Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 111 Fighting Qingcheng Again
Qingcheng City Lord's Mansion is located in the central area of ​​Qingming City, not very far from Fengling Auction House. They jointly occupy the cave of Longju in this Cangmang Mountain area, and the four major families are roughly distributed around Qingming City. The central city lord's mansion is highlighted, so the distance from the four major families to the city lord's mansion is roughly the same.

The night was black as ink.

Under the guard of a dozen guards, seven or eight youths in good spirits were walking slowly on the street under the leadership of a young man in brown clothes.

The burning torches were like lamps in the dark night rain. While shining the falling raindrops, they also reflected the excited faces of those teenagers.

"Brother Mingtian, why are you walking so slowly?"

Bei Ming said a little dissatisfied as he followed Bei Mingtian.

Compared with these excited teenagers, Bei Mingtian's performance was very calm. On the way to Qinglianhui, he just walked forward at a normal pace, firmly pressing these anxious teenagers behind him.

"Hehe, don't worry, there is still half an hour before the official start of the Qinglian Society, and there is still a lot of free time." Looking back at the impatient Bei Wei behind him, Bei Mingtian said with a smile.

"Haha, Bei Yan, why are you in such a hurry? It's not a blind date in the past. Master Qinglian won't run away." Walking behind Bei Yan, Bei Yiyi joked with a smile.

"You're a dead girl looking for death, right?" Hearing Bei Yiyi's teasing, Bei Yi turned around and made a gesture of beating, twisting her graceful waist, causing her plump breasts to vibrate slightly.The old Bei Wei has now turned into a plump and agile beauty, and her every move is full of seductive charm.

Seeing the two young girls fighting, Bei Han was also secretly tongue-tied. If this Bei Wei was bigger and his ass was fatter, he would definitely be a disaster like Feng Meier.

All the young people talked and laughed along the way, and before they knew it, they came to the gate of the majestic City Lord's Mansion.At this time, the city lord's mansion was already full of carriages.Not many big aristocratic families like the Beizu really came here on foot.The lights are bright and the voices are noisy. From a distance, Nuo Da's City Lord's Mansion is crowded with people like a market place, and it is very lively.

In addition to the four major families, other slightly famous families also took the initiative to bring their more outstanding juniors.It seems that the attractiveness of this martial artist is really extraordinary, no one wants to miss this rare opportunity.

Seeing the Bei clan coming in person, the courtyard was quiet for a while, and everyone turned their heads to look at this recently famous family, with a strange look in their eyes.

Seeing everyone's admiration and even fearful eyes, Bei Han frowned slightly.In this way, under everyone's attention, he really didn't feel very comfortable, but he still walked forward indifferently.

However, in the eyes of others, Bei Han's performance is more like a kind of arrogance.

"Beihan, long time no see, you are still so high profile."

Walking forward with the boy from the Bei nationality, a voice suddenly came, with a hint of sarcasm and resentment.

Following the voice, everyone moved aside one after another, when the last warrior dodged past, Qingcheng was looking at Beihan with a playful face, with a strong killing intent hidden deep in his eyes.

And behind Qingcheng, there was a row of gorgeously dressed handsome young men standing side by side at the moment, among them were Ma Chen, Lin Chu and others who had crossed paths with Beihan.

Sweeping his eyes over the group of people, Beihan finally turned his gaze over Qingcheng in front, and fixed on a young man in white clothes behind him. Seeing the black word 'green' on the corner of the young man's clothes, Beihan frowned.

So strong!

Just that kind of invisible aura can suppress the warriors of the first-level Houtian warriors.

Could it be that he is the No.1 of the younger generation who recently surpassed Ouyang Lan?
"You are defeated, how dare you speak bravely."

Bei Han said coldly, he directly chose to ignore this guy who dared not even move in front of his spiritual source.He has no brains, let Lin Chu provoke him, has no courage, and lacks the foundation of a warrior.

Although Qingcheng is a master of the seventh heaven of Houtian warriors, in terms of overall quality, he is still far behind.

"you!"

Looking at Beihan's disdainful expression, the situation of being ignored reminded him of the painful experience of the previous three years.

However, that was in Fengqianyuan where all the heroes of the dynasty gathered, and it was fine for him to be bullied in that kind of genius place, but in this place, in his own home, in front of so many people, he Qingcheng absolutely can't bear it.

"Haha..." Qingcheng's face was ashen, and he let out a burst of cold laughter.

"Beihan, don't you just rely on those spiritual sources? Without the spiritual source, you are just an ant, and I can crush you to death with one finger."

"Haha... Your old friend has turned into ashes now. I don't know how you feel now. It hurts so badly that I feel so painful that I still feel itchy all over."

"Don't you like heroes saving the beauty? Why didn't you save this time? Aren't you also helpless in the face of such a powerful enemy? Beihan, you are a coward."

Glancing at the ferocious Qingcheng, Beihan rolled his eyes. He was not as angry as Qingcheng imagined. Beihan just glanced at him indifferently, scolded "mad dog", then turned and walked forward .

"What did you say?"

Hearing Beihan's voice, Qingcheng also completely lost his patience, and the majestic spiritual power quickly spread to his hands, and the battle momentum of the acquired martial artist Seventh Heaven also completely burst out. .

"Beihan, do you dare to fight without a spiritual source?"

There was a thunderous roar, Beihan stopped impatiently, turned his head, and gave Qingcheng a disgusted look.

"Stupid."

After finishing speaking, Bei Han stopped staying and walked straight forward.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Qingcheng doubted his ears a little bit, he Beihan dared to say that he was an idiot, after a long time, Qingcheng was relieved.Then, the soaring anger broke out completely, and the pale yellow spiritual power condensed on the fist, shining with dazzling brilliance.

"I want you to die!"

Qingcheng gritted his teeth, and immediately turned into an afterimage, attacking the thin figure in front with lightning speed.

The momentum of thunder is full of spiritual energy.Although Beihan looks down on mentally handicapped people like Qingcheng very much, but after all, he is an acquired martial artist in the mid-seventh heaven, and he is not his opponent in terms of force alone.

sand……

Feeling the surge of spiritual power, the huge gourd behind Beihan immediately spewed out rapid streams of sand, and then quickly transformed into sand walls to block Qingcheng's way forward.

rumbling...

Although Beihan's sand can block the attack of the Houtian warrior Sixth Heaven, it is still a bit too weak to face such a mid-seventh Heaven master.

But fortunately, Qingcheng didn't use the scariest Qingluo Yin move, so facing such an ordinary blow, Beihan could still bear it.

The sand curtains were broken up one by one, and formed one after another.The wild sand was flying, and the spiritual power was tumbling. When Qingcheng's charge was completely blocked, he only advanced three feet.

But Beihan was a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

In a few breaths, dozens of streams of sand were condensed, and a lot of spiritual power was wasted just like this. For such an offensive, Bei Han only insisted on five moves.

After standing still, Qingcheng looked coldly at Beihan, who was breathing heavily, with a cold murderous intent emerging from the corner of his mouth, and said word by word the most terrifying fourth-grade high-level spiritual art of the Qing clan.

"Qing, Luo, Yin!"

Immediately, a huge wave of spiritual power rippled, and the young man who was not very strong was forced to retreat to the rear under the pressure of this huge spiritual power, and the two-foot-sized Qing Luo Yin also quickly moved away. forming.

It's this trick again!

Bei Han frowned, knowing that he would never be able to withstand such a blow.

At that time, Beihan in its heyday was only Qing Luoyin who could barely withstand half of its power. If Beihan faced such a terrifying move directly, he would definitely lose miserably.

Looking at the two-foot-sized Qingluo imprint, Beihan felt cold.

Falling down twice in one place is not incompetence, but a fool. Of course Beihan is not a fool. Affected by the battle with Qingcheng in the past few days, Beihan created a new move.

A powerful move that is not weaker than Sandstorm Funeral in the slightest.

"It seems that we can only use that trick."

There was a trace of confidence in the firm eyes, and Beihan immediately began to form seals with his hands.

(End of this chapter)