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Volume Three: A Chinese Ghost Story Chapter 311: A Sword Hidden in a Smile

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    It's not that Qinglang is too big, it's that Qinglang doesn't look down on Scar at all!

    This person who once led Qinglang into the horror factory cannot enter Qinglang's eyes.  //High-speed update//Yes, narrow-minded, cruel and immoral!

    ??If a fairy has no chivalrous virtues in his heart, how can he become an immortal?  A monk doesn't even have the most basic way to admit himself, let alone attain enlightenment?  Envy and jealousy will fill his heart with hatred, causing him to go further and further down the road of jealousy, and finally deviate from his own path and lead to destruction.

    Of course, Qinglang is not here to save Scar.  His life and death, his future is bright and dark, and has nothing to do with sunshine.  What Qinglang wants to do now is to take revenge on Scar for secretly raping his team. A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.  It means that a gentleman also wants to take revenge, but not everyone can become a saint and repay evil with kindness!

    Qinglang wants to take revenge. Only by taking revenge can the resentment in his heart be released and he can go further on the road of spiritual cultivation.  As long as you don't deviate from your own heart and your own way, killing to a certain extent is necessary.

    Killing is also a way to clear obstacles on the road.  Scar, on the other hand, is a stepping stone on Qinglang's path to the road.

    When Scar saw Qinglang, his eyes were full of disdain, and he looked aloof. He had a lot of hatred in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it.

    This kid, I once said that it depends on his performance and whether he can be included in the team, otherwise he will only be worthy of being a piggy.  Unexpectedly, after three trials, Jingran left the ninth workshop and started his own team.  Not to mention, the team in Workshop No. 11 is very prosperous and has become famous along the way.  The entire cultivation factory knew that Qinglang was originally from the Ninth Workshop, but the captain of the Ninth Workshop was incompetent, so such talent was lost in vain.

    For this reason, Scar received a lot of looks. This is probably why Scar targeted Workshop No. 11.  But now, the ignorant boy at the beginning has grown into a strong man who can stand alone, and he is standing on the opposite side of himself, leading a team that he has no way to compete with.  How could Scar not go crazy when he said condescendingly, "I won't use the team to bully you. If you have the ability, we can have a fair one-on-one duel."

    But, Scar has no way out!  He knew that Qinglang was definitely a top-notch young talent for being able to advance to the pill formation stage in such a short period of time. Although he had nearly a quarter more trial time than him, he was not necessarily his opponent.

    Didn¡¯t Zhou Wu die in his hands just because of his carelessness?  Although Zhou Wu's strength is not as good as Scar, Scar does not dare to underestimate Qinglang.

    "You little bastard, you've gone too far!" Although he was a little frightened, Scar couldn't flinch. He said angrily, "What do you think of a one-on-one fight?"

    "Let your teammates and my teammates go off the field. We have the resources to change the rules. Whoever wins will win this game and advance to the semi-finals! How about it?" Qinglang chuckled and said, "Of course, you can also  I don¡¯t mind choosing a team battle. Moreover, I really want to see your team shattered under the attack of my team! Don¡¯t think that you can break through quickly with two strong men in the pill formation stage. Your opponent is  What kind of goods, I know better than you!"

    Scar¡¯s face is stern. Although he is the nominal captain, he is not the only one who has the final say in the team.  The thin, strong man in the Core Formation stage is also the arbiter of the team. He naturally wants to challenge directly, but if he wants to drive out another strong man in the Core Formation stage, it depends on whether he agrees or not.

    So Qinglang and Scar both turned to look at the tall and thin man leaning on the edge of the playing field. The man glanced at Scar with tired eyes, grinned, and said in a low voice: "Since the captain wants to fight alone,  Then of course I have no objection, it is also a good thing to be able to watch the show in the audience."

    He doesn¡¯t care about this matter at all. In fact, he also knows very well that the Ninth Workshop cannot go far at all. If it wants to enter the top four and affect the changes in the workshop¡¯s welfare system, the Ninth Workshop does not have the qualifications yet.

    So, it doesn¡¯t matter whether we fight or not.  He knows the team's flaws and disadvantages better than Scar. If there is a team battle, Qingliang's team will definitely defeat the Ninth Workshop.  Since it is doomed to fail, what is the difference between Scar losing alone and losing as a team?  To take a step back, we are losing anyway, so it would be better to let Scar go in and be embarrassed After all, these things are all caused by Scar.  Moreover, the tall and thin man was very optimistic about Qinglang, so this time, he treated him like a charmer.

    Sure enough, the tall and thin man agreed to Scar's conditions and cast a kind look at Qinglang.  He turned around and walked a few steps, nodded to Qinglang, and walked outside the game. When he was about to leave, he turned his head and said: "Qinglang, I admire you very much. My name is Zhang Song. Let's have a drink together when you have time."  .¡±

    ?"Okay, it's a deal!"

    Qinglang grinned.

    Seeing Qinglang communicating with Zhang Song, the expression on Scar's face became even more gloomy.  There was a ball of anger burning in his heart: "You bastard, you are flirting with that little bastard Qinglang right in front of me! Humph!"

    "What, you're angry? Brother Scar, I'm not satisfied with my life. Who can take my place when I'm so angry? I just made an agreement with Brother Zhang Song to have a sip of wine together and discuss it. From now on, the ninth workshop  It¡¯s just a question of the ownership of the captain. Why are you so stingy? Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Brothers Zhang Song are capable, so you should give way to the talented ones"

    Qinglang chuckled, like a smiling Buddha, and his words were like thorns, piercing into Scar's heart.  On the surface, he tried to control his emotions, but in his heart he secretly made up his mind: It seems that Zhang Song can no longer be allowed to live "Brother Scar, what's wrong with you? The competition has begun. Are you planning to give me three moves?"  Qinglang shook his hand gently, and the Blood Moon Sword flew over on its own, standing next to Qinglang, as if dancing beside him.  A little bit of blood suddenly appeared, and the blood spirit looked up and down, looking down at Yao Yao.

    Not only is Qing Lang arrogant, but even his weapons don¡¯t take Scar into account!

    "Huhhuh!" Scar gasped violently, looked at Qinglang almost fiercely, and took out his weapon with a heavy heart. It was a ring-shaped iron weapon, which was obviously also a spiritual weapon.  The aura it exudes is comparable to that of the Blood Moon Sword.

    This is normal. For a senior alchemy stage powerhouse like Scar, it would be a real shame if he couldn¡¯t even bring out a decent magic weapon!

    However, fortunately our Brother Scar did not disappoint Qinglang, otherwise, wouldn¡¯t it be too boring?  !
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