C3 I will surpass you in three years!

Western Mountain of Blue City

Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu knelt on the ground silently. In front of them was a tall and heavy grave, the color of the grave was bright, and the grass around had traces of being dug, it was obviously a new grave.

"Mother, Qinghan brought little sister to visit you. Today is your seventh day of sacrifice. I hope that mother can return to her soul soon and find a good home to reincarnate …"

Ye Qinghan respectfully kowtowed a few times to his sister, then burned some paper money and incense wax. Today was the seventh day after his mother died. Although the Ye Qinghan family helped bury his mother, they definitely wouldn't arrange such a day, so Ye Qinghan brought his sister along to buy wax paper as they came up the mountain to pay respects to their mother.

Looking at the pile of dirt in front of him, and Ye Qinghan's little sister who was sobbing softly at the side, Ye Qinghan's mind was in a mess.

He had been in this world for 15 years!

He seemed to have forgotten the place called 'Earth'.

That's right! He was a shameless transcender! A transmigrator who wore a set of Flame Dragon Continent and hid the soul of Earth.

The accident fifteen years ago brought his soul to this mysterious world. Fifteen years of experience had made him seem as if he had already blended into this mystical world.

Eh, presumably there will also be a pile of loess on Earth, and his name will be written on top of it. Perhaps … After her mother died, she would also be transported to another world. It was not possible for her to start a new life. As he thought about it, he began to feel less sorrowful.

Yes, the dead have gone, the living must live well. But... Would he be able to live with his sister in this world? In this Flame Dragon Continent where strength reigns supreme and the strong preyed on the weak, would he, the cultivation trash, be able to live on?

Ye Family was a great clan, a great clan whose might shook the entire continent. As the seventh young master of Ye Family, or perhaps, many people were envious of his life and identity.

Damn young master!

The corner of Ye Qinghan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a trace of ridicule. Even a young master from a side branch with Small Family would probably be better off than him …

Sigh! Let's go, if we can't live a good life, we still have to live a lowly life. Life had to be passed, right? Could it be that he had abandoned his sister and died once more, just to see if he could teleport again? However, if he failed to pass through, then he would have died for nothing …

"Sigh …" "Qingyu, you should go back now!"

A moment later, two thin silhouettes disappeared from the vast western mountain path.

...

Ye Qingxian was in a bad mood. Ever since he was rejected by that bitch at the Drunken Smoke Pavilion, he had not been in a good mood.

"Bitch, cleaning boy! I, your father, hate cleaners the most in this life, and there's even Ye Qinghan the little bastard, you actually dare to hit me! One day I will make you die a horrible death. "

Ever since that day when he was knocked out by Ye Qinghan, he was scolded severely by his father Ye Jian when he returned home. He was even imprisoned for a month and was not allowed to use Nightingale's Castle.

Although he missed those gentle and considerate little whores from the Drunken Smoke Pavilion, as the leader of the Blue City, he didn't dare to disobey the orders of his father. But... The gazes of those servants made him feel very uncomfortable. It was clear that these lowly servants were still reminiscing about the miserable scene of him fainting on the ground after being hit by Ye Qinghan.

He had to get his face back, he had to.

Ye Qingxian told himself that he must fight with Ye Qinghan again to regain his dignity, and so he started to wander around Nightingale's Castle. He wanted to find Ye Qinghan and get back at him.

Since the death of Ye Qinghan's father, the old patriarch Ye Tianlong had gone into seclusion. Basically, during the great event of the family, Ye Qingxian's father — Ye Jian — was in charge. 's father had suppressed his own parents for dozens of years without being able to raise his head, and now that Ye Dao was dead, his own generation should have suppressed their second wife for a lifetime without being able to do so.

That was why his father was so furious when he found out that his cultivation was only at the first level of the Commander Realm, yet he was knocked out by Ye Qinghan, who was at the first level of the Elite Realm. So... He had to find Ye Qinghan and knock him out as well.

"Eh? Isn't that …? "

Seeing the Ye Qinghan siblings slowly walking over, Ye Qingxian's eyes lit up, clenching his fists tightly, he welcomed them.

"Eh?"

Looking at the approaching Ye Qingxian, Ye Qinghan knew that something was definitely going to happen. Thus, he pulled his sister to the side and welcomed her alone.

"Oh? Ye Qinghan, you little bastard, you actually didn't run when you saw me? " Ye Qingxian calmed his raging emotions and said solemnly.

Ye Qinghan smiled slightly: "Let me check to see if the scar on your head has healed."

"You …" Ye Qingxian's face instantly changed color. His originally fake temperament had been reverted back to its original form after being hit by Ye Qinghan's words, and he scolded angrily: "* *, it was you who ambushed that day. I want to fight with you again today, I guarantee that you will suffer even worse than you did that day."

Ye Qinghan laughed disdainfully: "A sneak attack? If you were out there ambushing and killing the clan's enemies, would you still crawl out of your grave and scold others for ambushing and ambushing you? Do I have to do it again? Do you think this is what you did with those bastards in Drunken Smoke Pavilion? "

"You, you can! Do you only know how to talk? If you're a man, do it again. " Ye Qingxian was so angry that he spoke incoherently, and actually called it a 'beating'.

"No!" I don't fight people with premature ejaculation. " Ye Qinghan rolled his eyes, and said indifferently: "Don't move! The clan's rule was Article 26. A child of the clan would have a conflict. Both sides would agree to it. In addition, in the case of a witness, a duel could be held. However, the person could not be killed. Otherwise, the person would be expelled … Ye Qingxian, the duel requires the consent of both sides. I was not in a good mood today and did not want to fight, so I did not agree to it.

"You … You... F * ck you! Pu * * y, trash! " Seeing that the fire hat was almost at least forty meters long, Ye Qingxian wanted to punch it, but when he recited the 26 rules of the clan, he lowered his trembling hands. The clan rules don't matter what kind of young master he is.

He couldn't beat her, but he couldn't say anything about it. Ye Qingxian was holding back the fire in his heart, but there was nowhere to release it as he continued to insult her non-stop, "Trash, bastard, beast!"

"Humph!" "Just like you, I'll definitely surpass you in three years. If we don't fight today, we'll meet again in the Family Competition in three years." Ye Qinghan laughed coldly, and turned to leave.

"You are not allowed to leave. You must fight with me today. You are trash, trash born of a prostitute." Seeing that Ye Qinghan was about to leave, Ye Qingxian jumped and scolded even more fiercely.

"Eh?" Ye Qinghan, who had just turned around, stopped and turned over. His eyes were already red and his expression was even more cold: "My mother had just been buried, yet you scolded her again? "It seems like you've healed and forgot the pain. Call the witness, I will duel with you."

"Eh? "Good, you have guts!" Ye Qingxian was startled, and immediately became happy, waving at a group of guards that were patrolling nearby.

That pair of guards just so happened to be the eight gatekeepers from that day. Today, they had been replaced by patrolling guards. The eight of them had been paying attention to the situation over here for a long time, and upon seeing the Second Young Master wave his hand, they hurriedly ran over.

"Greetings to Second Young Master, Uh, and Seventh Young Master."

"Yes!" Ye Qingxian nodded his head lightly, he did not look at the charming smile in the eight people's eyes, he pointed at Ye Qinghan and said: "You all should be the witnesses, I want to fight with Ye Qinghan."

The eight of them looked at Ye Qinghan in shock, thinking that he had gone crazy. That day, he had luckily succeeded in beating Ye Qinghan, did they really think that, with his cultivation at the Elite Realm, he could win against Second Young Master once again?

But when they saw Ye Qinghan nod his head indifferently, under their helplessness, they had no choice but to retreat and give the stage to the two of them. A smile appeared in eight pairs of eyes at the same time. There was going to be another good show to watch …

Eh?

It was just that they noticed a strange phenomenon, Ye Qinghan nodded his head and was not prepared to start a fight, instead he looked straight behind them with a stern expression and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Greetings, Lord City Lord!"

Greetings, Lord City Lord?

Ye Qingxian was also wondering, why did Ye Qinghan suddenly kneel down to him? He admitted defeat? But suddenly, he heard Ye Qinghan's respectful "Greetings, Lord City Lord". It was as if Ye Qingxian was found out by the female parent during his clandestine love affair. He immediately panicked and his body trembled as he turned to look.

But behind him, why was there nothing? Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses. Not good, he had been fooled!

However, just as he was about to jump away, a powerful force came from the back of his head, causing him to feel another wave of pain. Immediately afterwards, he fainted again. Before he fainted, he seemed to see a huge fist ruthlessly smash down on the back of his head …

"You idiot, just like you, forget about the commander level, even if it's just Monarch Stage, I'll still throw you out like this …"

Eh! The eight sect Gods watched dumbstruck. Ye Qinghan scolded with a grin on his face as he clapped. Then, as if it was not satisfied yet, he raised his leg and ruthlessly stepped on the unconscious Ye Qingxian who was on the ground …

Another sneak attack? Shameless, shameless! How could the Seventh Young Master be so shameless?

The eight of them thought in unison. At the same time, they felt a cold wind blowing from their backs, as if the winter wind had already arrived ahead of time.