Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

The candle incense burned out.

Qin Changsheng easily obtained the red silk and leaped down from the beam. However, her methods were dishonest, so naturally some people were dissatisfied and shouted at her, "How can she be considered the winner if her methods are so despicable!"

"Dissatisfied!"

"Dissatisfied!"

.........

The noises were getting louder and louder. After all, Qiao Wanwan was the organizer of the sword-testing competition, so she naturally had to maintain order. She was just about to fly forward to resolve the issue.

The woman in the stands suddenly agreed: "I don't agree either."

"I know I'm not worthy of this Young Master's Sword, so I'd like to give up my spot in this Sword Trial Competition."

There was an uproar when these words were spoken. They didn't expect this woman to be so sensible. They all felt a little guilty for what they had just said to her. Even Qiao Wanwan didn't expect things to develop like this.

Inexplicably, she felt that the person in front of her was extremely contagious to people's emotions. She was so impressed just by standing there. How could someone with such ability be just an ordinary person?

She also wanted to see what she would do next?

Qin Changsheng held the red silk in her arms, her tone subdued, making people curiously want to hear what she was going to say next. "However, I am the champion, and the decision on how to give up the place in this sword trial competition shall be made by me."

After everyone thought about it, they felt that it made sense.

They all echoed this, wondering how she would give out this spot next and to whom?

Qiao Wanwan also did not say anything to stop this farce, waiting for her next move. The woman opened her red lips slightly, "So... let's auction it off, and the highest bidder wins!"

Then she started clapping her hands to herself, and the whole place fell silent instantly. Qin Changsheng frowned in dissatisfaction when he saw this, and thought to himself: Tsk... It's really a dull occasion.

Fang Duobing immediately jumped up from the ground, "Yunru, are you crazy? This is the Young Master's Sword. Why are you auctioning it off at Baichuan Courtyard?"

"Why is it inappropriate? Isn't it good for the dead to make some contribution to the living?" Qin Changsheng's words were almost offensive.

She didn't know how much hatred she attracted in an instant. Even Fang Duobing was a little dissatisfied with her words, not to mention Qiao Wanwan. When she heard the word "dead man", she immediately drew her sword.

The wind from her sword was as clear and distant as spring rain, but at this moment it was filled with cunning and murderous power. In the blink of an eye, it was very close to Qin Changsheng. Qin Changsheng had no time to react at all. Li Lianhua in the audience almost subconsciously turned her wrist, allowing Qin Changsheng to turn over and avoid Qiao Wanwan's attack.

"How can you criticize the affairs of the Yi people?" Her words were clearly filled with anger. Although they were questions, they sounded like a scolding.

The moment Qiao Wanchan made her move, Xiao Zijin's eyes in the audience darkened instantly, and he was burning with jealousy. His ten years of companionship were not worth a few words from others.

She became like this just when Li Xiangyi was mentioned.

The death of Li Xiangyi was also a disaster.

"I'm not wrong. The value of the dead lies in the value they provide to the living. If they can't, their death is meaningless. There are as many ants in the world as grass clippings. How much value can their death have?"

Qin Changsheng still spoke provocatively, not feeling at all that he had done anything wrong.

Qiao Wanwan didn't care how she tried to change the concept, "Then I will experience the value of the young lady."

She swung out the long sword in her hand and pressed forward step by step. The white blade passed by her side several times. Qin Changsheng had no weapon in his hand and found it difficult to defend against the enemy.

But the only thing very close to Qin Changsheng was a white long sword lying across the table - Young Master.