The voice was abrupt and cold, with a hint of blame, but the person who said this had no intention of blame. On the contrary, he just felt disdainful of it.

Qi Yuanjun and other female disciples of Fengxiao Peak suddenly turned around and saw a young man with long hair wearing a trouser black shirt staring at them not far away.

Qi Yuanjun frowned slightly.

But before she could speak, the young man in black said again: "The sword energy of that sword broke his finger bones and arm bones. At a young age, his sword step was super high. You don't ruin his legs, but you will destroy them.

If you lose the foundation of his learning of swords, it seems that you are not shameless, but shameless..."

Sword cultivator naturally cares about his steps, but at the very bottom of it, he cares more about the hand holding the sword!

The hand was destroyed and the sword was lost.

Qi Yuanjun didn't know this person, so he narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone who is more shameless than you in the audience?"

Ye Wuzong asked remarks.

Na Lanzhuo had never seen Ye Wuzong. He was both confused and dissatisfied with the latter's impolite behavior: "Who are you?"

Ye Wuzong glanced at the fighting scene on the sword path and said lightly: "The disciples who come to participate in the Holy Martial Sword Sect's entry assessment..."

Puff——!

The disciples of Jiufeng were stunned at first, and then they all sneered.

Entry to assess disciples?

He is really bold!

He actually dared to speak like this by the senior sister of Fengxiaofeng!

Bai Zhiyao wanted to smooth things over, but in the end she wanted to speak, she knew that Young Master Ye would not stand up for nothing, let alone that she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to.

"A disciple who enters the room for assessment? Then if you don't take the sword and go up, what are you doing here?"

Qi Yuanjun was not angry, just sneered.

Her status is as good as hers, and she is no longer angry with an outsider's assessment disciple because Ye Wuzong has no such qualification at all!

Around him, a group of Jiufeng disciples looked at Ye Wuzong with strange eyes, and they felt that this kid had a brain problem.

But then, everyone heard the boy say another shocking words!

Ye Wuzong said lightly: "Just just scolding you, there is no extra lip and tongue."

Just scold you...

The audience was in an uproar when they heard this.

Even Lan Zhuo was shocked and looked at Ye Wuzong, his eyes slightly condensed, and he felt that this person was ridiculous!

Cang Hongyi and Bai Zhiyao looked at each other, with a little worried look on their faces.

Bai Zhiyao even wanted to stand up and smooth things over, but after thinking about it, she finally stopped talking.

Although I don’t know why Ye Wuzong suddenly became so disrespectful to Senior Sister Qi.

But I think that Mr. Ye is a man with a relatively introverted and weird style. He said that even if he wants to stop him, he can't stop him at all.

All the disciples of Fengxiaofeng were angry at this time. It was obvious that a small disciple who entered the sect to be so rude to his elder sister.

In an instant, these beautiful and outstanding female disciples were surrounded by true energy, and powerful pressure gradually appeared.

Qi Yuanjun waved his hand, stopped his junior sisters from being voluntarily, glanced at Ye Wuzong indifferently, and said, "If you see injustice for that little mute, I advise you to save money. As an outside disciple, you don't know the sect at all.

What happened in it.”

"I, Qi Yuanjun, is the chief disciple of Fengxiao Peak. In terms of status, you are not qualified to talk to me at all. Even if you end up being rude to me, you will die."

"But hurting you or killing you will dirty my hands, so I will let you go today and get out..."

"Otherwise, I'm not sure if my junior sisters will kill you..."

The next moment, the pressure on the female disciples of Fengxiao Peak was like a tide rising, and they were crushing towards Ye Wuzong frantically.

Lessons must be given.

Although Qi Yuanjun disdains.

Na Lan Zhuo and others did not take action, but only looked at the wall. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that although Qi Yuanjun was bullying the little mute, no disciple of the Sword Sect stood up to stop him from doing this.

Ye Wuzong dared to stop him. Although his courage was commendable, in other words, he was very kind-hearted, but he did not know the reason and acted recklessly.

Such people are not suitable for entering the sect. Even if they join the Sword Sect, they may not end up well.

The tide-like sword intent appeared above Ye Wujin's head. Surprisingly, these sword intents seemed to be ineffective for this young man in black shirt with a pretty good temperament.

Even his expression did not change at all.

Ye Wuzong still held his hands behind his back, looked at Qi Yuanjun and said, "Injuring his arm and finger bones is nothing. With the young man's nature, he can still recover and continue to practice swords."

"Forging an iron sword is extremely difficult, and it endured pain and suffering that ordinary people could not imagine."

"But he still has the support of swords and sword heart."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

When Qi Yuanjun heard the word "Sword and Ji", his face became obviously unnatural.

Ye Wuzong continued:

"There is a sword soul in that iron sword, which is not easy for ordinary people to detect. The sword in his hand is extraordinary. I think it is the faith left by my grandfather to his grandson."

"You don't count if you hurt him, don't count if you bully the small ones, and destroy the roots, bones and meridians."

"I shamelessly cut off my life and destroy my hope."

"The most important thing is...you also integrate them into yourself..."

Qi Yuanjun's face suddenly changed. He looked at Ye Wuzong in disbelief and shouted suddenly: "Who are you!!!"

"snort."

Ye Wujin hummed lightly and refused to speak to him again. He asked Bai Zhiyao: "Miss Bai, are the assessment standards of the Sword Sect real?"

Bai Zhiyao Ning pointed and said, "Real."

Ye Wujin nodded, no longer looked at Qi Yuanjun, and his hand moved slightly, and the Nine Prison Sword appeared in his hand.

He walked towards the kendo.

The unparalleled sword body was rare in the last life. How rare is the darling of a sword machine?

Climb the sword path over and over again, live up to expectations with a weak body, carry someone's entrusted, and defend your will.

This is really not easy for a little mute who is only seven years old.

I, Ye Jiuyou, have always ignored their grievances.

Because the person I like is destined to be with me.

Ye Wuzong could even see a little soul who was born to desire mysterious swords, sword skills, sword intent, and sword heart, hanging on the lamps and accompanying the sword on countless lonely nights.

"Brother Buy Jian, you..." The fat man held the almost disabled little mute, and suddenly saw the serious young man in black shirt walking close by, stretched out his hand and patted the little mute's head.

These two weak young boys actually followed Ye Wuzong by chance.

"What is he going to do?" Na Lan Zhuo's eyes showed a hint of caution.

Qi Yuanjun's face looked very bad. She took a step and stared at Ye Wuzong's back.

He could actually see...

She used a very secret method to grab the sword machine on the little mute!

The sword machine is too ethereal, but it is recorded in the ancient sword classics that there are still many secretaries, secrets, and methods that can transfer opportunities from others to yourself.

"Brother Buying Sword, what are you going to do?" The little fat man was a little nervous. He was not sure whether there would be any danger next. Because the swordsmanship is still in chaos now.

Ye Wujin glanced at the little fat man, then quickly looked at the little mute, and said softly: "I'll send you up..."

While speaking, Ye Wuzong Jiuzhu Sword was unsheathed and held it in his right hand.

The cold black mysterious sword began to gather true energy...

At this time, in the little mute's lost eyes, Ye Wuzong said again: "Just treat it as paying..."

Swish-swish-!

I didn't see any exaggerated sword swing.

Ye Wuzong just held the Nine Prison Sword obliquely in front of his left eye.

Behind him, Ji Wushang, the Demon King of Returning to Burial, Ming Cang Jian's eyes were facing a scene.

Ming Cang Jian said: "A Shocking Sword..."

The next moment, Ye Wuzong slashed out with a sword under everyone's shocked gaze!

The sword gusts and winds.

A blood-red sword light of the sky, thundering the way, as fast as thunder, as if it could penetrate the sky!!
To be continued...