Nie Wuli took back his Sky Tiger Beast, while Lin Ting'ao followed behind him.

Luo Xianting and Luo Xianshu stood in the same row.

The last one standing was Lan Qianyan.

Several people looked at Ye Zhikuang.

Then, several people knelt down.

Nie Wuli was like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head, bowed with his hands clasped in his fists, and said respectfully: "Lord Luo City, my father, and the elders of various sects, please forgive me for doing something illegal during the annual meeting.

I, Nie Wuli, am willing to be punished accordingly for my actions."

"I also used my martial spirit at the annual meeting. Dear family heads and elders, I, Lin Ting'ao, am also willing to take responsibility for my actions."

Lin Ting'ao also knelt down, lowered his head, and confessed his mistake to the elders, city lords, and family heads in the manner of "bearing a thorn to apologize".

Later, Lan Qianyan, Luo Xianting, and Luo Xianshu also bowed their heads to apologize.

The uninformed people looked at each other for a long time.

Ye Zhikuang stood where he was, looking coldly at the good show performed by Nie Wuli and his group.

There is no sense of desolation, just a more tragic development trend.

Very good. Fortunately, the cunning Nie Wuli is very skillful.

"What on earth is going on? Who can tell me?" After a while, Luo Guangquan asked.

His eyes finally fell on Luo Xianting, and he pointed at his son and asked: "Ting'er, tell me, what is going on in this matter, a good competition, how to make the flying dragon dance like crazy, the green snake

Tear Howl, the tiger is furious, what do you think of this competition? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to use martial arts?"

He sternly shouted down at the juniors who were competing, and his voice almost trembled when he spoke.

What he was angry about was not that these people used martial arts, but that among them were his two unworthy children.

Luo Xianting took a step forward on his knees, just when he wanted to slander Ye Zhikuang.

Ye Zhikuang spoke up first, saying: "This competition could have been a fair competition for ordinary people, but in the middle, some people suddenly stopped at a height of 250 meters and secretly used

He used martial arts to knock down the group of more than 20 people. Ten of the twenty or so people should have been able to climb up smoothly, but some people kicked them hard because they used martial arts.

Climb the tower of life and death."

"Let me add one more point." After Ye Zhikuang finished speaking, Murong Nalan walked forward and stood beside Ye Zhikuang, his eyes coldly fixed on Nie Wuli and the trembling Lan Qianyan.

On the body.

"Those people are the ones kneeling on the ground, pretending to plead guilty, and the person they want to hurt is her."

Murong Nalan first pointed at the group of people Nie Wuli, and then pointed at Ye Zhikuang beside him.

"If you still don't understand, or don't believe us..." Ye Zhikuang paused, and cast his eyes fiercely on Nie Wuli: "The victims behind me will tell you the truth."

After speaking, Luo Guangquan, Murong Fu, several family heads and elders all turned around to look at the group of noble princes and inner disciples of the sect standing behind Ye Zhikuang.

They were all still trembling from the frightening fall just now.

At that critical moment, if it weren't for Ye Zhikuang, they would have been eaten away by the piranha beasts until all their bones were left.

"But what we saw was not what Miss Ye and Mr. Murong said."
Chapter completed!