Yang Ji showed his seal of "Gong Disciple" and took it back.
"Hey, Yang Ji, you don't want to secretly learn their Qinglong Sword Technique, right? It's a joke that a disciple who is teaching martial arts to you actually wants to be a disciple of a named disciple and secretly learn martial arts skills! -"
A discordant sound suddenly came from the side, and before he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter.
Yang Ji turned his head and took a look, only to see Xie Lou standing on the edge three or four steps away, holding his hands and sneering. Behind him, another group of registered disciples laughed loudly, seemingly as helpers he had recruited.
"What are you doing here?"
Yang Ji said indifferently.
"Hey! Although I no longer have the title of a disciple, I am still an official disciple of the practice assigned to this area in the sect. If I don't appear here, where do you think I will appear?"
Xie Lou sneered, his words sarcastic. In four days, he seemed to have adjusted his mentality and looked like he was waiting for a good show.
"Hmph, since you are a formal disciple, you must be a formal disciple when you see the senior brother who is teaching you! If there is another time, don't blame me for being rude."
Yang Ji said calmly.
"you!--"
Xie Lou was furious.
"Of course! If you are not convinced, you can challenge me again and reclaim your status as a disciple."
Yang Ji turned around and glanced at Xie Lou coldly.
Xie Lou's face was livid, he glared at Yang Ji and swung his sleeves fiercely, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Cynical and sarcastic, but when it came to actually taking action, Xie Lou had no information at all. Even thinking back on that sword strike that day, Xie Lou still felt chilled.
Chapter completed!