The prophet was not Huang Junye's opponent, and finally escaped with injuries...

He said he wanted to avenge Xian Ruoer. He saw Huang Junye kill Xian Ruoer with his own eyes, without any mercy.?

After he recovered from his serious injury, he joined forces with the elves and promised that after helping the elves deal with these guests, the clan leader would give him the Kowloon Picture.

He didn't expect that Huang Junye would come to the elves.

The prophet kept thinking about how he should get out.

Ye Xiyue's eyes fell on him. When the prophet saw Ye Xiyue, he suddenly had an idea.

He can't move the evil emperor, but he can move this girl movie...

Just as this idea just came to his head, Ye Xiyue smiled and said, "I know what you want to do."

I saw through his thoughts at a glance.

The prophet slowly gathered his force.

The elf ancestor suddenly took action, and "Bang!" hit the prophet's shoulder with a palm. The prophet couldn't dodge and flew to the ground.

The Elf Ancestor has been sleeping for many years and has neglected his martial arts practice. However, when dealing with the prophet, he was a big ancestor who had lived for thousands of years, but there was no problem.

The little old man stood in front of the prophet and pulled him up.

Bingli and others were completely stunned.

The guests were particularly curious. How could there be such an unfathomable person around Ye Xiyue?

Even Huang Junye looked at the Elf Ancestor, which was a bit meaningful.

Bingli was the most shocked. He smelled the aura of an elf from the little old man in front of him, which means he was also an elf?!

But except for him and the three elders, the elf clan has never had anyone with such high force as the little old man.

His origin made Bingli feel intriguing.

"Who are you?" The prophet shot back with a palm.

The Elf Ancestor stroked his white beard, "That girl's little follower."

The prophet only found it ridiculous.

"You find it funny?"

"Of course!" The prophet snorted coldly.

Without saying a word, the Elf Ancestor waved his face directly and punched him hard. The Prophet was immediately knocked out with a few teeth.

The Elf Ancestor made a fierce move, and the prophet had no ability to fight back.

The prophet thought it was ridiculous at first. A seventeen-year-old girl's follower was not much better, but when he was abused by the Elf Ancestor in various ways, he realized how blind he was.

Ye Xiyue waved her hand, and the elf ancestor stopped. The prophet was beaten so hard that his nose and face were swollen. He didn't know how many injuries he had been beaten.

Ye Xiyue walked slowly to him, looked at him condescendingly, smiling sweetly, like an angel, "Sir Prophet, you have been chasing me for the past two years."

"Oh!"

"You are so persistent about my life from the low realm to the middle realm, from the Muyun Kingdom to the elves."

“So what?”

"What makes you have such persistent thoughts?" Ye Xiyue suddenly approached the prophet, "You are one of the five lords of Skynet, can the remaining four people participate? Also, why are you chasing me? Whose order did you follow?"

"Ye Xiyue, do you want to know? Yes, beg me, I can tell you happily!"

‘Crack!’ Ye Xiyue broke one of his arms with one hand, “Are I begging you or are you begging me?”

"Ye Xiyue, if you kill me, you won't get any news."

"Is that true?" Ye Xiyue tilted her head and smiled, "If you don't kill you, can you get news?"

The prophet was so choked that he couldn't say a word.
Chapter completed!