Although his status as martial ancestor is not inferior to that of Ye Mohan.
But he always remembered that in the Forest of One Hundred Ghosts, if it hadn't been for Ye Mohan's care, he, the martial ancestor, would have gone into the ghost's belly long ago.
The people watching around were talking and talking.
Above the battle platform, Shenxuan's disciples were not idle either.
Ye Xun'er and others keenly discovered the clues about the three hundred people in Ziyuan.
Chen Qinghe said: "Xun'er, these people are all orphans and have not received formal training. Ye Chuyue did the opposite and took them out of Ziyuan. In fact, they are all useless people."
"It's too disrespectful to let us deal with this group of rubbish?" Jiang Tang, a disciple of Zhanxing, sneered.
On the occasion of the Xuan Festival at the Demon Suppressing Platform, she and Xie Zimo left Chu Yue and walked towards Yan Hongyuan.
I still hold a grudge in my heart afterwards.
"Senior Sister Jiang, asking you to fight against these people is really disrespectful." Ye Xun'er apologized.
Jiang Tang waved his hand, respecting Ye Xun'er.
In any case, Ye Xun'er is the daughter of the Mu family and is about to marry into the royal family. She may be able to help her rise to the top of the Nine Heavens in the future.
"Director Ye is so humble."
Jiang Tang laughed: "I said before, there can only be one General Manager Ye. I was originally angry with the man from the Zhan Zhan College. Now it is the reincarnation of heaven to repay the dissatisfaction. Even if some people try their best to speed up, they still can't do it.
It’s not even close to our chief executive.”
All the disciples laughed in unison.
Ye Xun'er was smug and her red lips broke into a smile.
Among the back row of Shenxuan disciples, Su Weiyang from the vassal state Penglai Empire was also among them.
She pursed her lips and frowned.
She thought that Ye Chuyue would have a legendary life.
I did not expect that Zhongdao would decline and become a joke among the world as it did five years ago.
"Ye Chuyue no longer wants you."
Ye Xun'er looked at Zi Yuan's disciples and said clearly: "You are not low in strength, so why not surrender just now, I won't hurt you. In Ye Chuyue's eyes, you are worthless trash that can be thrown away at any time.
Why should I sacrifice my life for her if I abandon her?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The girl with snake hair is named Hongyu.
The moment she roared, her eyes turned red.
The eyes of the snakes above suddenly turned to blood, and they all expressed cold and cold words.
It made a horrifying "chichi" sound.
"Sister Elder will not abandon us! No!"
Hong Yu roared at the top of his lungs until he was hoarse.
At the same time, a group of snakes opened their mouths with all their strength.
This scene is horrifying.
The warriors around him became even more disgusted and disgusted with Ziyuan's disciples, and even felt a little disgusted.
"Don't frame our elder sister. She is very good."
Although the little Loli said this, her eyes were full of mist.
In the past few days, the warriors from the top ten colleges and the Northern City have all said that Elder Sister hates them, thinks they are a burden, and wants to abandon them.
Even though they didn't believe it, the uncomfortable emotions still swallowed them up like a scourge.
They lived in a corner and never left Ziyuan.
They know that they are defective and not normal people.
Therefore, they hate warriors in the world and hate everything that is beautiful.
But the elder sister told them that they were beautiful, but they didn't notice them.
They believed it.
But the elder sister is no longer here.
"Stop fooling yourself, she is just teasing you."
Jiang Tang sneered: "She was once a disciple of Shenxuan, and I followed her through life and death, but she was selfish. She was not afraid that I would divide the opportunity of the beast spirit, so she left me behind. She can leave me, isn't it?
Will I leave you behind?"
The little Loli clenched her hands into fists, and the little snake wrapped around her white wrist roared and suddenly grew in size.
"I want you to die!"
The little Loli's face was gloomy, and her dress was wrinkled in the wind.
Killing intent soared into the sky.
But because she couldn't control the breath in her body, blood welled up in the little Loli's throat.
Even though she wanted to swallow it back, blood still overflowed from the corners of her mouth.
The surrounding people burst into laughter, all mocking Ziyuan's disciples.
"Child."
Jiang Tang said: "With your small body, how many knives can you withstand? Do you still want us to die? You vomited blood before fighting. You looked so sick. I didn't know you thought you were about to die."
The little loli's eyes were red.
She wanted to calm down and control the power flowing in her body, but she couldn't!
All she could think about was the elder sister who had abandoned them!
Elder sister, do you really don’t want them anymore?
So why take them out of Shion?
The little loli shed two lines of tears.
The other Ziyuan disciples were all in the same state.
The Sixth Elder of the Zhan Zhan Academy was watching from the edge and found that Ziyuan's disciples had lost control and their suppressed aura was about to burst out of their bodies.
The wine bottle in the Sixth Elder's hand fell to the ground, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead and back.
He glanced at Jiang Chengzi, the Great Xian of Jixia Academy, who was sitting in a high position, and his heart sank.
Jiang Chengzi stared at Ziyuan's disciples intently, feeling strange.
Under the stimulation of Jiang Tang and Ye Xun'er, Zi Yuan's disciples, the aura that had been hidden for many years in their bodies was about to burst out of the surface of their martial bodies!
The sixth elder was breathing rapidly and his eyes were about to burst.
Jiang Chengzi leaned his neck forward, a little less elegant, and only had eyes for the group of Ziyuan disciples.
He always felt that something was about to happen.
The moment the demonic power of the defective products from Jixia Academy was about to break through Ziyuan's disciple's skin, a clear and chilling sound suddenly came from the clouds in the sky:
"Who said that this disciple who is sick will be buried in the grave?"
"Jiang Tang, can you, a defeated general of yours, be able to withstand my sword?"