"Wang Yilin, if the second elder wants to see you for something, please come with me."
The leader, a man wearing a white robe and exuding an arrogant air, shouted.
The man looks about thirty years old and is handsome. Although he is not as good as Ye Xiong, he is not far behind.
This person Ye Xiong knew was Zhao Chen, the young master who was ranked number one among the seventeen sects. He was also the son of the second elder Zhao Tonghai. The deceased Qi Yujiao was her nominal woman.
Seeing this most famous figure among the younger generation of disciples, Wang Yilin felt inexplicably nervous. She couldn't help but think of Qi Yujiao's death. Could it be that the second elder was looking for her and had something to do with it?
Wang Yilin knew that she must not pass this moment, otherwise, the consequences would be unpredictable, but she didn't know how to refuse.
Just when she was at a loss, Ye Xiong stood up and said: "Senior brother, the teaching time is coming, and senior sister has no time to go there."
"Don't worry about the teaching side, I will tell the third elder."
Zhao Chen's attitude was firm, as if his identity could be compared with the third elder.
"Is the matter urgent?" Ye Xiong asked.
"It doesn't count..." Zhao Chen was worried that saying it was urgent would make the other party wary.
Just now, he received news that before Qi Yujiao died, someone saw Wang Yilin outside her cave, and judging from Wang Yilin's expression just now, she looked very nervous, which made him even more suspicious.
"Since it's not an urgent matter, can we wait until after the lecture? It won't take more than two hours." Ye Xiong said.
"That's right, Senior Brother Zhao, let's go to class first." Wang Yilin said quickly.
Zhao Chen didn't expect that he would be scratched in the foot by the other party for just saying something, and he was very unhappy for a moment.
The interrogation is to catch you off guard. If the other party calms down and has time to think, it will be difficult to come up with something from the interrogation.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? When will it be your turn to speak?" Zhao Chenzi suddenly shouted, startling Wang Yilin.
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to let Yilin go somewhere? Yilin is the disciple of the third elder. Apart from her, only the sect leader can call her. Not to mention you, even the second elder probably doesn't have the qualifications."
Come on!" Ye Xiong said coldly.
Show your face and show off in front of yourself, he is still young!
Wang Yilin was immediately stunned and looked at Ye Xiong in disbelief, unable to believe that these words came out of his mouth.
She had always thought that Ye Xiong was a relatively introverted, even shy man, and she never thought that he could say such domineering words.
But having said that, what he said is absolutely correct.
She is a disciple of the third elder, not the second elder. She is in a different department. The second elder has no right to control her.
It's just that Zhao Chen has always been the most powerful disciple of the younger generation of the Seventeenth Sect. In Wang Yilin's heart, a kind of respect naturally arises, so when facing him, she instinctively feels pressure.
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you say something like this?" Zhao Chen stared at Ye Xiong with murderous intent.
"Are you threatening? I'm scared." Ye Xiong snorted coldly and said to Wang Yilin: "Senior sister, let's go."
Wang Yilin yelled, not even Zhao Chen dared to look at her, and hurriedly followed Ye Xiong and left.
Zhao Chen's eyes flickered, and he wanted to take action, but this was in the sky above the sect, and he would definitely be discovered if he took action.
"I will let you know the price of offending me." Zhao Chen gritted his teeth, with a cruel look on his face.
After flying down to the sect and seeing that Zhao Chen did not follow, Wang Yilin breathed a sigh of relief and covered her small breasts.
"Junior brother Ye, you are so bold. Do you know who he is?" Wang Yilin was just about to stop being shocked.
"Sister, you can lose strength, but you cannot lose power. If you lose power, you will lose your courage." Ye Xiong said solemnly: "You think Zhao Chen is too powerful and is not his opponent, so you are inferior, but do you want to
I think he is inferior in front of your master. It would be very easy for your master to kill him. You don't have to bow to him... Besides, this is a sect, and he doesn't have the guts to attack you."
Ye Xiong taught her with a serious expression that he had never seen before.
A familiar feeling suddenly emerged, and in Wang Yilin's mind, the man wearing the devil's mask who had saved her could not help but pop up.
That man was very calculating, extremely powerful, and his attacks were ruthless and crisp. Life seemed to be like an ant in front of him.
But she didn't think the other person was a cold-blooded person. After all, the other person killed someone because he was trying to save her.
"Junior brother, have we met somewhere?" Wang Yilin looked at her and asked suspiciously.
Ye Xiong knew that she doubted him, so he quickly grinned, his serious look disappearing in an instant.
"Senior sister, what I looked like just now, did I pretend to be like you?"
Seeing his appearance, Wang Yilin threw away her previous suspicion. How could that person look like this? The two personalities were too extreme. She didn't believe that one person could show two completely different temperaments.
And how could that person, who was so powerful, become a mere disciple of a third elder?
"That guy Zhao Chen is not something to be trifled with. He will be punished. You have to be more careful in the future." Wang Yilin said worriedly.
"Within the sect, he doesn't have the guts anymore." Ye Xiong said.
The two of them entered the sect one after the other.
As soon as Ye Xiong entered, there was a roar, and everyone looked over.
Three to four hundred pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time.
The third elder accepted a male disciple, which caused a great disturbance in the door. Everyone wanted to see what the newly recruited male disciple looked like and what his cultivation level was. When we saw him today, he was indeed handsome, and his cultivation level was not that good.
Low, late stage of spiritual transformation.
Among the disciples, there are three levels: early stage of divine transformation, middle stage of divine transformation, and late stage of divine transformation.
There were not many disciples in the late stage of becoming gods, less than ten in total, so Ye Xiong seemed rare and precious.
"Wow, he's so handsome!"
"You have a charming temperament. Compared with the other disciples outside the elder's sect, you are much better looking."
"I heard he has a pretty good character!"
"Of course, if the character is bad, how can the master recruit him?"
Various voices sounded from all around, and all kinds of fiery eyes looked over at him, as if Ye Xiong was like a piece of fresh meat, eager to pounce on him and take a bite.
Wang Yilin was originally close to Ye Xiong, but when she saw so many people looking over her, she quickly moved away, as if she was worried that others would misunderstand her relationship with Ye Xiong. This woman is really thin-skinned.
"Hello, my name is Guan Youyou, please give me some advice." A bold female cultivator ran over and stretched out her hand to shake his hand.