There was a roar all around again, and everyone looked at Ye Xiong with bright eyes.
Just now, Duan Ritian did not say the word "admit defeat" in his mouth.
"Since he didn't say the word surrender, so what if I kill him? I haven't broken the rules at all." Ye Xiongyun said calmly.
So what if I kill him!
Those six words that were so domineering actually made the people around him speechless.
"Arrogant, so arrogant, I don't know how high the sky is."
"What arrogance? This is clearly domineering. A man like this is a man."
"What he said seems to make sense."
Discussions began all around, everyone expressing their own opinions.
"Ye Xiong, do you think you can escape punishment by making excuses?" Zhao Tonghai became more and more angry and shouted: "Duan Ritian already begged for mercy just now. Doesn't that count as admitting defeat? Don't play word games. Today I
If you can be the judge, you can be found guilty."
"Zhao Tonghai, I dare you to be the referee and still hold the power of life and death. Do you want to let whoever you judge win win?" came a cold voice.
A path was opened among the crowd, and He Yinglian and Wang Yilin came from the sky.
Just now Wang Yilin went to tell her what happened here, and just as the battle in the ring over there stopped, He Yinglian hurried over.
On the way, Wang Yilin told what happened. He Yinglian believed Wang Yilin's words. He was a very honest disciple who would not lie or add jealousy.
He Yinglian, who was taking advantage of the situation, could not hold back and expressed her position as soon as she came over.
"He Yinglian, what do you mean by this?" Zhao Tonghai said angrily.
"Zhao Tonghai, what do you mean?" He Yinglian asked back.
Her disciples were defeated one by one, and she was already holding back her anger. Finally, one of her disciples won a game, and was sentenced to cancel the rules of the competition. Can she not be angry?
"Ye Xiong kills people, everyone is watching. Do you think I wronged him? If everyone is like him and is so cruel, how many people will die in every competition. Look at my disciples.
Of all the winners, who has ever killed someone?"
"Duan Ritian is a self-inflicted sin, and he will not survive. If it were me, Ye Xiong, I would not give him the antidote. If it were your Zhao Chen, would he be able to endure having someone ride on his neck to urinate?"
The two elders argued loudly in front of thousands of disciples.
Everyone around was too scared to speak and could only watch.
One is the second elder, and the other is the old woman who is exterminated. Neither of them is easy to mess with. If you say anything wrong at this time, there may be endless consequences.
"What's the fuss and what's going on?" came a familiar voice.
Ke Zhenxi came out of the crowd, and behind him stood Hei Wu, the two of them approaching fiercely.
When Heiwu came in, his eyes glanced at Ye Xiong with a fiery look in his eyes.
Just now, when Ye Xiong was fighting, he had already noticed that Hei Wu was looking at him.
Heiwu had never appeared in any battle. This was the only one he had ever seen, and he could see the process clearly.
"Great Elder, Ye Xiong deliberately killed his fellow disciples..."
"Zhao Tonghai, you don't have to say anything. I already know the whole story."
Ke Zhenxi interrupted him: "Ye Xiong did nothing wrong. The competition will continue. In his competitions from now on, you don't need to be the referee, Zhao Tonghai, and you will be replaced by another elder."
As soon as he said this, the people around him started to stir up trouble. His words were clearly helping Ye Xiong!
How do they know what Ke Zhenxi is thinking at this moment.
Heiwu had been watching just now. Everyone else was paying attention to whether Ye Xiong was going to kill someone, but he was the only one paying attention to the opponent's strength.
Being able to use demonic energy to instantly knock back an opponent's attacking red centipede. This kind of strength is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve. Even among the top ten disciples, few people can do it, and he can do it so easily.
Would a person with a bone age of only over 200 years old and terrifying actual combat capabilities have no background?
Ke Zhenxi had only one thought in his mind at the moment. This person's background was absolutely terrifying, and he was someone even the sect leader could not afford to offend.
In his mind, he had already regarded Ye Xiong as a passerby of the Seventeenth Sect, and he would never offend him because of this. Besides, what the other party did was absolutely right.
"Great Elder, will this be unfair and breed evil?" Zhao Tonghai asked reluctantly with an ugly face.
"We are a demon sect, not a Buddhist sect, and the Holy Mother's Heart is bullshit."
Ke Zhenxi waved his hand and yelled at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Leave them all alone. Go and do whatever you have to do."
The people around him dispersed one after another and went back to their posts.
A turmoil was suppressed by the elder elder with just a few words, which fully demonstrated the elder elder's status and majesty within the sect.
"Ye Xiong, I'm going to be a referee for my teacher. You don't need to be afraid. Your teacher and the great elder will support you."
After He Yinglian finished speaking, she turned back to the ring and became the referee.
Zhao Ruirui took two steps forward and was about to say something to Ye Xiong when she suddenly noticed a figure walking in front of her.
Her blood instantly sped up, her heart jumped, and her eyes shone brightly.
"Senior Brother Heiwu, it's Senior Brother Heiwu." Zhao Ruirui opened her eyes wide and almost drooled.
Ye Xiong glanced around and found that almost all the female disciples around him were looking at the man in front of him who was flying through the air, with a rustling black cloak and a peerless grace. They were all so excited that they could not speak.
For a moment, Ye Xiong felt so hurt.
Fortunately, Wang Yilin behaved normally and was not excited.
"Senior Sister Yilin, it's better for you. Look at them, they have no future at all." Ye Xiong said sourly.
Although he likes to keep a low profile, no man likes to be upstaged by others.
"Senior Brother Heiwu and I are from two different worlds. I can only look up to him and never have any extravagant hopes, so I'm not excited!" Wang Yilin explained.
In an instant, Ye Xiong felt tens of thousands of injuries.
Black Noon is a legend for the disciples of the Seventeenth Sect.
The King of Ten Crowns, the only disciple qualified to enter the Amber Holy Realm for cultivation, at the peak of divine transformation, with one foot entering half-step of void cultivation, with a bone age of less than 3,000 years old.
No disciple knows how terrifying his true combat power is, but there are rumors within the sect that Heiwu's strength is already comparable to that of the four elders.
All kinds of auras, coupled with his heroic and rugged appearance, can naturally capture the hearts of countless female monks. Even a woman like Zhao Ruirui, who seems immune to men, almost loses her composure towards him, which shows how strong his personality charm is.
In full view of everyone, Heiwu walked through the crowd, came to Ye Xiong, stretched out his hand: "Let me formally meet you, my name is Heiwu."
The other party was polite, and Ye Xiong was naturally polite too. He stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Ye Xiong."
The two hands are held together, strong and powerful.
"I'm looking forward to the battle between us. I hope you won't disappoint me." Heiwu said.
"I have never let anyone down." Ye Xiong said lightly.
"With me here, no one dares to trick you, so play well."
After Hei Wu finished speaking, he let go, turned around, and strode away.
Rather than saying hello, he came here to warn the people around him: Ye Xiong is his opponent, and others can't get along with Ye Xiong.
"No one can trick me, don't worry, I'm afraid you will have to let me out of the Amber Holy Land." Ye Xiong shouted from a distance.
"I'm waiting for you to grab it." After Hei Wu finished speaking, he disappeared.