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Chapter 1172 Yan Zheng’s reprimand(1/2)

In response to Zhang Wenzai's provocation, Ye Qingyun just smiled faintly.
Didn't respond to anything.
When Mu Yangzi saw this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
But after all, there was an expert present, so I couldn't just laugh out loud.
So I felt a little uncomfortable holding it in.
He quickly recited the Tao Men Xin Jue silently, suppressing his urge to laugh out loud.
As for Shen Yunlong, he was very speechless at the moment.
Boss!
You should shut up now.
Stop talking again.
Shen Yunlong kept looking at Zhang Wenzai, but Zhang Wenzai didn't notice at all.
He kept talking to Yan Zheng about Ye Qingyun's grudge against Confucianism.
Shen Yunlong was so anxious that he almost went up and covered Zhang Wenzai's mouth.
"Senior, we must get rid of this person and avenge the death of our Confucian family."
After Zhang Wenzai finished speaking, he did not forget to add this sentence.
Yan Zheng said nothing.
But his face was obviously a bit gloomier than before.
The surrounding atmosphere also became a little solemn at some point.
"Ahem, it seems that Dean Zhang has a deep resentment towards me."
Ye Qingyun broke the silence.
Said in a self-deprecating tone.
"Ye Qingyun!"
Zhang Wenzai stretched out his finger.
"With my Confucian sages here today, there is no way you can escape punishment by any means!"
"If you know this, kneel on the ground and apologize to my Confucian ancestors!"
"Only in this way can you have a chance to save your life!"
Zhang Wenzai was completely stunned at this moment.
Not long ago, he set up a treasure appraisal meeting in Shuxianglongyuan to put Ye Qingyun to death.
Unexpectedly, it failed.
Moreover, Ye Qingyun also took away the treasures that he had worked so hard to bring out from Xuanyuan Ancient City.
Zhang Wenzai was so angry that he vomited blood.
There was a tight feeling in my chest with nowhere to vent it.
it's good now.
Finally found a chance to vent.
With Yan Zheng's support, today I, Zhang Wenzai, will settle all the old and new grudges with you!
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
"Is it so serious? How about I give you a blow?"
Zhang Wenzai sneered.
"knock
Do you want to beg for mercy? It’s too late for you to have such awareness now.”
Ye Qingyun curled his lips.
That's all I'm saying.
Do you really think I want to kowtow to you?
I, Ye Qingyun, am no longer what I used to be.
But there will never be a time to kowtow and beg for mercy like before.
"Senior, why don't you let me do it for you and capture this guy first!"
Zhang Wenzai looked attentive and wished he could show his face in front of Yan Zheng.
Let yourself leave a good impression in Yan Zheng's mind.
"enough."
Yan Zheng finally spoke.
Zhang Wenzai was startled.
enough?
What is enough?
What does enough mean?
Do you want me to capture Ye Qingyun?
Yan Zheng looked at Zhang Wenzai.
Although there was no cultivation at all, just such a look made Zhang Wenzai, who had a late-stage semi-saint cultivation, feel trembling all over for a moment.
His entire Confucian cultivation seemed to be falling apart.
Confucian sages are so terrifying!
And the dozen or so elders standing behind Zhang Wenzai were all even more miserable.
They just felt like heaven and earth were pressing down on them.
He couldn't move any part of his body, and his energy and blood were frozen.
This is Yan Zheng's pressure.
Although he has no cultivation, he has a majesty comparable to that of a Confucian saint.
and.
If Yan Zheng is willing, he can destroy the cultivation of Zhang Wenzai and others with just one word.
Hold the Constitution in your mouth, and follow the law as you speak!
Even a half-saint cannot resist such power.
Plop!!!
Zhang Wenzai immediately knelt on the ground and buried his head on the ground, feeling terrified and uneasy.
I don't know what I said wrongly, which made Yan Zheng angry?
Yan Zheng looked down at Zhang Wenzai and others with an expressionless face.
He didn't want to get angry, but this article was really powerful and it actually managed to make Yan Zheng angry.
He had never been so angry before when Huikong came to Baisha Academy to poach people.
Zhang Wenzai in front of him did it.
"Master Ye, you are my friend Yan Zheng!"
Yan Zheng said.
"What?"
Hearing this, Zhang Wenzai immediately panicked.
My heart felt even colder.
To be continued...
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