Chapter 395: I've never seen such a brazen person

"Win, win, win......"

Mu Xiu almost jumped for joy.

In the lounge, Di Qiuyue and Ye Qianluo also hugged each other.

"Senior Brother Xue, Senior Brother Xue......"

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The audience cheered, and all the disciples of the Hidden Sword Valley couldn't stop the excitement in their hearts, and the thrill of being reborn in a desperate situation and turning defeat into victory was indescribable.

"Agreed!"

Qi Qianhua glanced at Qianye Patrol, then looked at the Eighth Prince, and said lightly.

The cheers gradually stopped, and the eyes of the audience fell on the Eighth Prince, who couldn't wait for him to announce the result.

"This fight is not working!"

After a long silence, the Eighth Prince suddenly spoke.

"What, why doesn't it work!"

"It's not that you can't afford to lose, it's unreasonable!"

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The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Valley in the audience were boiling again, and they all refused to let go.

"This Eighth Prince is just making trouble unreasonably, obviously we won, why is it invalid!"

In the lounge, Di Qiuyue almost rushed to the rostrum, but fortunately she was stopped by Ye Qianluo, who was quick-eyed.

"Does His Highness have a reasonable explanation?"

Qi Qianhua's face also turned cold.

"Dare to ask Master Qi, the sword technique that Xue Ye made just now is the sword technique of your Hidden Sword Valley?"

The Eighth Prince asked with squinted eyes.

"It's not!"

Qi Qianhua pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Although he is a disciple of your Hidden Sword Valley, I admit this, but since he is fighting on behalf of your Hidden Sword Valley, then he should use the swordsmanship of Tibetan Nuts to fight, if you use the martial arts of other sects, even if you win, can it represent that your Hidden Sword Valley's swordsmanship skills are superior?"

The Eighth Prince asked.

"This ......"

Qi Qianhua was speechless, and the other core elders were angry, but they were also asked and didn't know how to answer.

Xue Ye's overwhelming victory was indeed incomparable, and the Eighth Emperor also recognized his identity as a disciple of the Hidden Sword Valley, but in front of everyone's eyes, the swordsmanship he made was indeed not from the Hidden Sword Valley, this was the death hole, even if he won, it really could not represent the swordsmanship of the Hidden Sword Valley, and the Eighth Prince's declaration of invalidity was indeed in the past.

"Hmph, the disciples of your own sect don't use their own swordsmanship, it seems that your swordsmanship in the Hidden Sword Valley is indeed in vain!"

The Thousand Night Patrol couldn't help but sneer.

"What do you say......"

Mu Xiu was annoyed.

"Isn't it, I only believe in my eyes, your disciples lost a mess when they used their own swordsmanship, and only when they used other people's swordsmanship did they get back a city, so it seems that you have changed the door of the Sword Valley!"

A thousand nights patrol is unforgiving.

"Haha, that's ridiculous!"

Xue Ye suddenly burst out laughing.

"Xue Ye, what's ridiculous!"

The Eighth Prince was annoyed and shouted.

"I laugh I've never seen someone so brazen!"

Xue Ye's eyes lit up, staring at the Thousand Nights Patrol.

"Junior, you're so rude!"

The Thousand Nights Patrol was also furious.

"Aren't you shameless?"

Xue Ye said with some disdain: "You said that my disciples don't use their own swordsmanship and need to change their courts, so you don't need your own disciples to compete with your ghost swords, do you even have to change your ancestors to someone else's!"

"Presumptuous, you don't talk about it there, you said that we don't need disciples from our own sect in the Ghost Sword Stream, what evidence do you have, a few people who came on the field to fight... That isn't my Ghost Sword Stream's disciple!"

Qianye Patrol's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately said.

"Okay, are they the disciples of your Ghost Sword Stream, let them tell me in person!"

Xue Ye's eyes suddenly looked at the dejected Liu Sheng Wuzun and said: "Your Excellency Liu Sheng, although you were defeated in my hands, you are still my Xue Ye's respectable opponent, I want to hear the answer from your mouth, whether you are a disciple of the Ghost Sword Stream, if you say yes, I have nothing to say!"

"I ......"

"Liu Shengjun, you tell him if you are a disciple of my Ghost Sword Stream!"

The panicked color of the Thousand Night Patrol flashed, and then he glared at Liu Sheng Wuzun viciously.

"I... I ......"

Yanagi Takezun's fingernails dug into his flesh, struggling desperately.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Yanagi Wuzun's body, he has the arrogance of a swordsman, and he is not allowed to lie, but he has made an agreement with the Ghost Sword Flow, to replace the Ghost Sword Flow in this competition, and now that he has lost, if he betrays the Thousand Night Patrol again, the thing that the Ghost Sword Flow promised to himself will never be completed.

Yanagi Wuzun's performance was already obvious, but Thousand Nights Patrol still refused to give up, staring at him fiercely with a pair of eyes, and he must make him admit that he was a disciple of Ghost Sword Flow.

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded: "Don't embarrass Liu Shengjun, the seven people who came on the field just now, except for my sister and I are a disciple of Ghost Sword Flow, the other five are all famous geniuses from Fusang Country!"

It was Egawa Leaf who spoke.

"What, it's no wonder that the people who came on the scene before the ghost sword school were so powerful, and we were powerless to fight in the Hidden Sword Valley, it turned out that these people were all top geniuses from Fusang Country!"

"Hmph, Ghost Sword Stream is really despicable and shameless to challenge the genius of one of our sects with the genius of Fusang Country!"

"Hmph, obviously it's not a disciple of your own sect, if you force people to say that it's a disciple of the Ghost Sword Stream, isn't this just forcing Liang to become a prostitute?"

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Doubts erupted, and all eyes were focused on the body of the Thousand Night Patrol, and the invective came one after another.

"Your Excellency Qianye's cheek is really enough, it's just enough to take the disciples of other people's sects to go out to communicate and learn, and even shamelessly mock our disciples for not using their own swordsmanship, it's really the first time I've seen such a shameless person, isn't this the personality characteristic of your Fusang Kingdom?"

Mu Xiu's heart was finally happy, and naturally he would not let go of the opportunity to ridicule the Thousand Night Patrol.

Qianye Xun's face was cloudy, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and scolded Jiang Chuan Yezi: "Ye Zi, as a disciple of the Ghost Sword Stream, you are unworthy of being my Ghost Sword Stream disciple on such an important occasion to outsiders, you are ashamed of me, your father, and even more ashamed of the Ghost Sword Stream!"

"Ye Zi, you are a traitor, you have been in Tianwu Country for a long time, have you forgotten that you are a Fusang person, a disciple of the Ghost Sword Stream!"

"Yezi, you really disappointed us, how can you do this!"

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Several Ghost Sword Stream disciples who did not participate in the competition also pointed at Jiang Chuan Ye one after another.

"Is Ye Zi's approach wrong? Originally, I didn't approve of Elder Qianye's approach, using the disciples of other sects to represent my ghost sword flow competition, even if I win, it is not a martial artist, this is even more shameful, you are still shameless to accuse Ye Zi now, it is ridiculous, you don't even have the qualifications to play, what qualifications do you have to speak!"

Jiang Chuan Wei Qian was anxious to protect her sister, and immediately scolded everyone, she was the first day of the Ghost Sword Flow, and she had absolute majesty, and the others immediately did not dare to speak.

"Sister......

"Ye Zi, don't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong, you are braver than any of us, let's go, don't be in the company of this group of people!"

Jiang Chuan Wei Qian took her sister's hand and walked towards the gate of the martial arts arena, and when she passed by the arena, she took a deep look at Xue Ye and said: "After I go back, I will close the life and death pass, and when I leave the pass, I will definitely defeat you with my own hands!"

"Waiting for you at any time!"

Xue Ye said.

The two sisters left, and Jiang Chuan Yezi looked at Xue Ye with reluctance in his eyes when he left, which was a little intriguing.

"Xue Yejun, this battle convinced me of defeat, made me realize how ridiculous I was before, and now I regret not answering your question just now, I will not go against my original intention in the future, I will take my leave, I will cultivate harder in the future, and strive to catch up with you!"

Yanagi Wuzun bowed deeply to Xue Ye, and then left as well.

Thousand Nights' face was a little distorted, and he felt that the pestle was there without a place to embarrass himself.

"Eighth Highness, you already know the situation on the side of the Ghost Sword Flow?"

Qi Qianhua glanced at the Eighth Prince and asked.

"Ahh I, I don't know!"

The Eighth Prince's face was cloudy, and he immediately glanced at Qianye Xun and said, "Qianye senior, you are a little excessive!"

"You ......"

Qianye Patrol was just about to argue, but he saw the Eighth Prince desperately glaring at him, and forcibly suppressed his anger.

"Eighth Highness, is this exchange effective?"

Qi Qianhua asked.

"Effective and effective, the Hidden Sword Valley won beautifully, since this is the case, then I will leave!"

The eighth prince saw the wind and made the rudder.

"His Royal Highness the Eighth is a distinguished guest, so if you don't stay for a few days, you can let the Tibetan Sword Valley fulfill the friendship of the landlord!"

Qi Qianhua said deliberately.

"No, no, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

The Eighth Prince and his party fled in embarrassment, but when Bai Wuxian was leaving, he glanced at Xue Ye deeply, revealing a strong killing intent.