People turned their faces in confusion, only to see a young man hurriedly parting from everyone and walking to the stage, the young man was dressed in cloth, very handsome, but his expression was a little wooden.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know what to do, look at this clothing, it seems to be a servant of the purple family."

"Servants can also refine medicine?"

……

Offstage, people looked at the young man curiously, and Ziyun on the stage also looked at the young man suspiciously, and he didn't recognize who he was after watching for a long time.

"Who are you?" Purple Changran asked with a smile.

Although the other party is ordinary, but if he has the courage to come to power, he is naturally not an ordinary person, in the Zi family, as long as he has talent, he will be respected, and he doesn't mind the young man's servant dress.

"Mr. Hui, the villain's name is Zitu, he is the servant of Zitong, and he is here to offer medicine on behalf of my young lady!"

Zitu carefully took out a small medicine box from his body and brought it to Zi Changran.

Compared with Ziyun's medicine box, this medicine box is much simpler, but it is just an old piece of paper that is casually folded, and it is barely called a medicine box.

"Purple pupils?" Purple Changran whispered the somewhat familiar name, "Which purple pupil?" ”

In the audience, someone from a foreign sect had already recognized the purple disciple and immediately accosted him.

"And that purple pupil, isn't it that waste purple pupil from the Purple Family Outer Sect!"

When the purple disciple heard this, he immediately turned his face to look at the audience, and shouted unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about, my young lady is not a waste!" ”

"Yes, yes, it's not waste, it's a bale of straw that can't even be separated from seven-leaf clover." The man in the audience sneered disdainfully, "Mr. Changran, you don't have to check it, there may be some kind of garbage and grass balls wrapped in that paper, you are completely wasting your time!" ”

The audience immediately burst into laughter.

Even the spectators who didn't think who the purple pupil was for a while, they already remembered the waste that had been forgotten by many people many years ago.

"You...... Dare to slander my young lady like this! Zitu was so angry that his face turned pale, "There is a kind, come up and fight me alone!" ”

The young man in the audience looked at him disapplausively, "What is your identity......

As soon as he was halfway through his words, the young man suddenly screamed, raised his hand to cover his head, fell directly to the ground, withdrew his palm, and looked at the blood on his palm, he raised his face angrily, "Who dares to hit me?" ”

"Me!"

A faint word, revealing endless domineering.

Everyone around looked at the stage from the stage, and saw that not far in front of the young man, a little girl in a red dress, the girl's face was extremely delicate, but at this moment, a small face was cold.

In her delicate little hand, she was holding a wooden stick left over from the platform, and the bloody end of the stick was pointing at the face of the beaten young man.

"Apologize to the Purple Disciple!"

"Miss!" Recognizing that it was Zitong, Zitu hurriedly jumped off the stage, "No need, it's more important than big!" ”

Purple Pupil raised her left hand and motioned for the purple disciple to stop talking, her eyes still staring coldly at the stunned young man.

"Apologize or die!"

Because she worked overtime to refine medicine last night, she got up a little late, and Zitu was worried that she would miss the opportunity, so she rushed over first, and everyone's attention was focused on the stage just now, and they didn't notice her, seeing that this young man dared to be so disdainful of Zitu, where would Zitong tolerate him.

The innocent girl, full of murderous intent, holding a bloody wooden stick in her hand, has a pleasant voice, but it seems to come from the hell of Yama.