() looked coldly at the impassioned Second Ancestors, and Zi Ye sneered.

"Okay, since you think so highly of me Ziye, then the young master will accompany you here for a while......"

Hearing the news, he rushed to the knife, and under the instruction of Ion Xuan, he boldly moved two carved Taishi chairs, and with a "bang", they were placed behind Zi Ye and Ion Xuan.

Tian Shui also obediently brought tea and presented it to the two of them.

Zi Ye and Ion Xuan sat down leisurely, both crossed Erlang's legs, sat there lazily and tiredly, and drank tea.

Originally, these second ancestors were impassionedly reprimanded there, and they couldn't help but feel a little dry, but now they see the two of them sitting there drinking tea leisurely, as if they are watching a play relaxedly, and they feel even more angry.

Especially looking at the tea, I felt that the fire in my mouth was full of fire.

What's even more annoying is that this purple night drinks tea and drinks tea, but instead talks to the ion Xuan around him from time to time, pointing at them, smiling like a flower.

Nowadays, where do they still have the dignity of the children of rich families, they are completely like a group of juggling monkeys.

And it's also a monkey bouncing around here for people to watch.

When a crowd gets together, there will always be a blind sense of arrogance.

It's as if as long as there are more of them, they can be invincible in the world.

Now seeing that Ziye completely ignored the search for their group, someone suddenly shouted.

"Purple Night, what do you mean by that?"

He stepped forward quietly and whispered: "His name is Wan Jinshan, his father's official residence is a squire in the military department, and he is a middle-level ...... of Xuanzhi."

A knife has been mixed in the Zijia Army since childhood, and after the accident, it hid underground, and it was even more clear that the ancestors of the eight generations of the court members were clear.

"The surname is Wan...... What you said is strange......" Zi Ye looked innocent: "I sat in my own house drinking tea, watching a group of monkeys singing and dancing at the gate of my Zi family, is there anything in your way?" ”

"A group of monkeys ......"

Such insulting words have aroused public indignation.

I don't know who pushed whom, but in short, the person standing in front was suddenly pushed by someone, and he staggered forward two steps.

This action is undoubtedly a message to those who come after.

With a "coax", everyone instantly rushed forward.

"Smack......

The crisp celadon tea cup fell at the feet of the man in front, and the tea splashed everywhere.

Purple Night suddenly flew up almost at the same time, raised his hand and swept a knife in the back, pulling out the iron rod he was carrying behind him.

Hao's wrist staggered, and the iron rod swept out like a blast of wind.

"Bang ......"

The knot slammed into the bodies of the people in front of him, knocking their bodies back violently, and in the low scream, many people were overwhelmed.

The iron rod was rebounded and flew back into Zi Ye's hand, without stopping for the slightest, and after the iron rod spun in her palm, it swept the crowd at the door again.

It stands to reason that this group of second ancestors at the door is at least the middle level of the Xuan.

A mystic mid-level, it stands to reason that he should not be able to accept the iron rod of Ziye.

But firstly, because Ziye's attack was too sudden and fast, and secondly, this group of Second Ancestors really lacked experience in facing the enemy, so when Ziye was considered a sneak attack, they were not lightly pumped.

In the midst of the screams of pain, the second ancestors decisively chose the wolf bèi to disperse.

Holding an iron rod in his hand, Zi Ye slowly stepped out of the gate of the Zi family, squinting proudly with cold eyes.

"You're looking for ......."

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