Chapter 575: Trampling on the Dignity of the Holy Martial Arts?
"No...... Want......! ”
The roar of the Black Venerable echoed in the sky above the Black Realm, and when his voice dissipated, the Black Realm ...... There was a dead silence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Tens of thousands of martial artists at the head of the bridge were dumbfounded, and thousands of them raised their hands and rubbed their eyes, as if they wanted to determine whether the scene they had just seen was illusory or real.
The three bridge guards who had just rushed behind the Black Venerable walked to the bridge in a daze, holding on to the pillars of the wooden bridge, looking down at the abyss, and the three of them had no thoughts.
Zhu Yingjie grew his mouth, his face was pale and frightened, and even the hand holding the barrel of the golden pen was trembling.
"Leaf ...... Ye Shaoxia put the ...... Prison ...... The Prison Priest threw ...... Thrown down? ”
After three breaths, Zhu Yingjie stammered and asked a young man in his twenties beside him.
"Good...... Good...... It seems to be. The boy replied with a squeak.
One breath, two breaths...... Four Breath ...... Ten breaths.
The underworld was quiet for ten breaths, and after ten breaths, the sound of chaos from tens of thousands of people completely shook the underworld.
"He's a madman, and the first time I saw him, I knew he was crazy."
"Really...... It's really hard to eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, it's hard to ...... Didn't he know that the old man was the Supervisor? In the Holy Martial Academy, the status of the Venerable is higher than that of the Black and White Realms. He...... He is blatantly trampling on the Holy Martial Academy, and he doesn't take everyone in his eyes at all. ”
"My God, I thought that if the Black Venerable came forward, that young man would definitely release the prison sect, but I didn't expect it...... Unexpectedly, he still threw the prison sect down. Now there is a good show, even if he is a late-stage chivalrous man who cultivates both body and soul, he will not be able to escape the extermination of the Holy Venerable. ”
"Hey! It's a pity. is a good son of the sky, but he doesn't know how to restrain his arrogance. Defeating the prison sect was originally a fortunate thing to make a name for himself, but now that he is making trouble, the fortunate thing has also become a disaster. ”
"Stupid, stupid. Even if the prison sect is wrong, as a disciple of the Holy Martial Academy, he can't throw it into the abyss? Wouldn't it be over if you endure walking through the fog realm? ”
"That's right. Even if our cultivation is promoted to the level of chivalry, we are still disciples of the Holy Martial Academy. Since he is a disciple, he should respect his teacher, even if he has cultivated to a venerable level that surpasses the Black and White Realms and the elders of the Holy Martial Academy, we should worship him when we see him, how can we have the slightest disrespect? ”
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In the hearts of many martial cultivators, Ye Feng's approach was extremely unknown. It can even be said that Ye Feng is digging a grave for himself, and then not only will he have to bear the thunderous wrath of the Holy Venerable, but even the Gu Ye Sect of the Clear Water Country will be implicated because of his mistakes.
Zhu Yingjie didn't want to listen to the words that slandered Ye Feng in his ears, because Ye Feng was kind to him. But Zhu Yingjie's inner thoughts were the same as those of tens of thousands of martial cultivators, thinking that Ye Feng had indeed gone too far, how could there be a reason for being a disciple to throw the prison sect into the abyss?
At this moment, tens of thousands of mouths were slandering Ye Feng. But who thought about it again, Ye Feng originally forgave the old man, but the old man still shot a dart at Ye Feng.
If Ye Feng hadn't been able to dodge that dart, the person who died at this time would not have been the prison sect, but him Ye Feng. In this regard, Ye Feng did not regret it in his heart, if time could be turned back, Ye Feng still chose to throw the old man into the abyss.
"You...... You daring madman. I knew that you would kill Lord Jianzong, I should have killed you ten days ago, and I would never have taken you to the Black Realm and put you in front of the Black Tower. ”
The Black Venerable turned around and pointed angrily at Ye Feng, if you could see his eyes, you would find that there was a thick anger in them. If gaze could kill people, Ye Feng would have died dozens of times.
"Black Venerable! You say I'm crazy, but you're not crazy in my eyes? Ye Feng smiled at the Black Venerable, and said, "Ye Mou broke the bridge of life and death in order to cross the line, but he had no intention of killing anyone. The old man's repeated schemes were bound to kill Ye, but in the end, Ye still forgave him. Still, he didn't repent and shot me in the middle of the eyebrow with a dart. Could it be that he deserved to kill me, and that I killed him as a madman committing a heinous crime? ”
"It's ......."
Ye Feng's words were sonorous and powerful, making the Black Venerable speechless, and he really had no words to deal with Ye Feng's words for a while.
"You...... You are a strong argument, the supervisor has worked hard, and he has been sitting here for a hundred years. Less than a month after you came to the Holy Martial Academy, you threw the prison sect in the courtyard off the cliff, you ...... You didn't take the Holy Venerable seriously at all, and you were openly provoking the dignity of the Holy Martial Academy. ”
"Huh! It's really interesting. Ye Feng sneered a few times, squinted his eyes with his hands behind his back, looked at the angry Black Venerable and continued: "Black Venerable! According to your meaning, everyone who steps on the bridge of life and death must endure the obscenity of the Holy Martial Academy? I'm waiting for the martial cultivators who come to the Holy Martial Academy, and I have to endure the oppression of your status at all times? Even when it comes to life and death, you can't resist? ”
"I ...... That was not what I meant. ”
"So what do you mean? It is natural for the prison sect to kill Ye, and Ye resists to kill him, which is a provocation to trample on the dignity of the Holy Martial Academy? Amusing! If the Black Venerable has to decide that Ye Mou has committed the following crimes, then he will make a move. But I warn you, if you dare to make a move, I'll let you go down with that old thing. ”
"You ......."
"What am I? Ye never flattered, and never regretted what he did. That prison sect has repeatedly wanted to kill Ye Mou, don't say that it is you in front of me, even if the masters of the three courtyards are all on this bridge, Ye Mou will not be soft and apologize. ”
The black-robed man was trembling by Ye Feng's anger, and the three bridge guards behind him were even more blue and purple in their lips, and they had the heart to step forward to fight Ye Feng, but they were also afraid that Ye Feng would be angry and throw them all into the abyss as he said.
This is not an impossible thing to happen, judging from Ye Feng's tough and unyielding attitude, the three bridge guards feel that Ye Feng may have done such a thing.
"Okay! In the underworld, he has become a chivalrous master of body and soul cultivation. I admit that I can't kill you now, but Ye Feng, don't be too rampant. I will go to the Holy Spirit Mountain to meet the Holy Venerable right now, and ask him to come forward and kill you. ”
"Whatever you want. Ye Mou doesn't run away or hide, if the Holy Venerable wants to kill me, then let him come to the White Realm to find me. ”
Ye Feng was neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes looked at the dark realm, and when he was about to retract his gaze, he stopped on Zhu Yingjie for a moment, and then turned around and walked towards the mist step by step.
At this time, the White Realm was silent, not because of anything else, but because they saw that the originally tumbling mist had stopped flipping, but ...... But he didn't see the old man showing half of his body, and he didn't see the man who stepped on the bridge coming out from behind the fog.