"Death to the dog thief!"

Ten disciples took out their weapons and rushed forward.

Ye Qitian smiled slightly and took out his hammer from the ring.

Just let me see how much you can do.

A disciple approached Ye Qitian with a sword, raised his hand and stabbed him in the arm, apparently unwilling to make him lose his combat effectiveness with a heavy hand.

This kid can be a little bit more tapy to him.

Ye Qitian dodged this sword and knocked another disciple who wanted to sneak attack out with a hammer.

I saw that the disciple flew out several meters away, and when he landed on the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he couldn't get up.

The elder directly took him off the stage, and staying on the stage could only get in the way.

The rest of the disciples were all frightened, the one who was beaten just now vomited blood was the top existence among them.

Can we really win against such monsters?

The disciples began to retreat.

The disciples formed a circle and surrounded Ye Qitian.

Ye Qitian took a step to the left, and they all took a step to the left. Ye Qitian ran two steps to the right, and they also ran two steps to the right.

Keep a distance of ten meters from Ye Qitian at any time. Don't stay away and don't dare to come closer.

Where have the disciples in the audience seen such a scene, and their anger boiled like boiling water.

In their eyes, Ye Qitian was just a casual cultivator, an outsider. Losing to him is intolerable.

"What's the matter with you!

"Didn't you scold just now? Why can't you do it now?"

"You unplanted cowards!"

If there is one who takes the lead, people will follow the rhythm.

The audience, which was empty just now, was full of voices in a blink of an eye, and the shouts and scolding continued to sound. It was like a spike that stimulated the disciples on the stage, and every scolding seemed to stab them in the heart, stabbing them all over their bodies.

The disciples on the stage were all blushing and their necks were thick.

Finally, they couldn't help it.

Screaming and rushing up, there was no discipline at all, and now they were like ordinary people fighting.

If you keep the round shape you just now, you might still have a chance to win, but now it's like a headless fly. They don't have a chance.

Anger has carried away the mind.

Ye Qitian lowered his head and sighed, this is really interesting.

The real warriors are on the charge, and the funny clowns are in the hearts of the cholers.

Somehow, Ye Qitian's mood began to become irritable, and he did not return to his calmness.

"It's time to finish. I don't want to keep playing. Ye Qitian's hair covered his eyes.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Hammer up! Hammer down!

Ye Qitian was like a crazy beast, rushing in front of them with an invisible-looking speed.

The only thing the disciples could do was to raise the weapons in their hands to resist.

"Bang Bang Bang" A few crisp sounds came, and the disciples in the audience looked at the stage in horror.

There was no one standing on the stage except Ye Qitian, and the disciples were lying on the ground, and beside them were weapons that had been broken in half.

Ye Qitian broke all of their weapons.

Of course, they are all weapons of the same grade, and Ye Qitian's hammer has also cracked, and it is obvious that it has reached its limit.

You must know that the weapons they use have not reached the realm of fusion, and it is impossible to break them by brute force.

This also shows from the side how terrifying Ye Qitian's power is.

Ye Qitian withdrew the hammer in his hand, walked to the edge of the stage in a few steps, sat on the edge of the stage, shook his legs and said, "Do you take it?"

Offstage, the disciples looked at Ye Qitian with frightened eyes, and when they heard him say this, they glanced at each other and nodded.

If there is a person who is a little stronger than you, then you will not be convinced, but if you are much stronger than yourself, then your psychology will change, and you will unconsciously listen to him and worship him.

This is the status that strength brings, a position that rises high.

Ye Qitian looked back at the nine disciples who were moaning on the stage and asked, "What about you?"

"We~~ are served!"

"Hmm. Ye Qitian simply responded, and there was no joy on his face after the victory.

"I said, do you want to fight with me? What about those people who said that these disciples on the stage were cowards? Do you want to come up and have a good time? ”

Ye Qitian patted the ground and hooked his fingers towards the disciples.

The senior brother laughed. ”

"How dare we compete with our senior brother with this little strength. ”

"Senior Brother is a genius like no other, how can we mediocre people compete with Senior Brother. ”

"Yes, yes, how dare the fireflies compete with Haoyue. ”

Ye Qitian smiled, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I don't eat this set."

Seriously, if you look at the way you look now, aren't you all pretty good just now?

Why is it cowardly now?

I want to laugh when you scold these juniors on stage, what are you compared to them?

At the very least, they dare to come to power and dare to resist when they know they can't win.

What did you do? Just stand by and bark wildly, and you don't even have the courage to challenge me. You're the real cowards. ”

Ye Qitian clapped his hands and stood up, looking at everyone, "Do you remember why you joined the Spirit Moon Sect?"

I remember! I want to have power.

I want not to be bullied by others, and I want to have the power to protect everything.

I've always regretted one thing, why didn't I dare to move when I saw the man who could kill me at any time. I watched him kill my loved ones.

If I could do it all over again, even if I died, I would spit on him! I would bite off a piece of his flesh!"

As he spoke, Ye Qitian thought of Su Ruoxue, and that beautiful girl disappeared in front of him like this, which was really sad and ridiculous.

Ye Qitian unconsciously grasped the necklace around his neck with both hands, and his expression was a little sad. "I'm not much better than you! But my only good thing is that I can get up after being knocked down and try to fight back!

Now that's all you're missing, think about it. ”

The disciples all lowered their heads, none of them spoke, and they all fell into memories.

After a while.

Ye Qitian looked at the disciples in front of him who were stuck in memories and smiled.

Picked up the winning bet, got off the stage and left.

The elder looked at Ye Qitian's back with meaningful eyes.

This kid may be really unusual.

Elder Ling may have really picked up the treasure.