In the face of the accusations of so many sect masters, Ye Kun still calmly gnawed on the spirit fruit.

They were not taken into account in the slightest.

Let them bark in their ears.

Huangfu Changkong looked at Ye Kun with interest, the young master of the sect.

Although he didn't know what kind of sect he belonged to, he was able to become a half-step saint venerable at this age, and he was even more noble as the master of a sect, and his strength could be seen.

The most important thing is that he was invited over, although Huangfu Changkong didn't care what sect was invited in the invitation.

But he ordered it to go on, and all the sect masters who had been famous for nearly a thousand years were invited.

So he doesn't think it's a simple role.

Tarzan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, and he admired the young man very much.

"Shut up, my master didn't say no gifts, why are you in such a hurry?" Listening to their insulting words, how could Wen Qingzhu endure it.

Immediately stood up and replied, as long as she was by the master's side, she was not afraid at all.

"Shut up, we sect masters speak, where is your turn to interject?"

"Fellow Daoists don't care about you yellow-haired girl, but I just can't stand it." It was Zhao Wenle, the leader of the Demon Gang, who spoke.

Raising his hand, he was about to slap Wen Qingzhu in the air.

It's a pity that when his hand was raised in the air, he didn't have time to swing it out, and his wrist was already grabbed.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the wrist that was fixed in mid-air.

Huangfu's eyes flashed with essence, and when he looked at Ye Kun, it became brighter and brighter.

The sect masters of the surrounding sects just watched and did not interfere.

But the vast majority of those who were shocked didn't dare to act rashly, this was just a half-step Saint Venerable, and he could control the actions of the Ground-level Saint Venerable at will, how powerful this was.

Even the prince who had a conflict with Ye Kun at the gate of the Imperial City before, the Huangfu Baiye people were stupid, even if he was very conceited, he didn't think that he could control the actions of the Ground-level Saint Venerable so easily.

"You still want to control the head of my Supreme Dojo?"

"My disciple, I can't even blame you, what are you?!"

With a cold snort, Ye Kun's left hand twisted hard, and he twisted Zhao Wenle's arm off the spot, and the moment the blood splashed out, Ye Kun took away all the blood with his other hand, lest the blood be spilled on this banquet hall.

Zhao Wenle fell to the ground and let out a terrible scream, and the disciples who followed him turned pale and were at a loss.

The gang leader has been repaired, what else can he do, he can only watch and do nothing.

The entire banquet hall was as quiet as a greeting, and everyone looked at a junior like this, making such a bloody move, and the most exaggerated thing was that in front of him, the ground-level saint venerable was like a piece of paper.

You must know that as long as the primordial god is still there, it will be easy for the earth-level saint to be reborn with blood.

But now, one arm has been twisted off, and it can't be recovered for a while, which is enough to prove that the difference in strength is extremely huge, otherwise it would not have been possible.

"Sure enough, he is young and promising."

"Lord Ye Zun, please give me a face, this is the day for the little girl to choose a son-in-law."

Huangfu looked at Ye Kun with a smile, but his eyes were full of appreciation.

Anyone can see that he didn't even blame the slightest, the leader of the Demon Gang was obviously beaten in vain, and the royal family didn't want to blame the other party at all.

After evaporating all the blood that had been sucked in, Ye Kun let go of his palm, looked at Zhao Wenle expressionlessly, and said, "Today, I will spare you for the sake of Your Majesty's face, otherwise you will be wiped out." ”

Then he looked at all the monks present and said in a cold voice: "If you want to make trouble, I, Ye Kun, will accompany you to the end, but if you attack my disciples, even if you only hurt one finger, I will definitely destroy your entire sect, I will do what I say." ”

Even though this is the territory of the royal family, Ye Kun still maintains his unruliness.

A group of monks, you look at me, I look at you, they swallowed their saliva one after another, who dares to fight him?

At least none of the prefecture-level saint venerables dared to trouble Ye Kun.

Even if there is, it is Jing Junce, the head of the Wind Whirlwind Sect, and now he is extremely unhappy, but if he continues to provoke, he is afraid that he will anger the royal family, he is not a fool.

Feeling a look full of murderous intent, Jing Junce smiled at him awkwardly.

Ye Kun conjured up a spell, and this spell was Thunder.

With his current strength, it would be easy to materialize Bully into a book.

"Your Majesty, this is my gift to the princess."

With a slight shake of his palm, the thunder fell on the hand of Huangfu Baihua.

Many people stalked their necks, wanting to see what kind of powerful thing he was giving, which could be given as a gift.

"I know a lot of people wonder what I'm sending is."

"I'm giving you a spell called Thunder."

"Head of the Whirlwind Faction, please come out for a moment, I want to demonstrate the effect of Thunder."

He looked at Jing Junce coldly.

Now that everyone was staring at him, the feeling of riding a tiger made him almost want to cry.

"It's... This... Good... All right. ”

Gritting his teeth, he still didn't believe it, just such a spell, could it be that he could die?

Then everyone followed them to the square outside the banquet hall, Jing Junce looked at Ye Kun nervously, and said, "Lord Ye, please show mercy to your subordinates, I have already seen blood just now, and there is no need to see blood now." ”

Damn the shaft, you used this method to force me to fight you.

"Master, I believe you will be able to carry it!" Wang Gao, the chief disciple of the Wind Whirlwind Sect, beckoned excitedly.

In his eyes, Master Venerable Jing Junce was the strongest person among the prefecture-level Saint Venerables, how could he lose to a young junior.

Looking at the stupid appearance of his apprentice, Jing Junce couldn't wait to choke him by the neck and strangle him to death.

What's going on, and you're still carrying it?

Looking at Ye Kun's gloomy appearance, he knew that there would be no good fruit to eat.

Even if he doesn't die or die, he doesn't want to be beaten for no reason.

However, he has already promised the other party.

As if he saw something, the emperor was in the sky, put his hands behind his back, and said with a faint smile: "Lord Ye also asks you to stop at the point." ”

It was clearly telling him not to continue to cause trouble.

Hearing Huangfu Changkong speak, Jing Junce's hanging heart finally fell.

Ye Kun grinned and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the Lord of the Deity has his own measure." ”

At this moment, he was already covered in thunder and lightning, and he made a crackling sound.

"Master Jing, they all say that there are no eyes for fists and feet, and I don't have a door for this spell, please be flexible yourself."

Looking at his sinister appearance, Jing Junce suddenly realized something important.

This guy in front of him is a madman, how could he care about what Huangfu Changkong said.