Yang Zhi smiled lightly, shook his head at Liu Wuxin, reassured her, and then raised his head and looked at Murong Feifei: "The master of the door ......"

But seeing that Murong Feifei waved his hand, he didn't let him continue his words, and understood what he meant, just now, that Liang Mu used illusion to confuse Liu Wuxin, if it weren't for Yang Zhi's voice to remind him, Liu Wuxin would have been defeated, and he might even be killed, and there would be no draw at all.

"Ahem, I remember that it was Liang Muxian's nephew who proposed the competition according to the rules of the War God Platform I sent before, may I ask Brother Hua yes or no?" Murong Feifei spoke, with a smile on his face.

In the end, he is the master of a sect and handles things calmly.

"What's the matter, Murong Sect Master, do you have to protect this kid?" The middle-aged prophet surnamed Hua had already understood Murong Extraordinary's purpose, no matter what he was about to say, he clearly wanted to protect the calf, and he was immediately furious.

The representatives of the other forces are not blind and deaf, and when they reacted at this moment, they all stood up and spoke, and they definitely wanted to support the middle-aged side surnamed Hua.

"Lord Hualou is right, Master Murong Sect, do you really want to do something boring? Don't treat us all for idiots, if it wasn't for that kid's words just now, where did Liu Wuxin of your faction break the illusion, I'm afraid that I would have been defeated by now!"

"Hmph! It's not just defeated, I think eighty percent has become a dead corpse!"

"Hehe, the dignified Chaos Sect, one of the four major sects of Great Xia, can it be so shameless? I don't even have the courage to admit defeat!"

At the viewing table, led by the representatives of the Wuji Sect, all of them pointed at their angry eyes, making Murong Feifei and the Chaos Sect the target of everyone.

The forces of all parties have already united, and the purpose is not pure from the beginning, how can they let go of the opportunity to grasp the handle of the Chaos Gate?

Murong Feifei took in everyone's dissatisfaction, but he was still unflustered.

"Door Master!"

Just as Murong Feifei was about to defend himself, Bai Cheng's voice suddenly sounded: "Yang Zhimu is undisciplined, wantonly interferes with the competition, and makes this sect truthful, such a disciple, it is a blessing or a curse to stay in the sect, and ask the sect master to expel him from the sect to extinguish the anger of the people, the mistake he made is a personal act, and when he bears the consequences, it has nothing to do with the sect!"

As soon as these words came out, the representatives of all the forces frowned, what a clever move, sacrificing a disciple and saving the face of the sect!

"What did you say?" Murong Feifei was quite angry here, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Bai Cheng.

He didn't expect that at such a time, the first person to jump out and dismantle the stage was Bai Cheng, who was also one of the twelve peak masters of the dignified family, and the other party's seemingly clever words were foolish in his opinion.

Because that would be tantamount to admitting that Liu Wuxin was defeated, and then the Chaos Gate would have to let Liang Mu search the mountain.

"Sect Master, Bai Mou's heart is for the sake of the sect, Yang Zhi is not worthy of the protection of the sect!" Bai Cheng greeted Murong's extraordinary gaze and added, with a resolute attitude, even if he was facing the master of a faction, he still didn't give any face.

"You ......" Murong was furious, and he was speechless for a while.

"Hahaha, Elder Bai, are you a fool!" Suddenly, Yang Zhi laughed, and his voice shook the sky, causing countless people to change color, and they couldn't help but look at him.

The first reaction of everyone was that this kid was crazy enough to dare to speak like this!

In any case, an outer disciple dared to contradict the sect elder like this, he really dared to be the first in the world.

"Yang Zhi, you ......" Next to him, Liu Wuxin was unnatural, pinched Yang Zhi's arm, and his expression was even more headache.

Yang Zhi hurriedly avoided it, but his arrogance did not diminish in the slightest, ignoring the fact that Baicheng was already furious at this time, but spoke to Murong Feifei again: "Sect Master, I understand your kindness, the disciples don't dare to agree with what Elder Bai said just now, so it's up to the disciples to explain why this competition is a draw!"

Shout!

Yang Zhi flew to the God of War platform, but instead of doing it with Hua Manyuan, he argued with reason: "The seniors are like fierce gods, don't you think that I have reminded Senior Sister Liu, you really think that I broke the rules of the game, so you want to ask me about my guilt?"

He was calm, surprisingly calm, and had no fear in the face of the great martial artist, which made Hua Manyuan's eyes flash with a touch of surprise, as if he didn't expect that this little ant, a disciple of the Chaos Sect, was not afraid of himself at all, and he didn't even speak in a humble tone.

But after all, he was the master of the faction, and after a short period of astonishment, he quickly regained his indifference, and looked at Yang Zhi angrily and said: "You have some courage, yes, since you know your sin, what do you say should be done with you?"

"Heh, who said that I confessed my guilt? Take 10,000 steps back, even if I am guilty, but you are the master of a faction, could it be that you jumped on this God of War platform to personally fight a disciple of the Chaos Sect?"

Hua Manyuan was speechless for a while, originally wanted to kill Yang Zhi with one slap, and then give up on the grounds of losing his temper due to anger, but after hearing the other party's words, his nature changed, and now he really can't pull his face if he makes a move again.

He immediately said with annoyance: "I won't make a move on an ant like you, and you are not qualified to let the old man kill you, but you break the rules of the competition, do you think that if I don't kill you, you can live?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhi was still calm: "Breaking the rules of the competition? I don't want to take this crime, I have already explained it to the sect master before, but you are stupid so you didn't understand!"

"What are you talking about, you dare to insult the owner of this building?"

Yang Zhi: "Seniors, don't be impatient, it's not too late to listen to me finish speaking and then get mad, this martial arts competition, you sent Liang Mu to propose according to the rules of the God of War Stage, and I sent the God of War Platform to remind me in the rules of the duel, therefore, what is the crime of Lao Tzu!"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was silent, and Yang Zhi's words seemed to have a righteous and awe-inspiring trend, which made him so shocked and inexplicable.

What a domineering man he is, daring to call himself Lao Tzu in front of the great martial artist!

At this moment, all the disciples of the Chaos Sect are shocked physically and mentally, excited, mother's, this is the posture that the disciples of this sect should have, the demeanor of a king, who else can I be!

Murong Feifei and many Chaos Sect elders are all excited and enthusiastic at the moment, what an unruly little rabbit cub, really give the sect a long face!

Yang Zhi's performance looks arrogant and uninhibited to outsiders, but to the sect, it is ironclad!

Interestingly, Hua Manyuan, who was closest to Yang Zhi and bore the brunt of the situation, trembled under this general trend, and did not dare to come out.

It has nothing to do with strength, this is a weird artistic conception, such as borrowing the power of heaven and earth, the common people are irreversible!

"Ahem, okay senior, you go down, since the draw is established, then according to the treaty, you still can't enter my faction to search the mountain, because you didn't win!" At this time, Yang Zhi spoke again, which once again stunned everyone.

In this way, whether the Chaos Sect disciples win or draw, it represents victory.

"You ......"

"Boy, you have to make inches!"

Hua Manyuan is in a hurry, how could he meet such a stinky boy with sharp teeth!

Yang Zhi smiled slightly: "Go down, don't be ashamed, it's clearly written in black and white, what do you have to inch into, do you want face?"

"You!" Hua Manyuan's old face was flushed, and he had a myocardial infarction for a while, and he was so angry that he couldn't love it.

Watching the battle, the bigwigs of other forces were also red-faced, and they were also so angry that they didn't want to.