Ji Yun knew that the person the emperor wanted to punish was Ji Yin, and if he spoke out again, he was afraid that he would hurt the emperor's Long Yan.

Ji Shaofeng has always been indifferent to everything, and at this moment, he was also a little anxious between his eyebrows.

Ji Shaowen couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and tugged on Ji Shaofeng's sleeve hard, "Big brother, do you really want to watch Xiao Qi being beaten?" ”

Ji Shaofeng didn't make a sound, secretly clenched the hand in his sleeve, and walked out.

Two benches had been prepared outside, and Ji Yin was pressed to the benches, and some disciples of the Tianyuan Sect gathered on the side, looking at this scene, looking at each other.

"Why do you want to beat the Seventh Prince?" Guangyuan asked eagerly.

"Yes, Gongzi Chu and Seventh Gongzi both said before the competition, why are the people of the Chu family making trouble in Tianyuan Sect now?" Guangfeng also said.

"It seems that even the National Teacher can't protect the Seventh Prince."

"This time, I really don't blame the Seventh Prince, who knew that the power of that talisman was so great!"

Ji Yin felt a force coming from behind her, she couldn't resist it at all, and her body threw herself forward uncontrollably, lying on the two benches.

Damn it! Shame!

Two guards, one holding a thick and long stick, raised it and hit Ji Yin!

Suddenly, a wave of soul power struck and hit the two guards. The two guards stepped back, their sticks falling to the ground.

I saw a figure, falling from the sky, the purple costume flew with the wind, and the costume faintly glowed with a streamer, exuding a nobility and sacredness that could not be desecrated.

He seemed to have come dressed in luxury, not this mortal layman.

Ji Yin raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

"Great, Xuanyuan Ji is here!" Moding's voice carried a hint of joy.

A soul force held up Ji Yin's body.

"Come here." Xuanyuan Ji stretched out his hand towards Ji Yin.

Ji Yin walked over, and the ghost almost held Xuanyuan Ji's hand, and suddenly, Xuanyuan Ji turned his wrist and held Ji Yin's little hand in the palm of his hand.

A strange feeling hit Ji Yin's heart.

It disturbed the waves in her heart that had never been up.

Bei Mingyu looked at Xuanyuan Ji with a slightly dull gaze. It is an indescribable momentum of the strong, majestic like a storm, like a roar of mountains and rivers, powerless to stop.

"Bold! How dare you stop the execution! Chu Shenghong's heart was aggrieved, the people of the Ji family finally became honest, and they ran out again!

"Don't be unreasonable!" Bei Mingyu shouted.

Chu Shenghong's shoulders shook in fright, and then he looked at Xuanyuan Ji seriously, and his heart tightened again.

"Prince Xuanyuan." Bei Mingyu stepped forward, his tone a little polite and respectful.

Xuanyuan Ji may be the next lord of Kunlun, and he does not dare to slack off.

Ji Yun and Ji Shaofeng and Ji Shaowen were all shocked, Xuanyuan Ji would come out to relieve Xiao Qi?

That Xiao Qi must not be beaten this time.

The father and son breathed a sigh of relief with a tacit understanding.

"Ji Yin missed his hand and injured his fellow doorman, and he is being punished." Bei Mingyu said to Xuanyuanji, and the implication was not to let Xuanyuanji interfere in this matter.

"Fellow doors? Yin'er is my Kunlun disciple, and if you do something wrong, you should also be punished by me, and it has nothing to do with others. The faint voice, soft and slow, but extremely penetrating, can be heard clearly by everyone present.

Ji Yin turned out to be a Kunlun disciple?! Even Ji Yun was stunned.

Ji Yin's focus was not on the Kunlun disciples, but on what Xuanyuan Ji called her.

Sound?!

Damn it! The hairs all stood up and saluted, and goosebumps fell to the ground!