As Ye Kong said this, the disciples in the entire courtyard were all slightly shocked, and the eyes of the remaining disciples on the second floor of the martial artist were shining with scorching brilliance.

"Well said!" Jiang Bieli exclaimed loudly, Ye Kong's words made him very relieved.

Among the many disciples who followed Sun Xiguang, a very small number of them showed thoughtful expressions, and most of the disciples had angry looks on their faces.

Ye Kong's words undoubtedly scolded all the disciples who followed Sun Xiguang, and they were all annoyed and angry.

Sun Xiguang's face was extremely gloomy, he thought of the scene where he was talking to Ji Wuya and Lin Fengxiao, and he always felt that Ye Kong was even scolding him.

Zhao Qingming walked quickly to Ye Kong, swept towards Ye Kong with slanted eyes, and shouted angrily: "Ye Kong, you dare to insult us, now, immediately, immediately apologize to us! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you!"

"Get out!" Ye Kong opened his mouth and spit out a cold word, two sharp lights bloomed in his eyes, and there was a sword light floating in the depths of his eyes.

When Ye Kong said those words, he was ready for a big battle, and in the face of Zhao Qingming's reprimand, Ye Kong was not polite at all.

"Dare to contradict me like this, look for death!" Zhao Qingming shouted angrily, and suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, injecting the power of the sword martial soul into it, and the sword attacked and killed Ye Kong like a shock, which was the top sword technique in the top swordsmanship.

What Zhao Qingming exhibited was the same as what he exhibited on the high platform of Qingtian Peak, which was the realm of Dacheng.

Ye Kong brushed out the sword out of the sheath, and the blood killing sword brought out a blood-colored sword curtain that was as misty as smoke, pierced through Zhao Qingming's long sword, and lightly rested on Zhao Qingming's neck, and the sharp blade cut Zhao Qingming's neck into a shallow blood mark.

Zhao Qingming's movements stopped abruptly, he didn't dare to move, and a layer of cold sweat broke out behind him for no reason.

Only now did he remember that Ye Kong had already cultivated a set of ethereal sword techniques to the consummation realm, and he himself was far from being Ye Kong's opponent.

The corners of Ye Kong's mouth outlined a touch of arrogance, and he said indifferently: "Are you going to be polite to me?"

Zhao Qingming's face was bruised, thinking that Ye Kong would not dare to kill him, and gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Ye Kong, do you dare to hurt me? Quickly release me, and then kowtow to me to make amends, otherwise, you will die today!"

"Kowtow your sister's head!" Ye Kong sneered, stretched out his hand and twitched it towards Zhao Qingming's face.

"Smack!"

A crisp and loud slap came out, Zhao Qingming's body flew out involuntarily, his face was swollen, and several bloody molars flew out, slamming his head on the ground, hitting his head and bleeding.

Ye Kong took a few steps forward, stepped on Zhao Qingming's face, and said condescendingly: "Even a scumbag like you, dare to say that you want to teach me a lesson?"

Zhao Qingming's cheeks were stained with mud and blood, he looked very wolf, he struggled a few times and couldn't get out of Ye Kong's feet, his eyes looked at Ye Kong with resentment, and he yelled at the other disciples: "Everyone go up together, this garbage dares to touch me, and I will abolish him together today!"

Only then did everyone react, they shouted angrily, and the sound of drawing swords sounded one after another, and five or six long swords beckoned towards Ye Kong together.

Ye Kong snorted coldly, kicked Zhao Qingming into the air, and crashed into the direction where the five or six long swords were coming.

The few disciples who made the move immediately hurriedly withdrew their long swords, and two or three of them were smashed by Zhao Qingming's body and fell to the ground, screaming one by one.

Ye Kong strode forward, the blood killing sword in his hand was like a dragon dancing in the sky, like a dream, ethereal like smoke, and it was pointed on the wrists of those disciples one after another, bringing up a blood flower, making the long sword in their hands fall to the ground involuntarily.

Then, Ye Kong kicked them all out one by one, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Ye Kong's cultivation has reached the peak of the first level of martial arts, and the nine transformations of cultivation are also top-level internal skills, and the quality and quantity of true qi can catch up with the people of the second layer of martial arts.

Most of these guys have just stepped into the realm of martial arts, and they are far inferior to Ye Kong in terms of swordsmanship, so they are naturally not Ye Kong's opponents.

The other disciples also wanted to rush up, but seeing Ye Kong so strong, they all couldn't help but pause, and they were so frightened that they retreated again and again, where else did anyone dare to rush up?

Jiang Bieli's palm was already pressed on the hilt of the sword, ready to fight side by side with Ye Kong, seeing this situation, he was a lot relieved, and his face was full of excitement.

Wu Yirou recovered from the shock, felt a little more serious, and scolded Ye Kong coldly: "Ye Kong, you dare to hurt people, what a big boldness!"

Ye Kong's eyes swept her coldly, and said coldly: "You have long eyes to pee? Didn't you see that it was their hand that moved first? I am just defending!"

For Wu Yirou's coquettish appearance, Ye Kongda's eyes were disdainful, and what he said was unceremoniously.

"You!no ~ shame!" Wu Yi's soft face was pale, and she was panting violently, and her towering chest rose and fell with the wheezing.

She was very confident in her appearance and figure, so she planned to use this as a bargaining chip to face Sun Xiguang, but at this time, Ye Kong scolded her with such vulgar words, which made her very angry.

Ye Kong glanced at her in disgust, waved his hand and said, "Just like you, don't show off here, get away from me!"

Wu Yi gritted her teeth softly, she didn't dare to provoke Ye Kong, she shook Sun Xiguang's arms with both hands, a pair of towering breasts rubbed on Sun Xiguang's arms intentionally or unintentionally, and said coquettishly: "Senior Brother Sun, Ye Kong bullied me, you have to be the master for me!"

Sun Xiguang's heart was rippled by Wu Yirou's rubbing, he protected Wu Yirou behind him, strode towards Ye Kong, snorted coldly, and said: "Ye Kong, you are really arrogant! If you don't teach you a lesson today, you are really against the sky?"

Sun Xiguang is a second-layer martial artist guy, Jiang Beili is a little worried about Ye Kong, took two steps forward, stood beside Ye Kong, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Kong, they take turns to fight too shameless~ I'll help you!"

Sun Xiguang glanced at Jiang Bieli coldly, and scolded: "Shut up for me! If you dare to say more, I will teach you a lesson!"

Jiang Bieli was angry, and he was going to fight hard with Sun Xiguang.

Ye Kong pressed his shoulder, smiled confidently, and said, "I can handle it myself, don't worry!"

Seeing Ye Kong's smile, Jiang Bieli's mind settled down for no reason, nodded heavily, and took a few steps back, but his palm never left the hilt of the sword.