Jiang Yang's silver teeth clenched, and his brows furrowed.

Indeed, as Wen Qingye said, if he is defeated at this moment, then what will greet him? Will they show mercy?

Qin Yi glared at Wen Qingye angrily and scolded: "You are so bold, do you know that Bai Chengzi is one of the top ten core disciples, and he is my hope for the Fire Sword Sect, and you, as the Holy Son of my Fire Sword Sect, actually want to cut off my hope of leaving the Fire Sword Sect?"

"If you know that I am the Son, you still want to kill me? This is disobedience and rebellion."

Wen Qingye laughed, pointed to his feet and said, "And this is the Wind Thunder Platform, don't forget, what if I kill him?"

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard Wen Qingye's words, yes, this is on the Wind Thunder Platform, even if he kills Bai Chengzi, what then?

Above the mountain peaks in the distance.

An elder from the Fire Sword Sect pointed at Wen Qingye and said, "Master, you see that Wu Qiren actually abolished Bai Chengzi, I think this matter has become a bit of a mess, let's go down and mediate."

"Stop now?"

Gongsun Ting shook his head, looked at Wen Qingye with his eyes, and said: "Things have been allowed to develop, why don't we let him develop slowly, my heart is also a little curious at the moment, a holy son that Uncle Mo admires so much, what kind of ability does he have?"

If Gongsun Ting was disdainful of Wen Qingye's holy son in the past, then at this moment, he is a little curious about this Wen Qingye's holy son.

There are very few young people who can defeat Bai Chengzi.

The rest of the eight disciples, one by one, were angry and frightened, especially Han Mei, who had just spoken wildly, but at the bottom of her heart was cold, if she got on this wind and thunder platform, it is estimated that Wu Qiren's kid would not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, maybe he would directly abolish himself.

If her cultivation was abolished, Han Mei would hardly dare to think about how she would live her life in the future.

All the disciples of the Fire Sword Sect between heaven and earth were stunned, and their eyes were all focused on Wen Qingye's body, and their eyes were full of incredulity.

Wen Qingye felt that Qinghong's essence blood had entered the dantian, and suddenly a cold cold hit his body.

Qinghong's essence and blood nature is yin, and he rushed to the dantian, even if Wen Qingye practiced the Dragon Roll Hundred Flowers Xuangong, he still felt a chill in his body.

Shiwang essence blood, mandala essence blood, Qinghong essence blood This is already the third drop of essence blood that Wen Qingye obtained.

Seeing Bai Chengzi being carried down by the disciples of the Fire Sword Sect, everyone felt a chill, and the rest of the eight disciples of the Fire Sword Sect glanced at each other, and Zou Jie, who ranked fifth, stood up slowly and walked towards the top of the Wind Thunder Platform.

Zou Jie's pace was unhurried, and the disciples of the Fire Sword Sect saw Zou Jie walking onto the Wind Thunder Platform with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"It's Senior Brother Zou!"

"Senior Brother Zou rarely makes a move, and last time Dabi also made a few symbolic moves, but I didn't expect to make a move today in order to deal with the Holy Son."

"I don't know if Wu Qiren is Senior Brother Zou's opponent."

.........

Hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Fire Sword Sect blocked the entire Wind and Thunder Gorge of the Fire Sword Sect, and the sound of discussion was like breaking through the sky.

"I didn't expect to use me to make a move, your strength is good"

Zou Jie walked up to the wind thunder platform, looked at Wen Qingye and smiled: "I hope don't let me down, I haven't made a move for many years"

His words, although plain, were tinged with a hint of coldness.

Jiupin Golden Immortal!

Wen Qingye saw through Zou Jie's cultivation in front of him at a glance, his cultivation was much deeper than Bai Chengzi, and his cultivation was close to the realm of 'soul', and his strength was very good, but Wen Qingye didn't even show seventy percent of his real strength against Bai Chengzi, and he was not afraid of Zou Jie, who was one point stronger than Bai Chengzi.

Wen Qingye glanced at Zou Jie and said indifferently: "I'm not interested in competing with you, let's do it another day."

After speaking, Wen Qingye walked towards the wind and thunder platform, he had already taken Baichengzi to establish his authority, and Wen Qingye knew this truth too much.

The disciples of the Fire Sword Sect were in an uproar when they saw Wen Qingye walking towards the stage.

"What, you're scared?"

Zou Jie saw that Wen Qingye actually retreated to the rear, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and a blue sword in his hand was directed at Wen Qingye.

Qin Yi and Jiang Yang's eyes were also staring at Wen Qingye, with a heavy sense of oppression.

"What, are you going to force me today?"

Wen Qingye smiled, looked at Qin Yi and Jiang Yang, and said, "If I don't want to compete, what can you do?"

Jiang Yang smiled, looked at Wen Qingye and said, "If you don't compete, we really can't do anything about you, but since you want to become a Holy Son, you must have strength, otherwise how can you convince the public, do you say that what I said is right?

Wen Qingye's eyes narrowed, and a cold light refracted from the narrow slit, and said, "You really want to see my strength?"

"That's right!"

Jiang Yang nodded heavily, looked at Wen Qingye and said, "We want to see why you became the Holy Son of my Fire Sword Sect, otherwise, your Holy Son and our disciples will not agree."

"Yes, if you don't have enough strength, why should we let us recognize you as the Son?"

"If you want to be a holy son, don't talk nonsense, show your strength"

.........

The rest of the eight disciples of the Fire Sword Sect stood up one by one and shouted loudly, responding to Jiang Yang's call one after another.

Wen Qingye glanced at the disciples of the Lihuo Sword Sect who were shouting around, then turned around, looked at Jiang Yang, who looked slightly meaningful, and nodded lightly, "Okay, today I will do what you wish."

"Okay, happy!"

Jiang Yang heard Wen Qingye's words, slapped his palms lightly, and said secretly in his heart: As long as Wu Qiren is willing to compete, then everything is easy to say, the most important thing today is to defeat this so-called 'Holy Son', even if there must be a Holy Son from the Fire Sword Sect, then the only Holy Son must also be Senior Brother Beitang.

Wen Qingye looked at Zou Jie on the Wind Thunder Platform, shook his head and said, "You can go together, you don't have to challenge one by one, my time is limited, I don't have the time to waste time with you here."

"Together?"

Zou Jie sneered: "You think too highly of yourself, right? I can defeat you alone, a few nonsense, let's compete."

Knock! Knock!

At the same time, the deafening drum sounded between heaven and earth, and the sound of waves spread out, making people can't help but feel a little bloody.

Rub!

Zou Jie crossed his hands, and two cold rays suddenly appeared, and two long swords suddenly appeared in both hands, and dozens of sword rays spit out from the blade of the long sword and slashed towards Wen Qingye.

The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and it barely waited for a person to blink an eye.

(End of chapter)