Yu Tianhao felt uncomfortable when he saw his sister begging Jiang Zhanyue in such a low voice. The Yu family lost their sister for so many years, and they only found it back a month ago, and their sister must have suffered a lot outside, so they can kneel for people like Jiang Zhanyue, obviously they can rob it.

His sister is the pearl of the Yu family, the personal disciple of the head of Kunlun, and the genius girl who built the foundation in ten days. What is Jiang Zhanyue, a disciple of Beichen Jianzun who has never personally admitted it, a sick man who has been cultivating for ten years but can't even beat the qi training. Jiang Zhanyue's lowly status is also worthy of letting his sister kneel?

"Huihui, get up—" Yu Tianhao stretched out his hand to help Yu Xuehui up from the ground.

Yu Xuehui shook her head firmly and said, "Brother, if my kneeling can save my life in exchange for Senior Sister Jiang, it will be worth it." ”

"Okay, brother knows." Yu Tianhao couldn't bear to say a heavy word to Yu Xuehui, so he could only sigh, simply lifted his clothes, and knelt down next to Yu Xuehui.

"Senior Sister Jiang, I also beg you, save my sister."

Yu Xuehui and Yu Tianhao were like this, and Yu Xuehui's two senior brothers immediately followed suit, and knelt in front of Jiang Xuanyue one after another, and four of them knelt at once.

This scene caused the monks in the other secret realms passing by to stop and take a few looks.

In particular, the protagonists of this play are wearing the uniforms of the Kunlun Shangzong, and the liveliness of the sect is indeed very good-looking.

Jiang Xuanyue was still lying on the ground and didn't get up at this time, this group of people kneeled very actively, but it seemed that no one planned to help her up from the ground first, let alone care about her injury.

Even though they were all kneeling, the disdain and contempt in their eyes were more obvious than the condescending gaze when they stood.

Including this Senior Sister Yu.

Yu Xuehui is not a soft persimmon little white flower, Jiang Zhanyue has not had much contact with Yu Xuehui, but just listening to the deeds about Yu Xuehui described by the fourth junior brother and the junior junior brother, she can also guess that this junior sister is clever. Without some means, it is really impossible to win so many hearts in ten days.

"Senior sister, I also beg for ......" Seeing this, Mu Yiyan also hurriedly knelt down.

"Do you know that the sword at your waist is the sword I have raised with my essence blood for ten years, and it is my half life." Jiang Zhanyue suddenly said to Yu Xuehui, and Mu Yiyan, who was about to kneel, paused.

Senior Sister really cares about that sword, let Senior Sister Yu return it to Senior Sister quickly. Mu Yiyan was thinking about it when he heard Yu Xuehui's answer.

"Senior Sister Jiang, when Senior Brother Weisheng gave me the sword, it was an ownerless sword, it took the initiative to think that I was the master, and now it is my natal spirit sword. Is the senior sister mistaken, this is definitely not the senior sister's. Yu Xuehui said firmly.

Mu Yiyan, who was about to open his mouth to persuade Yu Xuehui to return the sword, was stunned, how do you see that the sword is indeed the senior sister's Fushu sword. Even if Senior Sister Yu didn't know about it in advance, how could she dare to say so surely.

Jiang Zhanyue was not surprised to hear such an answer. The Fushu sword is a good sword, but since this sword fell into Yu Xuehui's hands, she no longer wanted it, not to mention that this sword has become Yu Xuehui's natal sword.

"Fushu, do you think so too? You were originally a sword of the owner? Jiang Zhanyue's voice was mixed with a smile.

Although it couldn't speak, just hearing Jiang Zhanyue's laughter, its sword body trembled. As the newly recognized master of the Fu Shu Sword, even Yu Xuehui was flustered by the fear of this sword.

Yu Xuehui hurriedly wanted to use her spiritual power to suppress the trembling of the Fushu Sword, but the spiritual power she built the foundation was far from enough to affect the Fushu Sword. She secretly used the magic weapon given by her master to forcibly suppress it.

She knew very well that she couldn't end Jiang Zhanyue's influence on Fu Shu Jian in this situation, so Jiang Zhanyue's words would become a little more credible in the eyes of others.

"Senior sister, if you want a sword, I will find a better one for you. If all you want is the original one, I'll do my best to find it for you. If my sister saves my life, she will be my life-saving benefactor, and I will repay it. Yu Xuehui was about to kowtow.

At this time, the surrounding onlookers had gathered quite a lot, among which the same sect belonging to the Kunlun Shangzong was the most, Jiang Zhanyue and Yu Xuehui were both celebrities in the sect, and they had to comment on this kind of celebrity who was both close and far away from him.

"Senior Sister Yu, they have already begged Senior Sister Jiang like this, what else does Senior Sister Jiang want."

"Senior Sister Yu dares to kneel, Senior Sister Jiang really dares to bear it, I have long heard that Senior Sister Jiang is selfish and indifferent, and it is really worthy of her reputation."

"Senior Sister Jiang, hurry up and agree, if you don't agree to this, you will be embarrassed."

The onlookers looked like they were so anxious that they wanted to come up and press Jiang Zhanyue's head to agree.

This is an obvious moral kidnapping, using public opinion to force her to agree.

Unlike the last round of the boss who asked her in private, Yu Xuehui deliberately opened the head this time and came to find Jiang Zhanyue alone, the head would not play such a trick, but Yu Xuehui would.

Jiang Zhanyue looked at the scene in front of her, her face was still expressionless, and the urging voices of others seemed to be completely unable to reach her ears.

In fact, at this moment, another voice was whispering in her ears.

"Xiao Jiang, it's been ten years, don't pretend you can't hear me, right?"

"These people are forcing you like this, your junior brother is standing by and looking, have you stood up to say a word for you?"

"There are so many people in your family, all of them are looking at Yu Xuehui, and one person questioned, Yu Xuehui took half of your heart, what will happen to you?"

"This damn Heavenly Dao suppresses you all the time, so that you can't show how much strength you have. But I can help you get rid of the oppression of the Heavenly Dao for a short time. ”

"I know you dislike me for being a vicious female supporting system, and I can't give you the pampered treatment of everyone like a heroine. But I can also give you strength. ”

The system is another day of wearing-out, and this time it seems to be a good opportunity to convince the host, but unfortunately Jiang Zhanyue still didn't pay attention to it.

At the same time, Jiang Zhanyue didn't pay attention to Yu Xuehui who made a kowtow gesture at all, she got up from the ground, and after barely standing firmly, she wanted to bypass this group of obstructive guys.

But before he could take a few steps, the crowd had already blocked the surrounding road.

The onlookers spontaneously stopped her for Yu Xuehui, and all looked at Jiang Zhanyue with unkind faces.

A little down the stairs, two young monks were flying towards them.

In front of him was a handsome sword cultivator with a cold face, and the Fa Cultivator who was walking with him was chattering endlessly while shouting tired.

"Senior brother, the heavenly hall of the Dragon King Palace can't be up, and there is no return when the gods go, you can think about it again, ouch, I'm so tired!"