Ye Xibai's speed was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the front of Wu Yuanwei, and raised his hand to prepare to slap at the other party.

Ye Xibai's movements were smooth, almost in one go, but no one was optimistic about him, and everyone present, whether it was Wu Yuanwei or Qing Liu, had a similar thought in their minds, "(This goods) Lord Holy Son is crazy." I even dare to do ??? with (me) Wu Yuanwei"

Wu Yuanwei looked at Ye Xibai who was rushing towards him, without the slightest panic and uneasiness, but showed a cold smile, "Since you want to be abused so much, then I will help you." ”

Although he came to give gifts and compensation, if Ye Xibai didn't know what to do and wanted to make a move on himself, then he still had a reason to make a move.

Wu Yuanwei said, and raised his hand to meet Ye Xibai's palm.

"Bang ......"

A dull sound rang out between the palms and quickly spread.

Immediately, a shocking picture appeared in everyone's sight, only to see Ye Xi standing on the ground without moving, letting the breeze blow, blowing up his clothes, and being stable.

On the other hand, Wu Yuanwei, the situation is different, at the moment when the two applause rang out, a crisp sound of broken bones also came out, but this sound was very small, only the two people who clapped their hands could hear it, and the others couldn't hear it, but it didn't affect everyone's perception of the palm just now.

They couldn't hear the sound of broken joints, but Wu Yuanwei's body flew backwards, and finally rolled around on the ground, coughing up blood, and everyone could still see it clearly.

Qingliu's mood at the moment is extremely complicated, if you really want to describe it in one word, it is shock, incomparably shocked.

Isn't the Holy Son of his own family an immortal cultivator who is a threefold Qi Refining Realm? Why can he hit a sevenfold Qi Refining Realm immortal cultivator with a single palm? Could it be that he ...... What has the two agreed to do here?

Looking at Wu Yuanwei, who wiped the corners of his mouth and got up from the ground slowly, a sentence unconsciously appeared in Qingliu's mind, "This is the price of Wu Yuanwei being released???"

There is no doubt that in Qingliu's eyes, or cognition, it is impossible for the scene in front of him to happen, so it can only be acted...... It's just that this acting is too realistic.

Staring at Wu Yuanwei, who was slowly getting up, Ye Xibai withdrew his palm and said, "This first palm is the price you paid for beating my Fuyun Xiaozhuren." ”

"How can you have such a strong ......"

Wu Yuanwei's body was in pain, and he was indignant in his heart, and stretched out his bloody palm and pointed at Ye Xibai.

Wu Yuanwei, who had just said a word, suddenly stopped his voice, stared at the front, his pupils contracted sharply, and his Adam's apple was even more subconsciously shocked, frightened, "No, no, don't...... If you have something to say, it's good to say. ”

As Wu Yuanwei spoke, he raised his spiritual power and raised his left hand to block his chest, trying to resist Ye Xibai's attack that had already rushed to the front.

In the face of disparity in power, all resistance is futile, which is similar to hitting a stone with an egg, except that one is active and the other is passive.

"Bump. Click......"

There was another dull sound, followed by the sound of broken joints, and then Wu Yuanwei was seen flying towards the rear again, and finally hit a giant tree in the sky before stopping.

"This palm is the palm you attacked my senior brother. ”

Ye Xibai said, and rushed towards Wu Yuanwei again.

Hearing Ye Xibai's words, Wu Yuanwei had a feeling of distress, what is this, I didn't hurt it, and it is impossible to hurt your senior brother, what does it mean that you slapped me???

But there was no time for Wu Yuanwei to react, Ye Xibai had already rushed over.

Enduring the severe pain coming from his whole body, Wu Yuanwei tried his best, and he could only rely on this giant tree to get up from the ground slowly, not to mention resisting, it was a little difficult to even stand firm.

Ye Xibai didn't care so much, and slapped it directly.

"Touching ......"

"Click......

Wu Yuanwei, who had just stood up, hit the tree again, and this time the force of the impact seemed to be greater, and the giant tree that was thick with two people hugging each other was directly broken, without the slightest shaking, and fell towards the ground. And Wu Yuanwei's body fell at the root of the tree, vomiting blood in his mouth.

"This third palm is to punish you for not knowing how to advance or retreat in the past, and you will commit the following crimes. ”

Before Ye Xibai's words fell, he moved again and kicked Wu Yuanwei who fell to the ground.

"This kick is to punish you for trespassing into the cloud stream without permission and with bad intentions. ”

Then another kick was ......

"This Kick ......"

"You keep calling me. I don't know how long it took to come, Ye Xibai glanced at Wu Yuanwei, who had no slightest defense, turned his head to the back and said coldly, "That's right...... Don't take too much of it, just take a breath. ”

Ye Xibai's actions just now, as well as the amazing momentum he showed, completely suppressed Qingliu and the others, is this still the Ye Xibai they are familiar with, the wasteful and cowardly Holy Son?

"Ah......h

Hearing Ye Xibai's cold order, the few people in Qingliu had not recovered from the shock, but only subconsciously let out an exclamation.

Ye Xibai glanced at Qingliu, "Do you want me to repeat it?"

The three of them woke up like a dream, and hurriedly nodded in response, "No, no, no need to ......"

As soon as the words fell, he looked at Qingliu who fell to the ground and groaned and regretted it, but it was Wu Yuanwei lying on the ground, the one who was called Xiao Jiugongzi and the most likely person to become the Holy Son. How dare they fight, if one day Xiao Jiu Gongzi really becomes the Holy Son, then don't they die without a place to be buried?

Just when Qingliu was entangled, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Xibai with an indifferent face, and a stirring spirit in his heart also realized a problem, that is, the little ninth prince who fell to the ground and groaned in pain, the person who may become the Holy Son, the reason why he is so painful now is that he was beaten by the Holy Son of his own family.

His little ninth son can't even beat the Holy Son of his own family, can he still become the Holy Son? Obviously, he can't. In that case, what are you afraid of?

understood the truth in his heart, divided the severity, Qingliu shouted, and rushed towards Wu Yuanwei, and directly raised his foot and kicked over.

Seeing this, the two people behind Qing Liu, they didn't stay anymore, and directly followed Qing Liu, punching and kicking Wu Yuanwei.

As for the four attendants who came with Wu Yuanwei, they also woke up from the shock, hesitated for a moment, and prepared to rush towards Qingliu and them to rescue Wu Yuanwei, but as soon as they made a move, they felt a cold and abnormal aura, and the four of them looked in the direction only to find that Ye Xibai was looking at himself with a pair of cold eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

The four of them, you look at me, I look at you, all asking each other's opinions, and in the end, no one dared to take a step forward.

Ye Xibai retracted his gaze, walked to a swing chair not far away and sat down, looking at the clouds and clouds in the sky boredly, feeling that most of the boredom accumulated in his heart because of long-term practice was reduced, and he even whispered in his mouth, "Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court: go and stay unintentionally, look at the clouds in the sky." ”

About half an hour passed, and Qing Liucai, who was sweating profusely, ran to Ye Xibai out of breath, and said with a respectful expression, "Lord Hui Shengzi, that little ...... No, then Wu Yuanwei has only one breath left, and if he continues to fight, I'm afraid he will make a name for himself. ”

In the past, Qingliu's respect for Ye Xibai was only superficial respect, and it was forced to be respectful, but after seeing his holy son's current ability, this kind of respect was a bit from the heart.

"Since that's the case......" Ye Xibai glanced at Wu Yuanwei, who was already unconscious in the distance, raised his eyebrows lazily, and said, "Then don't fight." ”

"Let's see if there is anything valuable on this little ninth son, and I will take it out, and it will be regarded as compensation for the destruction of trees and the door of the house. As if thinking of something again, Ye Xibai continued, "That's right." The two boxes of things brought by this little ninth prince should also be left. ”

His own holy son has the ability, and his confidence has increased a lot, so he responded loudly, "Yes." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qingliu ordered the two of them to search the half-dead Wu Yuanwei to see if there was anything valuable, and he walked towards the two boxes.

The four people who carried the box looked at the people who walked towards them, and the tiger Qingliu, like a frosted eggplant, wilted his head and silently retreated to the rear.

Kiyoru looked at the four people cowering in front of him with a proud face, and said, "Hurry up and open the box." ”

The four of them looked at each other again, hesitating, "This ......"

Qingliu frowned, his face sank, quite like Ye Xibai, "What is this, do you want me to say it again?"

The four of them were all Wu Yuanwei's attendants, and their masters were beaten like this, how dare they slack off, so they could only quickly shudder and open the two boxes.

There was some gold and silver in the box, which was worth a lot of money.

Although the Shaking Light Immortal Gate is an immortal sect, most of the items used are immortal objects, such as spirit stone magic weapons, but some necessary consumption of the outer door and the inner door requires secular money, whether it is labor, materials, or some other things.

Only inner disciples, and disciples of the rank and above, have the opportunity to receive spirit stones, which are good objects that are helpful for cultivation.

After all, cultivating immortals is only a talent that only a few people can have, so these gold and silver finesses are still very tempting for ordinary outer disciples, as well as some inner disciples who are not very talented in cultivation.

As for those inner disciples who are extremely gifted in cultivation, no matter where they walk in the secular world, as long as they stretch out their hands, countless people will send them money.

They will never lack worldly gold and silver, only gold and silver in the world of cultivating immortals.

Qingliu walked up to Ye Xibai's side, pointed to the two boxes that were carried by the four attendants, and said respectfully, "Lord Holy Son, there are some gold and silver in good condition in the boxes, but if you want to offset the damage to my floating cloud small building, there is still something missing." ”

Ye Xibai glanced at the gold and silver in the box, and then withdrew his gaze, if in the past, Ye Xibai saw so much gold and silver, his eyes would definitely shine, and he would be able to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life. But now, with the change of vision, these gold and silver are only gold and silver, no different from flowers and trees.

The two people who had looted Wu Yuanwei's belongings also came over at this time, handed over the looted things to Ye Xibai with both hands, and said, "Lord Holy Son, we found some pills on Wu Yuanwei, as well as a few books and scrolls, and a dagger. ”

Ye Xibai glanced at the objects in the hands of the two, nodded, turned to look at Qingliu, and said, "With these few things, it should be about the same." ”

Kiyoru replied, "It's still a little close." ”

"It's not close. Ye Xibai looked at it a few more times before waving his hand and said, "I'm not a stingy place, it's almost almost." ”

Qingliu hurriedly saluted, slapped his beard and said, "The Holy Son is generous and benevolent, and he is a model for my generation." ”

"Ahem...... Ye Xibai coughed secretly, and said in his heart, "This sycophant ......"

"Good. Sitting up from the swing, Ye Xibai nodded and said, "Put these pills and scrolls into my house, as for these gold and silver ......."

After thinking for a while, Ye Xibai said, "The three of you choose a few of your favorite items to keep for yourself, and put the rest into the warehouse." ”

Hearing the words, the Qingliu people were ecstatic, they had been living a life of fear for a few months with the Waste Holy Son, not to mention that these gold and silver of good quality were fine and soft, and even the copper coins and broken silver did not receive a few, and now they ...... There was a sense of flattery.

"Wait. ”

Just when Qingliu and the others were excited, Ye Xibai's cold voice came.

Could it be that the Holy Son regretted that he would not give them these good things?

There was some loss in my heart, but I didn't dare to show it on my face, "Holy Son, do you have any other orders?"

Ye Xibai looked at Qingliu's somewhat dejected expression, and roughly guessed what the other party was thinking, but he didn't explain, and said directly, "When you're free, cut off this swing and replace it with a chair." ”

"Ah......" Qingliu was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, and quickly nodded, "Obey the Holy Son." ”

Kiyoru found that his own holy son had changed, as if he had completely changed a person, and even his favorite pink Chiaki had to be cut off......

These strange things are nothing in Qingliu's eyes, at least, he likes and is willing to serve this strange holy son now.

After Wu Yuanwei made such a fuss, Ye Xibai felt a lot more relaxed, and walked around in the cloud stream.

After more than an hour, Ye Xibai returned to the house with a good mood, ready to continue his cultivation, he didn't dare to slack off, after all, the threat of the red stripes was there.

Just when Ye Xibai was just sitting cross-legged, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Ye Xibai frowned slightly, "Isn't it a small one who is old after the fight?"