Obviously, there is a personal grudge between the two.
Moreover, neither of them made a fatal move, so they were obviously not mortal enemies.
As long as Ling Zhiyu's life is not in danger, Gu Zhiqi has no intention of taking action.
Listening to Gu Zhiqi's answer, Tang Yichen stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "Ah? Are you just waiting to do nothing?"
Gu Zhiqi glanced sideways at Tang Yichen, raised his eyebrows and said, "No one from the same sect is involved, so what are you worried about?"
Tang Yichen: "..."
But didn't they fight because of us?
In the end, Tang Yichen didn't take any action and just stood aside and watched like Gu Zhiqi.
Ling Zhiyu and Yang Siran fought for a while, and the superiority was determined.
Yang Siran is no match for Ling Zhiyu.
Realizing this, Yang Siran gritted his teeth, "Why are you standing here? Why don't you come over to help?"
As soon as Yang Siran said these words, the other disciples were silent, and then looked at the sky and the earth, but not at her.
Yang Siran's followers also started to act stupid and had no intention of stepping forward to help.
Yang Siran is not afraid of Ling Zhiyu, but they are different.
They are not like Yang Siran, who has an uncle who is the head of the sect. Yang Siran can be unharmed even if he offends Ling Zhiyu, but they will not.
When Yang Siran saw that no one in the group had any intention of helping her, she gritted her teeth bitterly, "It's useless."
After saying that, he took hold of the whip and whipped it towards Ling Zhiyu again.
Ling Zhiyu reached out and grabbed it again, and this time, he snatched Yang Siran's whip away.
Seeing this, Yang Siran immediately ran over to grab it, "Give me back the whip...ah!" Before he could finish speaking, Yang Siran was whipped, "Ling Zhiyu, do you dare to hit me? Do you dare to really hit me?!"
Ling Zhiyu held the whip and looked at Yang Siran coldly, "Didn't you ask me to give you back the whip?"
"Ah! Ahhh!" Yang Siran screamed repeatedly, not knowing whether he was angry or hurt by the whip.
Both Tang Yichen and Gu Zhiqi were a little disgusted by the sharp and harsh screams, so they silently took a few steps back.
Seeing this, Ling Zhiyu whipped Yang Siran again.
Seeing this, Yang Siran immediately jumped back and barely managed to avoid Ling Zhiyu's whip, "Ling Zhiyu, you vicious woman!"
After hearing this, Ling Zhiyu destroyed Yang Siran's whip in front of her.
Seeing this, Yang Siran screamed again, "Ah! Ah! If you dare to destroy my whip, I will kill you!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Ling Zhiyu, but he suddenly stopped in the middle of the rush.
When he met Ling Zhiyu's cold eyes, Yang Siran's rationality suddenly returned a little.
She suddenly remembered that she could not defeat Ling Zhiyu.
Forget it, I'll kill him later.
Ling Zhiyu threw the whip into several pieces at Yang Siran's feet, and Yang Siran shrank back subconsciously.
Ling Zhiyu: "If you trouble me again, you will be the one who changes a few times next time."
When Yang Siran heard this, he looked at the pieces of whip on the ground and started crying.
I don't know whether she cried out of fear or because she felt sorry for her whip.
Tang Yichen was amazed when he saw it.
Ling Zhiyu then walked up to Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."
Seeing this, Tang Yichen waved his hand, saying it didn't matter.
"Ling Zhiyu, what's your relationship with him?" Yang Siran suddenly stopped crying and looked at Ling Zhiyu and then Tang Yichen with tears in his eyes.
Ling Zhiyu: "It has nothing to do with you."
After saying that, Ling Zhiyu said to Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "Let's go."
