Ye Xiaochuan spoke very slowly. Under the stimulation of Zhen Yuan, every word floated clearly in everyone's ears, causing a burst of whispers.
His words were very reserved, but everyone could hear the hostility in them.
Yes, just the appearance of these evil spirits is enough to completely eradicate a sect in one night.
The good and evil bosses all had gloomy faces and no one said anything.
Seeing that the good and evil bosses didn't want to fight anymore, Ye Xiaochuan waved his sleeves and said: "Retreat south."
"etc."
Li Xuanyin's voice sounded.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "What, Sect Master Li, do you have anything else to say?
Or do you want to keep fighting?"
Li Xuanyin said: "You are right, in this case, it is really not suitable to cause internal strife in the world.
I can let you go today, but you must hand over my Xuantian Sect’s Xuanyuan Divine Sword.”
Ye Xiaochuan smiled coldly and said: "I gave you the opportunity to retrieve the Xuanyuan Sword today, but you didn't know how to cherish it.
Now if you still want to return to Xuanyuan, just speak based on your ability."
Li Xuanyin's face was ashen and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.
He really regretted now why he didn't accept Ye Xiaochuan's proposal to exchange Xuanyuan Divine Sword and Shangguan Yu for Zuo Qiu in the afternoon.
Now it is all in vain. The Xuantian Sect has lost all face, gained nothing, and lost thousands of people.
The meaning of Ye Xiaochuan's words was very clear, he would not hand over Xuanyuan again.
If Li Xuanyin wanted to get Xuanyuan, he could only do so in one way.
beat.
But Li Xuanyin was neither Qiankunzi nor Yujizi, so he did not have the courage and courage to continue fighting.
Ye Xiaochuan ignored Li Xuanyin and turned around to fly south.
Wang Keke started to show off again.
He said: "You shameless sect leaders, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Black Iron Order, and the heavenly books and magic you want are all in the possession of my sect leader.
Anyone who wants it can come and snatch it, but we can't guarantee life or death.
My sect leader is handsome and kind-hearted, but he is embarrassed to say some things, so let me, the deputy sect leader and chief law enforcement elder, do the talking.
You guys all listen up, whoever dares to go against my sect leader again, I, Wang Keke, will lead these red-clothed evil spirits behind him. Even if he doesn’t eat breakfast or supper, he will rush to his sect as soon as possible.
, destroy him all over the house! If you don’t believe it, just give it a try.
Men, let’s go!”
Hundreds of thousands of good and evil disciples just watched helplessly as Ye Xiaochuan led a hundred thousand overseas monks and goddesses to evacuate south.
They didn't dare to pursue him because there were more than a thousand red-clothed evil spirits behind the palace.
The Shenshan Public Trial not only failed to make Xuantian Sect a good turnaround, but instead became the laughing stock of the world again.
After this battle, although Xuantian Sect's strength has not been greatly damaged, it has become the weakest and least famous among the four major factions of the Righteous Way in Middle-earth.
If they hadn't hugged the long legs of Tiannu Sixth Division, I'm afraid that the small and medium-sized righteous factions controlled by Xuantian Sect would have left one after another and turned to Yu Jizi or Guan Shaoqin.
Yuan Xiaolou was extremely happy when he saw Ye Xiaochuan flying south with about 100,000 people.
He grabbed the sleeve of the old storyteller and said happily: "Grandpa, did you see that my husband left safely! The clothes he was wearing were made by me. He must have been to that yard recently!"
The old storyteller's expression was very strange now, as if he didn't hear what Yuan Xiaolou said.
He kept muttering: "It doesn't make sense, it's impossible..." Yuan Xiaolou said: "How is it impossible? Those are obviously the clothes I sewed for him! He must have gone back!"
The old storyteller came back to his senses and said: "I'm not saying this is impossible. Judging from the divination you gave him, this boy must have suffered a bloody disaster recently.
It makes no sense for him to retreat from the sacred mountain now..." Yuan Xiaolou was furious and shouted: "Grandpa, you've had enough! Are you expecting your husband to break his arms and legs on the sacred mountain today!"
The old storyteller said: "How can this happen?
Grandpa, my heart is like that of a Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings. Why would I expect that kid to suffer a bloody disaster?
There is only one reasonable explanation now, and that is that you have not mastered the Tiangang Divine Arithmetic! Girl, my grandpa usually tells you to learn more about the Tiangang Divine Arithmetic, but you just don’t listen. Let’s see, you are not good enough at even the simplest divination.
No! You think about your husband and love every day, how can you inherit grandpa's huge family business?"
As Ye Xiaochuan left, disciples from various sects in the sky also landed on the Shenshan Square one after another to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.
On the square, Yuan Xiaolou was arguing with his grandfather, sarcastically saying that his grandfather only had dozens of taels of silver, so how could he inherit such a huge family fortune?
The old storyteller naturally argued with reason, saying that his family fortune cannot be measured by money, but that his real wealth is his knowledge.
This even attracted a burst of criticism from Yuan Xiaolou.
Originally, Yuan Xiaolou was a very kind girl who would not speak loudly to others.
The reason why she was angry with grandpa today was because just now grandpa said that Ye Xiaochuan must be in a bloody disaster in the near future, which made her very unhappy.
The grandfather and grandson were arguing when a beautiful fairy suddenly appeared next to them.
It turned out to be Shangguan Jade.
Shangguan Yu led a group of Xuantian Sect disciples and was treating the wounded in the square. It seemed that he was intentionally or unintentionally coming to the side of his grandfather and grandson.
She secretly stared at Yuan Xiaolou for a while.
I wanted to stop the two of them, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back and watched silently as the quarreling grandfather and grandson left.
She secretly said in her heart: "She is Yuan Xiaolou, but nothing more than that."
Yuan Xiaolou changed his appearance, otherwise he would have been recognized long ago.
Yuan Xiaolou's appearance at this moment is the same as when he and Ye Xiaochuan lived together. He is neither beautiful nor ugly, he looks very ordinary.
Therefore, after Shangguan Yu saw Yuan Xiaolou, he gave it a not-so-high evaluation.
Of course, even if Yuan Xiaolou shows her true colors, Shangguan Yu's evaluation of her will not be too high.
Because Yuan Xiaolou's original appearance is not very outstanding in the world of cultivation, Shangguan Yu's appearance can easily kill her instantly.
But Shangguan Yu himself couldn't figure out why he would get close to observe Ye Xiaochuan's wife under strange circumstances.
Yuan Xiaolou didn't realize that he was recognized by Shangguan Yu.
After arguing with grandpa, he said, "Grandpa, where are we going now?"
Then he looked at the old storyteller expectantly.
The old storyteller said angrily: "It will be the death anniversary of your Grand Master Zhengyi in a while. I originally wanted to go to Yangzhou to visit your Grand Master's grave. But now it seems that you are only thinking about that heartless man. So, let's go south."
, let’s see if I can let you guys meet.”
Yuan Xiaolou was so happy that he held the old storyteller's arm and shouted: "Grandpa is the best! Let's go down the mountain quickly to find a rice bucket, and then find a husband together!"