In the open space in front of Enlightenment Ocean, tens of thousands of disciples of all races all looked at the ancient Linglu chariot.
The young man was as lazy as a cat, and his robe as red as blood amazed countless people.
Ye Qingcheng suddenly raised his head and looked over, his pupils narrowed slightly and his heart suffocated.
No matter how long it has been, every time they meet, it can make her soul tremble.
Disciples from all ethnic groups whispered to each other and whispered: "Who is that man?
What a grandeur!”
"You don't know this, right? That's the new Demon Lord Ye Wuhen who has recently become famous in the Three Thousand Worlds."
"Is he the most beautiful man in three thousand generations?"
"Not only is he the Demon Lord of the Demon Abyss, he is also the grandson of the great elder of the Nianxia clan!"
"..." When the Linglu Ancient Car stopped, a huge flying mythical beast landed not far ahead. It was the team of the Nianxia Clan, and there were also old acquaintances of Ye Qingge among them.
Qingge stepped off the ancient Linglu chariot, his steps were like floating clouds, and he never left a single footprint on this land.
Long Shitian watched her getting closer and closer, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Sure enough, no matter where she went, she was the one who attracted the most attention among the crowd.
"Hello, Mr. Ye."
The senior man from the Shenyin tribe who had fought against Long Shitian before held his sword and clasped his fists in admiration.
The few deeds Ye Wuhen left in three thousand lives are talked about by the world. Some male disciples follow and worship him even more enthusiastically. This male disciple is one of them.
Qingge raised her chin slightly, looked at the male disciple in an extremely arrogant manner, and raised her lips into an arrogant smile.
"What are you?"
The casual gaze and the slow tone, it is this unruly style that vividly interprets the arrogance.
"Young Master Ye?"
The man was surprised.
Qingge walked forward and came to Ye Qingcheng's side, squinting at the senior sister in green clothes: "Which hand did you use to push her?"
The senior sister in green shirt was stunned and stammered for a moment, speaking incoherently: "I...she..." "Which hand?"
Qingge lowered his eyes, his tone increased, and the chilling air spread quietly, sweeping through the world like a storm, everyone was panicked! The young man in front of him was like an emperor walking out of the night, judging all living beings and judging the world.
The devil holds the power of life and death over her.
Senior sister in green shirt had never seen such a scene before, with such momentum, her legs were trembling with fear.
"It's the right hand."
Long Shitian said.
"Yun'er, come here, chop off her right hand and feed it to Linglu."
Qingge smiled cruelly and said it lightly, but it was full of blood, and everyone was shocked! The senior sister in green shirt looked at the cruel young man in front of her, her eyes widened and her body enlarged, with a look of disbelief on her face.
She is a female disciple of the Shenyin Clan, and her hands are meant to be used to play the piano, so how can she just chop it off?
And she never imagined that just pushing Ye Qingcheng could lead to such a disaster?
Bai Liuyun was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his sword and moved forward.
The other disciples of the Shenyin Tribe realized belatedly and each took out their own weapons, either a guqin, a pipa, a jade flute, or a precious flute.
Murderous sounds were everywhere, intertwined together, like a ten-directional array, with dangers lurking everywhere. In an instant, they surged forward like sea water bursting from a dam, approaching the evil young man in the center.
Qing Ge yawned, but before he showed any signs of taking action, he saw a powerful formation descending from the sky, forcing all the assassins to retreat.
The disciples of the Shenyin Tribe all looked at the person who started the formation. On one side of the Enlightenment Ocean, the strong wind lifted the clothes of a middle-aged man. He was standing in the crowd with the formation stone in his hand.
The person who started the formation was none other than Lu Wenshan! Lu Chen and Ah Rou sat down cross-legged together, condensing the formation to protect Ye Wuhen.
Not a single word was said, everything was left unsaid.
The Nianxia Clan fully supports Ye Wuhen! Even if they want to strangle the disciples of the Shenyin Clan! They are Ye Wuhen’s most loyal believers! And the actions of the Nianxia Clan make everyone more convinced that Ye Wuhen is the leader of the Nianxia Clan.
The elder's biological grandson disappeared in his early years.
"Chopped."
Qingge is cold and ruthless.
Those who bully her little Qingcheng should be dealt with slowly one by one. No one can escape.
The attacking disciples from the Shenyin Clan all retreated, vomiting blood and looking at the young man in disbelief.
It was only at this moment that the senior sister in green shirt finally realized the seriousness of the matter. Big tears rolled out of her eyes. She knelt down with a thump, looked up at Qingge, and begged almost in mourning: "Night Demon Lord, I
I'm wrong. I know I'm wrong. Please forgive me. My right hand is the foundation of my cultivation. If it is chopped off, my life will be over.
I don’t know where I offended Daredevil, please Lord Daredevil, please let me go."
Qingge sneered, "Go and beg Ye Qingcheng. If she agrees, I will spare your life. If she refuses, I will personally dig your grave."
When the green-shirted senior sister heard the sound, her body trembled with fright. Even though she was extremely humiliated, she moved her legs and kept approaching Ye Qingcheng.
She knelt in front of Ye Qingcheng, put her hands on the ground, and kept kowtowing, tears falling on the back of her hands.
"Qingcheng, please beg me for mercy. Please, it was my fault just now. I won't push you. I promise you. I can swear that I will never do this again."
Senior sister in green shirt cried and begged.
Ye Qingcheng was as cold as ice, and her white clothes were full of snow. She seemed to be looking at a clown.
"Qingcheng..." Senior sister in green shirt grabbed the hem of Ye Qingcheng's clothes, shook it gently a few times, and burst into tears: "Please."
"Daredevil, let her go."
Qingcheng Road at night.
Qingge crossed her arms and looked down at the senior sister in green shirt, "I won't do this again."
"Yes! Yes! I will never dare to do it again in the future."
"roll."
"yes!"
"..." Xu Yuyan, whose head was bleeding and bleeding, kept her eyes on Ye Qingge.
She didn't understand why Ye Wuhen would take action for Ye Qingcheng.
The sudden situation caught Xu Yuyan off guard.
Suddenly, Xu Yuyan stood up, walked towards Qingge, and smiled brightly: "Young master, you are my outer disciple of the Shenyin Clan, Xu Yuyan."
"She broke my piano."
Ye Qingcheng muttered.
She also has a backer.
She doesn't understand those methods, and she can't defeat Xu Yuyan.
Qingge looked at Fu Xiqin on the ground, and then at Xu Yuyan who was bleeding, and she probably knew what happened.
"Qingcheng, you misunderstood me. It's really not me."
Xu Yuyan finished speaking anxiously and looked at Qingge: "Ye Mojun, since you are here too, let's repair Fuxi Qin for Qingcheng. She misunderstood me. I really can't explain it clearly. I don't know what to do.
, Only Qingcheng will trust me."
"My little Qingcheng never tells lies."
Qing Ge grinned and said, "When you bully her, do you want to die?"