Ye Xun'er's pupils tightened, her breathing became rapid, and her face instantly turned blue.
"The literal meaning is not difficult to understand."
Xia Shan bowed and said, "If Miss Ye is fine, I will take my leave."
Ye Xun'er watched Xia Shan go away as if hiding from the god of plague, then she clenched her hands at the entrance of the alley, her eyes were frighteningly red.
"Mom...what should Xun'er do..."
Ye Xun'er's red eyes were filled with tears.
...
Next to the formation.
Chu Yue felt relieved when she saw that Leng Qingshuang, who was leaning on the Qinglian throne, was feeling better.
"Don't be brave next time, we will worry." Chu Yue whispered.
"How can I be trying to be brave by bringing honor to the hospital? This is what my heart desires."
Leng Qingshuang smiled weakly: "Besides, that bitch wants to be compared with my little Yue'er, and I can't bear it."
Chu Yue looked at her helplessly, leaned over slightly, raised her slender hand, and gently stroked away the bloody black hair wrapped in front of Leng Qingshuang.
She said: "Luoyu Academy has touched my cold beauty, and I will never let them have an easy time."
"Then I won't leave, I'll just watch here." Leng Qingshuang said, her eyes getting brighter.
The power of Shen Nong that entered her body was swallowed up by the Bianhua flower at Wugen, which eased the pain and healed the wound.
At this time, Granny Ziyun finally accepted the impossible fact, closed her eyes in pain, and waved her hand: "Take Luo Beard for treatment."
The guards of Luoyu Academy stopped at the big hole made by Luo Beard and struggled to lift the huge Luo Beard.
"I have said that you can leave?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded.
The guards stopped and looked at the sound.
He looked at the figure as red as blood.
Luo Yan was vomiting blood and was unconscious. He tried hard to concentrate on Chu Yue.
Chu Yue stood next to the Qinglian throne, overlooking them from a high position, and slowly drew out the Divine Sword of National Protection from behind.
The sword slashed through the air, tearing away even the air, cutting out a half-moon arc of red light blade, making an ear-shattering explosion, and then dissipated in the long wind like fleeting fireworks.
"Director Ye! What are you doing?"
Granny Ziyun shouted loudly, and dozens of guards from Luoyu Academy all drew their weapons and gathered around Luo Yan.
The disciples of Luoyu Academy also share the same hatred.
"Elder Ye is the commander-in-chief of the First Academy. Since we have already won the victory, why should we hurt the harmony by wielding swords and guns? Isn't it just the behavior of a villain? Isn't it true that he is not afraid of making the world's warriors laugh?"
Grandma Ziyun said sadly.
She suddenly waved her hand, and a purple vortex appeared in her palm.
The vortex generates light.
A sharp choke chain swept out from the light and whirlpool.
Granny Ziyun swung her throat-locking whip, and the whip wrapped around the sky, forming a prison.
at the same time.
The elders of the Zhan Zhan Academy all moved forward to protect Chu Yue.
Ziyuan disciples and academy disciples also drew their weapons and confronted him!
The old uncle raised his hand, and the Mu army surrounded Beijing Street.
The atmosphere is tense and the battle is about to break out.
The wind roared and the cranes roared, and the grass and trees were all in war.
It seems that the next moment it will become a battlefield with endless fighting.
Chu Yue walked out of the crowd with her sword in hand, her black hair flying, her beautiful eyes piercing, dressed in red clothes that were as good as fire, and she swept across the northern border city of Lingtian!
"There was a bet before the battle. Luo Beard was so aggressive that he uttered heroic words about abandoning martial arts in public. Now that he is defeated like a lost dog, he doesn't remember what he said?"
Chu Yue sneered and said: "Is it possible that your institute's so-called game of gambling only admits winning but not losing? Elder Ziyun, do you think there is such an unfair truth in the world?"
"Director Ye, you are the one who is being aggressive right now, right? You neither swore a blood oath nor established a written document, but just said it casually, and did Director Ye really take it seriously?"
Grandma Ziyun was so angry that the old skin on her face was shaking uncontrollably.
Although Luo Yan was defeated in this battle, he was still the disciple she trained.
If one really loses his inner strength in martial arts, wouldn’t he become a piece of trash inferior to a pig or a dog?
As a teacher-like existence, Granny Ziyun would naturally not allow such things to happen.
"Thousands of pairs of eyes on the streets of Beijing can see and hear clearly. It is not up to you, Shangguan Ziyun, to decide whether he will stay or leave with his cultivation!"
Chu Yue somersaulted out, like a meteor chasing the moon, turning into a bolt of lightning and stopping in front of Luo Yan.
The sword struck the ground, causing numerous cracks in the earth.
Intense wind-burning flames burst out from many spider web-like cracks.
"Anyone who blocks my seat today will die!"
After she finished speaking, she moved forward.
Many guards and Luo Yu disciples subconsciously stepped back.
Grandma Ziyun moved her hand again, and the chains were imprisoned, covering her downwards, trying to cover Chu Yue's figure.
boom!
A force of energy was inserted obliquely, like the force of thunder, and it blocked the prison with the power of destroying dryness and decay.
"Old Uncle Mu, is this the family tradition of your Mu family? Aren't you afraid that the Mu family's reputation for loyalty and integrity from generation to generation will be destroyed by today's cruelty? Then you, Mu Shanhe, cannot escape the blame. You can't go to Jiuyou Huangquan.
And the ancestors of Mu Mansion who have the honor to meet you?" Granny Ziyun was furious and glared at Mu Shanhe who took action.
Mushanhe has white hair and is wearing a military uniform.
He was sitting on the green lotus throne, full of energy and bright eyes.
Hearing this, Mushanhe laughed.
He stood up slowly, stroked his snow-white beard, and said with a smile: "If this old man were to walk on the road of Huangquan, even Yama would have to give way. The ancestors of Mu Mansion learned that there was a woman like this in Mu Mansion, and he would have a future wife."
In this way, I can only smile and feel happy. When will it be your turn as a crippled old woman to point fingers?"