"You, Mr. Chu, don't need dirty things." The girl sneered softly, she was both charming and charming.
The high-grade martial arts roots turned into bloody powder and dissipated in the sky.
The Shenxuan disciples who were still shouting were suddenly stunned. Thousands of harsh words of rebuke were stuck in their throats. They couldn't say them out. They could only look at Chu Yue with wide eyes.
Everyone in Xixiang is the same as this Shenxuan disciple.
Even though Chu Yue wanted to get his martial roots back, they still believed that Chu Yue was coveting his martial roots for his own benefit.
High-grade martial arts roots are more tempting to cultivators than thousands of acres of fertile land and natural resources.
The emergence of a medium-grade martial root can cause bloodshed in the vassal states, let alone a high-grade martial root?
No one could have imagined that Ye Chuyue would take Wu Gen back in front of everyone and crush her ruthlessly without any hesitation.
It seems like something worthless.
That’s a high-quality martial arts root!
Many adult cultivators couldn't help feeling pain in their flesh when they saw the high-grade martial arts roots turning into bloody powder.
It doesn't matter if you give it to them, why would you want to destroy it rudely?
What a waste of resources!
Chu Yue looked at the Shenxuan disciple who had just spoken with certainty, and said coldly: "You are right, destroying a genius for the sake of a high-grade martial root will indeed lead to retribution. Now, it is her retribution.
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Chu Yue methodically wiped away the dirty blood on the little fox's pink robe, and her three thousand black hair fluttered gently in the wind.
The hopeless little fox: "..." Does it look like a rag?
The smell of blood, slow flow.
The picture is frozen, and even the sound of the wind is silent.
The frail scholar Luo Shen looked at it for a long time.
After witnessing the truth with his own eyes, he looked at Chu Yue with guilt and opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.
Reality slapped him hard.
Luo Shen hesitated again and again, but decided to come to Chu Yue, lowered his head, and said apologetically: "Miss Ye San, I'm sorry."
Chu Yue, who was wiping away the blood, looked at Luo Shen.
After pondering for a moment, he opened his red lips and asked with a smile: "Master Luo, how much is your apology worth?"
This concise and concise sentence stumped Luo Shen, who had read thousands of books.
Chu Yue's ridicule made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.
Yes, how much is his apology worth?
Self-righteousness, complacency, harming innocent people in the name of judgment, can an apology be enough to wipe it out?
"Punishing evil and promoting good, and practicing chivalry and justice are the principles of the world. But are the evil you punish and the good you promote really what you keep saying?"
"Five years ago, when my martial arts roots were dug out and my Dantian was destroyed, I never saw anyone come out to punish evil and promote good."
"Now, I don't need it. It's just because I promote good things, punish evil things by me, and distinguish between good and evil."
Chu Yue smiled brilliantly, as bright as a pearl.
The sonorous words resounded through the sky, shocking the underground market.
How arrogant and confident do you have to be to say such outrageous things?
Luo Shen suddenly raised his head and looked in surprise at the girl who was talking eloquently and looked like a general.
Deep in his silent heart, it seemed as if a stormy sea was surging, with a faint yearning!
Chu Yue put the black ax on her waist, looked heroic, and sat back on the blood jade throne. She folded her legs, leaned back, and looked to the left.
That's where the Dongyang Empire's team is located.
The envoy from Dongyang, the white-haired old man is looking sad.
The Northern King of Jin gradually woke up, and his mind was filled with memories of the spring scenery that had happened in the Xixiang house.
The unconscious Princess Nanyang has slowly opened her eyes.
When she raised her eyes, she met the eyes of the girl on the blood jade throne.
Creepy, evil and sycophantic...
I saw Chu Yue looking at her with a smile, and said clearly: "Chang'an court banquet, army training, Dongyang Empire's seven-kill army used forbidden techniques to refine an army of dead soldiers in order to win, and killed innocent people in the training ground, which is shocking.
Point out! Now Chang'an Zongfu, Dongyang envoys and Wushen Temple Daojuan envoys are all present. Princess Nanyang, I ask you, do you know your guilt?"
Those words struck the souls of the old envoy and everyone in Dongyang like thunder from heaven!
Chang'an never pursued the matter of the forbidden technique of the Seven Kills Army.
Most other empires have good relations with Dongyang, and they have a tacit understanding without saying a word.
The old man from Dongyang was trembling all over as if his throat was being strangled. His gray eyes looked at Chu Yue with fear, and his liver and gallbladder were all cold!