Not far in front of Chu Yue, Ye Ying was dressed in a green skirt and stood on a high platform with bare feet. She looked at Chu Yue and shook her head and said: "Those who practice axes are famous for their strength. They are more decisive than those who kill."
The swordsman is even more brutal."
At this point, Ye Ying paused for a moment, then continued: "I can't decide what to do, and I will destroy you. Just leave. I can pretend that I haven't listened to you."
Ye Yue was never an indecisive and tender person, but it was rare for her to see a martial arts prodigy and she was unwilling to destroy him with her own hands.
high altitude.
Behind the dragon throne, Protector Bai said worriedly: "That person is the Twelve-Star Great Martial Arts, or a person who uses an axe. Your Highness, Miss Ye is in danger, stop her."
Protector Black frowned: "In axe fighting, people are always willing to risk their lives. If Miss Ye fights forcefully, she will die or lose her life. Your Highness, you have to take part in this matter."
The Blood Protector held the sword with both hands, looked down at Chu Yue, raised his slender and charming eyebrows, and secretly cursed: "What a madman."
"Your Highness, you can come forward and get the Red Divine Sword back." Protector Bai said again.
Ye Mohan sat firmly on the dragon throne and pondered for a long time, looking at the girl on the high platform with his narrow purple eyes.
Just when Chu Yue raised her head and looked at him, a smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, "Hug pillow, take good care of your son."
The corners of Ye Mohan's eyebrows and eyes were filled with affection.
He understands better than anyone else that as the daughter of Zhenbei Hou's sword, she wants to take it back with her own hands without relying on anyone!
Ye Mohan said: "Okay."
"Your Highness?" Protector Bai was stunned.
His Highness, who regards Miss Ye as his life, should not just sit back and watch.
Ye Mohan held Xiaobao in his arms and did not answer Protector Bai's doubts, but looked at Chu Yue with deep eyes.
He was also prepared to take action in time if Chu Yue was in danger.
...
Bloody battle platform.
Deng Yun flew over, looked at Chu Yue worriedly, and frowned: "Have you really thought about it? You are already at the top of Xuanji's list. With your talent and age, you will be able to become a disciple of Zhanxing soon. You don't need to
Take this step.”
"Deng Yun!"
Mother-in-law Lu Qiong suddenly shouted: "As a deacon of the college, you have to abide by the rules and regulations instead of acting emotionally!"
Deng Yun was stunned for a moment, then realized that as a deacon, she was too worried about Ye Chuyue.
But Ye Ying was no one else, her ax made the disciples of the top ten colleges frightened.
Deng Yun had witnessed Chu Yue's growth all the way from Futu Mountain. Now she saw that this girl could soar high and had a bright future, but she could not afford to fall down at this moment.
Deng Yun gritted her teeth and said: "Chu Yue, the academy values you very much. That knife is from the treasure house. It will be in your hands sooner or later. There is no need to rush it."
"Where is the Judgment Army!"
Mother-in-law Lu Qiong held a cane in her hand and roared: "If you don't strip off Deng Yun's deacon's clothes, drive her out of Shenxuan College. My first college does not need such deacons who disregard the rules!"
The Judgment Army is ready to move and is about to march out.
At this moment, Ye Mohan, who was holding Xiaobao in his arms, slowly raised his thick and long eyelashes, and a dangerous undercurrent suddenly surged into his pair of light purple eyes.
"Mr. Lu is so majestic!"
Ye Mohan smiled faintly, looked sideways at Granny Lu Qiong, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Do you... want to die?"
Grandma Lu Qiong was suddenly stunned and took a breath of air. The moment she was looked at by the man, her chest was filled with a suffocating feeling.
Grandma Lu Qiong swallowed, and the hand holding the crutch trembled for a while.
The Holy Emperor came to Shenxuan Academy with a little baby, who looked like a loving father, making her forget for a moment that the man in front of her was once the nightmare of warriors all over the world.
Granny Lu Qiong had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry to say too much. Deacon Deng Yun is just worried about the younger generation. It's a common sense thing."
While speaking, Grandma Lu Qiong lowered her eyes and glanced at Deng Yun, flashing with murderous intent.
Deng Yun was still worried about Chu Yue, perhaps because of her cherished talent, which made her willing to break the rules and remind Chu Yue in public.
"Deacon Deng."
Chu Yue looked at her, smiled slightly, and said stubbornly: "That's my mother's knife."
The words were concise, concise and understated, but made Deng Yun feel strong emotions.
yes......
Precisely because it was her mother's sword, she had to take it back without stopping, even if the enemy she faced was a martial arts master in the Dzogchen stage, she would still dare to fight!
Deng Yun looked at her, hesitated to speak, and finally left the bloody platform.
With a slight smile on her lips, Chu Yue took a few steps forward with her battle ax in hand and looked at Ye Ying, who was dressed in green.
Ye Ying carried the scarlet blood ax on her shoulder and half-squinted her brown eyes: "Little junior sister, if you leave now, you still have a chance."
Chu Yue's eyes turned a light red, then she slashed the high platform with an axe, and smiled evilly: "Is it...? Senior Sister Ye doesn't know something, playing with axes... you are not as good as me!
"
Ye Ying looked at her suddenly, a cruel look flashed in her eyes.
At the same time, the news that Ye Chuyue was ranked third on the Star Ranking in the martial arts platform spread throughout the princely states and the Nine Continents of the Divine Vein.
Some are happy and some are sad.
People from other dynasties only thought that Ye Chuyue was crazy.
The people of Chang'an all had tears in their eyes after hearing about the Red Divine Sword.
In the study of Mu Mansion in Beizhou, the old uncle was cultivating himself and writing. When he heard the words of his subordinates, the hand holding the pen shook slightly and he suddenly looked up.
"She's going to fight a martial arts master in the Great Consummation Stage?"
"yes."
The waiter replied: "She said in public that she wanted to take back her mother's knife."
"He is a filial child."
The old uncle said: "If Xun'er is one ten thousandth as good as she is, that's fine... This child looks a bit like Huang'er when he was young."