"It's absolutely impossible. How can the treasures of our Baili Sect be allowed to be snatched away by others? In this way, where will our Baili Sect be put?" Ximen Ao said angrily, cursing Yin Ziming secretly in his heart.
He had already told Yin Ziming to get this peerless sword back, but he didn't expect that now he would actually take the initiative to give this sword to Ye Qinghuan. How could he not be angry?
He didn't want to get it back from Yin Ziming at all. He wanted to use it for himself, and there was absolutely no way he would give it up.
After being scolded by Ximen Ao, Yin Ziming did not dare to say any more. Although he was the number one genius in Jiangdong, Ximen Ao was his master, and he was a man who respected his teachers.
"Your Baili Sect is nothing!" Ye Qinghuan said coldly. It's really ridiculous that a small secular sect takes itself seriously.
"Ye Qinghuan, don't go too far. Since your flying sword is the treasure of Baili Sect, you should return it to them. Otherwise, our Elder Pavilion will not let it go!"
The old man in gray clothes also said coldly.
If it weren't for Ye Qinghuan killing two Japanese swordsmen, he might still be on Ye Qinghuan's side. After all, Ye Qinghuan's talent is so great that he can be regarded as the hope for the rise of Chinese martial arts.
Although he has a violent temper, he can still become a pillar of talent if he is trained and tempered slowly.
However, seeing that Ye Qinghuan did not take the country's safety into consideration, the old man in gray was completely disappointed with Ye Qinghuan, so he chose to help Ximen Ao and weaken Ye Qinghuan's strength.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes instantly turned cold, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and was ready to kill Ximen Ao directly.
He could directly say that the flying sword was his, but Ye Qinghuan did not bother to explain to them that they were not qualified enough.
And even if Ye Qinghuan explained it, it would be useless. These people would not believe it, especially Ximen Ao. Ye Qinghuan could see the desire for the flying sword in his eyes.
He will definitely keep fighting. He insists on saying that Yin Ziming picked up the flying sword. It would be too troublesome to fight. It would be easier to kill Ximen Ao directly.
Just when Ye Qinghuan was about to take action, Lin Shiyu suddenly stood up and said loudly under the gaze of several senior martial kings: "Since Brother Yin Ziming is already willing to give the flying sword to others, why do you continue to pursue it?
Brother Yin Ziming is the owner of this sword, and he can give it to whomever he wants!"
"Lin Shiyu? It's your turn to talk here and there, get out of here!" Ximen Ao was immediately furious. He was determined to win Feijian, but it was nowhere else for this little girl to cause trouble.
Lin Shiyu's uncle stood aside, with a trace of worry on his face. She didn't expect Lin Shiyu to be so impulsive and actually stand up to speak for Ye Qinghuan at this time.
Although Jingyue Mountain is not a small sect, these people are now as big as Jiangdong, and there is no one they can provoke.
"What I said is right. Although I have a low status, I still have the right to speak. This sword was originally seen by Brother Yin Ziming, and he has the right to dispose of it!"
Lin Shiyu did not show any weakness at all, but argued hard with reason.
She had communicated with Yin Ziming before, and Yin Ziming said that she did not want to pursue this sword anymore. Ye Qinghuan was too strong, and only he could truly master this sword.
Hearing Lin Shiyu's words, many warriors nodded. This sword belongs to Yin Ziming, and he is indeed the one with the most right to decide its ownership.
"Okay, Yin Ziming, please come out and tell me what you are going to do with this sword!" The old man in gray said with a cold expression on his face.
He is the leader of the Elder Pavilion and the leader of the entire Jiangdong. Naturally, he has to care about face. In front of so many people, he cannot argue with a junior like Lin Shiyu.
He cannot be as arrogant and unreasonable as Ye Qinghuan.
Yin Ziming's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect that this difficult problem would be thrown to him in the end. He had really wanted to give the sword to Ye Qinghuan directly before, but now he was in a dilemma.
If he gave this sword to Ye Qinghuan, it would be a complete disgrace to his master and Mr. Xu. He glanced at his master, who was looking at him with an angry face.
Yin Ziming took another look at him secretly. The young man looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about Yin Ziming's choice at all. Yin Ziming's heart suddenly trembled. He had a feeling that if he must return the sword, I am afraid that Ye Qinghuan will take action in an instant and start a war.
Bloody storm.
"Master, I don't want our Chinese warriors to clash again, why not, why not - let's give this sword to Ye Qinghuan."
After Yin Ziming hesitated for a while, he finally said.
The group of warriors were immediately horrified. They never expected that Yin Ziming would finally choose to give the peerless sword to Ye Qinghuan.
Ximen Ao's expression changed drastically. He couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped Lin Shiyu suddenly and said angrily, "It's all because of you, you nosy little thing!"
"If you dare to slap her, then you don't need this hand." Finally, Ye Qinghuan's cold voice sounded, causing Ximen Ao to pause slightly.
"You threatened me, do you think I really don't dare?" Ximen Ao said angrily.
Now that there are so many warriors from Jiangdong and people from the Elder Pavilion here, he doesn't believe that Ye Qinghuan dares to take action against him.
Ximen Ao's slap suddenly hit Lin Shiyu. At this moment, everyone saw a flash of white light, an arm flew up, and blood gushed out from Ximen Ao's shoulder.
All the warriors were stunned. They didn't expect that Ye Qinghuan would really dare to take action and directly cut off Ximen Ao's arm. This is simply crazy!
"Ye Qinghuan!" The old man in gray clothes suddenly became furious and roared.
"You call Mao Shao, if you want to do something, come up right now." Ye Qinghuan said in a calm voice, but with a strong sense of ridicule, which made the old man in gray want to kill Ye Qinghuan immediately.
The old man in gray suddenly choked for breath. He wanted to kill Ye Qinghuan, but he didn't have the courage to stop it because Ye Qinghuan was too powerful. Once he did it, even if their Elder Pavilion won, there would be a heavy price.
The key is that the old man in gray already knows that Ye Qinghuan can fly with this sword, so he can easily escape. Once he escapes, it will be a disaster for the entire Jiangdong and even the Chinese warriors.
"Bad barrier, I, Ximen Ao, swear that one day, our Baili Sect will kill you!" Ximen Ao shouted angrily, his anger rising to the sky.
"No need, you have no chance." Ye Qinghuan's faint voice sounded, but the person had disappeared.
When everyone saw Ye Qinghuan again, he was already standing behind Ximen Ao. He was still holding the peerless sword in his hand, and he pierced Ximen Ao's chest directly.