"Do you know the consequences of deposing my disciple?"
The strong man stood tall. The moment he stood up, a strong wind suddenly rose around him. The clear sky above his head changed. The atmosphere was shaken by the powerful real energy, and cracks appeared.
The original harmonious atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the expressions of the other people changed slightly. Except for Lu Zhengyu, the other three people all had joking expressions, as if they were watching a good show.
The four of them are not close friends, but they have known each other for more than a hundred years and can be considered old friends. They know the temperament of this mature man well.
This person is the most protective of shortcomings. Whether he is a disciple, a disciple, a relative or a friend, if anyone has a conflict with another person, he will punish the other person violently regardless of right or wrong.
Ye Chen is a newly promoted young martial artist. His cultivation level is extremely high, and he is already equal to them, but being equal does not mean that he can compete with them or even defeat them.
Because of Lu Zhengyu's recommendation, they sat at the same table as Ye Chen today. However, Ye Chen was a junior after all, so they inevitably felt a bit arrogant about relying on their elders.
As for Ye Chen, although he came to the scene and returned the favor with them, everyone could feel the arrogance in Ye Chen's heart, and he obviously didn't take them seriously. Now that the middle-aged man is standing up to find fault with Ye Chen, they are naturally happy to see it.
It would be a good thing for someone to kill Ye Chen's spirit. They also wanted to let Ye Chen know what a century-old king is.
Ye Chen sat still, still holding the tea cup in his hand. He took a sip lightly and then chuckled.
"I really don't know the consequences you mentioned!"
"Using low-level means like mental hypnosis to seize other people's Yuan Yin originally had nothing to do with me, but unfortunately, he used it in front of me!"
"I just crippled his cultivation, so I'm showing mercy!"
"Show mercy?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and sneered immediately, "Destroying his cultivation is a sign of mercy. If you don't show mercy, will you kill him?"
Facing the question from the mature man, Ye Chen did not deny it and nodded lightly.
"good!"
His words immediately stunned the other four people present.
A man in his prime is the best at guarding his weaknesses, but he also knows how to weigh the pros and cons. He has hundreds of disciples, and there are no less than ten who are equally good. Although he is furious if he hurts one of his disciples, he still wants to make him fight with a king-level master because of this matter.
Forging a big feud is just a fantasy.
He is bringing this matter up now just to save face. If Ye Chen apologizes to him in front of everyone, he will say a few words to expose it, and will not really hold on to it, but Ye Chen
Chen's attitude at this moment was that he didn't give him any steps at all.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank. He did not expect that Ye Chen would answer like this.
Ye Chen not only did not apologize, but also did not give him any face. In front of the other four century-old kings, this was a naked provocation.
A fresh feeling made his heart agitate and boiling. He had not encountered this kind of thing for more than a hundred years.
The middle-aged man was dressed in purple, and there were faint lines on his body. He stared at Ye Chen, and his voice suddenly became stern.
"You crazy junior, I see that you are young and it is not easy for you to reach the king level. And for Mr. Lu's sake, I originally thought you could apologize and serve tea and expose this matter, but now it seems that you want to learn a lesson.
Are you using my 'Bibo Yanke' method?"
Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, he drank all the tea and shook his head.
"Let me offer you tea to apologize. I, Ye Lingtian, haven't had this habit since the day I was born!"
"Your disciple's cultivation is ruined by me. You don't need to look at anyone else's face. Whatever you want to do, just do it!"
He spread his hands, his attitude already clear.
Except for Lu Zhengyu, the three century-old kings around them all had stern looks in their eyes. Ye Chen, a junior, had a really crazy attitude, not only hurting the disciples, but he also looked like he couldn't do anything to me.
, making them dissatisfied.
"It's interesting. I have met countless juniors in the past two hundred years, and you are the first one who dares to talk to me like this!"
Bibo Yanke's eyes were full of killing intent, and a black shadow flashed around his waist, and an old pipe full of traces of vicissitudes of life appeared on his injured place.
This is the weapon that he is famous for. Although it looks ugly, it is actually no weaker than 90% of the magic weapons in the world. Although he looks like a strong man, he is actually two hundred and thirty-four years old. This pipe was in his sixties.
It has been with him since he was a child, and he used it to kill enemies and enter battles. Now it has been 170 years. Countless people in the extraordinary realm have died in his hands, and even three king-level people have died in his hands.
.
Since the King's War ended and the King's Convention was signed a hundred years ago, this blood-stained pipe has been silent for a hundred years. Now, it is finally in his hands again.
"Bibo pipe?"
When the other people saw this weapon, their expressions changed slightly. They had obviously heard of his reputation. Some of them had even fought against him head-on and knew how powerful he was.
"You destroy my disciple. Even if I don't kill you today, I will severely injure you!"
Bibo Yanke's eyes became indifferent, his words were brief, but he revealed unwavering faith, as if Ye Chen was under his control.
The tyrannical energy has enveloped the octagonal pavilion. Countless plants and trees around it are trembling. Even the floor of the pavilion paved with marble blocks shows signs of cracks. The wind and clouds are converging above the head of the blue wave smoker. This blow is bound to be the power of thunder.
But Ye Chen himself didn't move at all. He even raised the teapot to pour tea, as if he didn't see everything in front of him at all.
"court death!"
Bibo Yanke's eyes flashed with anger again, and with a move of his hand, the pipe drew a white mark, dividing the space, and a slender white light appeared in the void, about to strike from the center of the octagonal pavilion.
"Brother, please stop!"
At this moment, an old palm suddenly poked out and stood between Ye Chen and Bibo Yanke, pushing back the white light that was ready to go, blocking its attack.
"Mr. Lu, what do you mean?"
Bibo Yanke's eyes turned and looked at Lu Zhengyu. It was him who took action.
Lu Zhengyu retracted his palms with a serious look on his face.
"Brother, I am inviting you all to a banquet today. This Huangting Pavilion is also the place where my old man cleans up his cultivation. It is really not suitable for fighting. Please stop!"
Bibo Yanke heard this and sneered.
"Mr. Lu, are you afraid that I will destroy your Huangtingxuan?"
Lu Zhengyu shook his head gently, cast a helpless look at Ye Chen, and then replied.
"I, Huang Tingxuan, are naturally not worth mentioning. I told Brother Lian to stop, but I still have something to say!"
"If after I finish speaking, Brother Lian still insists on taking action, I will never stop him!"
Bibo Yanke's murderous intention was strong at this time, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit. He immediately said in a deep voice: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. You can defend it however you want. I have to find him to settle the matter today!"
Lu Zhengyu put his hands behind his back, suddenly shook his head and sighed softly.
"You should all still remember the Two Ghosts of Xiangxi, right?"
Everyone was startled at first, but then they realized what was happening. Bibo Yanke was the first to speak.
"Are you talking about the two brothers who once dominated Xiangxi and established themselves as kings?"
Lu Zhengyu nodded.
"Back then, the two of them were chased by our martial alliance and fled in embarrassment. But I didn't expect that a hundred years later, they would come back again!"
"Just yesterday, they arrived in Lucheng, intending to seek revenge on me!"
The expressions of the others changed. Bibo Yanke frowned and said a little strangely: "Back then, you and Long Zhentian and others surrounded and suppressed the Black Witch Clan. It was normal for them to seek revenge from you, but what does this have to do with us?"
Lu Zhengyu turned to look at him, his face serious.
"The grudge between the two ghosts of Xiangxi and me has nothing to do with you, of course, but I just want to tell Brother Lian that just yesterday, the two ghosts of Xiangxi were killed!"
"And the person who killed them is sitting across from you!"