"Draw out your sword and take a look?"
Before Qiu Bijun could say anything, Shen Jingbing's voice came over:
"Can you, a useless person in a wheelchair, pull this out?"
"These swords are the swords that protect the country, the swords that split the earth and seal the king."
"It can't be pulled away except by Commander Tiemu, by Princess Wei, by Her Majesty the Queen, and by the Master of the Dragon Slaying Hall!"
"You asked for alms even to enter the general ceremony. What qualifications do you have to split the earth and become a king? What qualifications do you have to draw a sword and become a marquis?"
His voice swept the entire audience: "If you dare to touch them, all nine of your tribes will be punished. Neither War Commander Yang nor Master Qing Cang can protect you!"
Gao Jie was also furious: "Ye Fan, even Master Qing Cang, War Commander Yang and God of War Qi are not qualified to pull out these swords. Don't make any mistakes."
Mrs. Qiu said aggressively: "If you dare to cause trouble for Bijun, I will cut you into pieces and hold the Ye family accountable."
"This feast is gathered for me, this sword is for me!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "If I don't pull out these swords, no one will be able to pull them out tonight."
"You bastard, can't you understand people?"
Shen Jingbing's eyes were fierce: "I have already said that only Commander Tiemu, Lady Wei, Her Majesty the Queen, and the Master of the Dragon Slaying Palace can draw this sword."
"Everyone present, including me, including God of War Qiu, and Old Taijun Qiu, can only look up to these twenty-two swords and cannot blaspheme them."
"Who are you? You dare to shout and draw a sword?"
"You are not even comparable to any of us here, so how can you compare with Her Majesty and the others?"
He shouted: "The banquet is gathered for you, and the sword is for me. Why don't you say that you are the master of the Dragon Slaying Hall?"
Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this, and they all ridiculed Ye Fan for not overestimating his abilities.
Qiu Bijun was also disappointed and said: "Ye Fan, come down, if you continue to make trouble, I really won't be able to protect you."
"Qiu God of War, you have a good heart, but you are too self-righteous!"
Ye Fan looked at Qiu Bijun and sighed: "I have helped you so many times, but I didn't expect that not only can you not see it, but you also think I am so miserable."
Gao Jie was furious: "How many times have you helped Miss Qiu? Why don't you help me! It's obviously Miss Qiu who saved you more than a dozen times."
"The frog in the well."
Ye Fan said calmly: "No matter what, I will pull out these twenty-two swords tonight."
Old Mrs. Qiu was angry: "You bitch, get out of here, don't let any mouse droppings ruin this pot of good soup tonight."
Ye Fan smiled: "A rat excrement stirs up a pot of good soup. The old lady is right, but the good soup may be me, and the rat excrement is you!"
"Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore, I'm going to draw my sword."
Ye Fan looked at several Qiu family members who were blocking him: "Get out of my way!"
Although he did not feel the threat of the twenty-two swords, Ye Fan did smell a wisp of lavender breath coming from them.
Thinking of the Six Jueming King in the intelligence, Ye Fan had to pull out his sword to find out.
"Be bold!"
Mrs. Qiu shouted: "Take it!"
Several Qiu children grabbed Ye Fan's wheelchair and tried to overturn it.
Ye Fan reached out and patted the handle of the wheelchair.
With a bang, the wheelchair shook, and several Qiu disciples groaned and fell out on all fours.
Then Ye Fan drove past them without raising his eyes and rushed towards the twenty-two swords for protecting the country.
Liu Min and Shen Jingbing's expressions changed dramatically. They seemed not to have thought that Ye Fan still had such strength, and they both tilted their heads.
This action immediately caused two old men in red to shoot out from behind them, landing in front and behind Ye Fan's wheelchair like cannonballs.
One person grabbed the wheelchair, and the other grabbed Ye Fan's neck.
Fast and hard!
"stop!"
Before Ye Fan could take action, Qiu Bijun shot over after buffering, stretched out his palms and slapped the two old men in red.
Just two bangs were heard, and the two old men in red shook their bodies and took three steps back.
Qiu Bijun also groaned, her chest heaving, and she almost spit out a mouthful of hot blood. Fortunately, she suppressed it in time to prevent it from spitting out.
But the pain in her internal organs still made her face look a little painful.
"Don't hurt the God of War!"
Gao Jie roared when she saw this, and rushed forward with a dozen people to protect Qiu Bijun, and stared at the old man in red with murderous intent.
Although she wished in her heart that Ye Fan would be beaten to death by the old man in red, Qiu Bijun took action to protect Ye Fan, so she could only stand unconditionally.
The two old men in red narrowed their eyes slightly and were about to take action when they heard a whistle.
Shen Jingbing tilted her head towards them: "Come down!"
The two old men in red retreated to Shen Jingbing.
"Bijun, what are you doing?"
Mrs. Qiu stopped her cane and shouted, "Why are you still protecting this dog? Let him be beaten to death by Young Master Shen's men."
Gao Jie was also anxious: "Miss Qiu, you can't protect him anymore, or you will be involved."
Shen Jing's ice-skinned smile said: "Qiu God of War, you don't let our people clean up the garbage, do you want to beat Mark to death yourself?"
"No blood is allowed in the general ceremony!"
Qiu Bijun's voice deepened: "Otherwise, Palace Master Xia and the Queen will only think that we are not doing things well."
Shen Jingbing's voice suddenly turned cold, she pointed her finger at Qiu Bijun and roared:
"You are really incompetent if you keep this piece of shit."
"He entered without permission, pretended to be the Lord of Xia Palace, and wanted to draw the sword to protect the country. If such a person does not kill him, it will be disrespectful to the entire ceremony."
"Should we let the wheelchair-bound loser run wild, let him humiliate us, let him offend Palace Master Xia?"
"Compared to what Ye Fan did, what does it mean to see some blood on the scene?"
Shen Jingbing's voice echoed throughout the audience: "Those who offend the palace master will die!"
Liu Min and the others all echoed: "Those who offend the palace master will die!"
"you……"
Qiu Bijun wanted to speak, but suddenly he coughed and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Fan reached out and held her wrist: "Stop talking, your internal injuries are getting more and more serious. Have a good rest, I will deal with the scene."
Gao Jie was angry: "You bastard, God of War Qiu was injured, aren't you angry? Come here, help Miss Qiu down to rest."
More than a dozen Qiu soldiers helped Qiu Bijun down.
Qiu Bijun turned to look at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, stop causing trouble, come down, and I will protect you for the last night."
She knew that Ye Fan was already guilty of a capital crime, but she still wanted to do her best to let Ye Fan live one more night.
This is the only thing she can do.
Then she pushed Gao Jie and Qiu's warriors away:
"Ye Fan broke into the venue without permission and offended Palace Master Xia. It is indeed wrong and infuriating."
"But whether he dies or not, it doesn't matter what I say, nor does it matter what you say. Only Palace Master Xia has the final say."
"Before Palace Master Xia decides whether Ye Fan will live or die, whoever dares to do anything unfavorable or plot against Ye Fan should not blame me, Qiu Bijun, for being ruthless."
Qiu Bijun pointed at Shen Jingbing: "If I want to splash blood, I'll splash your blood first!"
Shen Jingbing laughed angrily: "Qiu Bijun, do you want to die with Mark?"
Liu Min echoed: "You don't care about protecting Ye Fan, you are equivalent to Ye Fan's accomplice, you must kill him together!"
"Come here, take down Ye Fan and wait for the palace master to punish him."
Liu Min shouted with a straight face: "Qiu Bijun dares to obstruct me, I will punish you on the spot!"
All the guests also shouted: "Take it, take it!"
The old man in red and the others stepped on the ground, bursting with fighting spirit and preparing to rush to the high platform to fight again.
"A swarm of ants!"
Ye Fan smashed the glass cover and pulled out the "Jia" sword to protect the country with his backhand.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, the A-shaped sword broke out of the ground, and the hall trembled slightly.
(End of chapter)
