Watching Jun Wuxie walk step by step.
The eyes of the Qingshan Sword Sect were red.
Facing Yan Qingcheng, they could kneel, lie down, or lie down.
You can bow your head, you can submit, you can admit your mistakes!
That's because the other party's identity and strength are there.
But facing a young martial artist like Jun Wuxie, he had to accept such humiliation and trampling.
Everyone in the Qingshan Sword Sect simply cannot accept it!
"You are not convinced?"
Jun Wuxie smiled brightly, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the last row in front of the young disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect. He looked at them without making any move.
Immediately, he came to the top of Qingshan Sword Sect.
The bloodshot eyes of those high-ranking officials were trembling, expecting him to turn around and leave, just like he had just walked up to their disciples, looked at them and left.
As a result, Jun Wuxie slapped her.
There was a snap.
It was so loud that it knocked out the senior executive's back teeth and caused the left side of his face to swell.
The first person to be slapped was the core elder from the beginning.
He only felt that the slap on his face was not a human palm, but the slap of a savage beast.
The force was so violent that his head was buzzing, his ears were ringing and he was deafened, his eyes were black and stars were appearing in his eyes.
He was so angry that he wanted to twitch and skin this hateful boy right away.
However, the other party has the support of the powerful members of the Mei Tong Clan. This kind of thing can only be thought about, and it is impossible to take action, otherwise the entire Qingshan Sword Sect will face disaster because of this!
At that time, it will bring disaster to the sect, and his entire family will suffer disaster!
Tolerate!
He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with humiliation, his face was blooming and bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were beating violently!
Jun Wuxie didn't care how humiliated he was in his heart.
This is what he wants!
This old guy used to be very arrogant and domineering, trying to destroy Zongwang Academy one by one!
Now, he is the one doing the cleaning!
Mou picked up the slap and slapped it hard.
There was a snapping sound.
Every time he slapped his hand, blood splattered.
Within a moment, the core elder's face was covered with blood, and both sides of his face were covered in blood and flesh. He fell to the ground from the whipping, and his head was swollen to the size of a pig's head.
I guess even his mother wouldn't be able to recognize him when he comes.
Such a scene made everyone's eyes twitch, but they felt extremely relieved in their hearts.
These guys deserve it for humiliating their big week!
But it was different in the eyes of other members of the Qingshan Sword Sect.
Every time the golden slap swung, it seemed to hit each of their faces and his heart, and an indescribable feeling of humiliation filled his entire heart.
Since the founding of the Qingshan Sword Sect, has any senior member of the Qingshan Sword Sect been trampled and humiliated like this?
This is the first of its kind!
Soon, the core elder was knocked unconscious.
Jun Wuxie's slap was too heavy.
The people of Qingshan Sword Sect did not dare to use their true energy to resist too much.
Everyone of them knows that if the women from the Mei Tong tribe don't let off enough anger today, this matter will not be over!
Rather than constantly being humiliated and even having his life in danger, it is better to suffer this just once.
"You have been practicing for hundreds of years, and you are so good at this. You just fainted after just a few slaps. How can you be so inexperienced?"
Jun Wuxie glanced at the core elder with great disgust.
These words made the people of Qingshan Sword Sect almost vomit blood!
This damn boy slaps their people, but still despises their people for not slapping them?
There is no such bastard logic in this world!
"now you!"
Jun Wuxie changed his target.
He feels particularly comfortable now. Slapping someone from the top of Qingshan Sword Sect shouldn't be too addictive.
He didn't touch those disciples.
No matter what those disciples thought, at least they did not jump out against him today, nor did they make any noise.
The two who were shouting were killed by him.
But these senior officials are different. These senior officials did not stop it, which means they acquiesced or supported the behavior of the core disciple and Chanfeng at the beginning!
For a time, loud slaps echoed over the entire square.
This sound seems to have a magical quality.
People who smoked are addicted, and those who watch the excitement in the audience are also addicted. They all have excited expressions, wishing that they were Jun Wuxie and went up to feel the passion of being slapped by the top brass of the Qingshan Sword Sect.
Soon it was the turn of the four hidden elders.
Seeing Jun Wuxie walk up to him and roll up his sleeves, the four Yin elders stared at him with gloomy and cold eyes.
That gaze was full of threats.
"Are you threatening me?"
The corner of Jun Wuxie's mouth curled up, he rolled up his sleeves and took a dozen steps back.
Just when everyone didn't understand why he suddenly retreated so far.
He suddenly rushed forward, the golden blood on his golden palms surging, and a thunderous sound actually erupted when he waved.
Snap!
The Yin elder was immediately whipped out, his face blossomed, his chin tilted to one side, and more than ten teeth flew out with blood.
Everyone was stunned.
It turns out that Jun Wuxie was running!
He is a physical practitioner, and his physical body is unparalleled.
Slapping someone and then giving him a running start is like trying to beat him to death!
"ah!!"
The Yin elder who was knocked away roared like a beast in the endless humiliation.
"What's your name?"
Jun Wuxie rushed forward, slapping her from left to right, slaps, slaps, and slaps, until her hands were covered with blood.
Bright red blood splashed all over the floor.
Soon, the elder Yin was knocked unconscious and curled up on the ground, his body still convulsing, and the blood flowing from his face spread along the ground.
The other three Yin elders almost collapsed when they saw such a scene!
They seemed to feel this humiliation, like thousands of ants eating their hearts!
Now, it's their turn!
Seeing Jun Wuxie approaching, they all trembled.
There is endless anger, and there is also the unwillingness and fear of being about to be humiliated and humiliated in life.
However, this changes nothing.
What awaits them is the same fate as the others who were slapped.
As a result, the whole square resounded with slaps.
In the end, all four Yin elders were beaten to death and fell to the ground with blood on their faces and one head swollen to the size of two.
"All fainted?" Jun Wuxie kicked each one a few times and frowned, "No one woke up?"
Everyone:...
Anyone who wants to wake up must be short-sighted.
In this case, you have to pretend to be faint even when you wake up!
"Are you comfortable?"
Yan Qingcheng looked at Jun Wuxie and asked.
"Quite comfortable."
Jun Wuxie rubbed his hands, looking like he still had something to say.
"Do you want to relieve your anger?"
Yan Qingcheng asked again.
"Okay."
Jun Wuxie glanced at the senior officials of Qingshan Sword Sect and walked towards the audience.
At this time, Yan Qingcheng said to the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect: "Look, do you still recognize who they are now?"
The disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect looked at each other and said tremblingly: "Can...can you recognize..."
"Really?" Yan Qingcheng said calmly: "It seems that it is not beyond recognition, so let's continue to smoke."
Jun Wuxie, who was walking down the stage, suddenly stopped.
Everyone:...
Isn't this enough?
Although they all hate the people of Qingshan Sword Sect, those old guys are indeed completely unrecognizable now. It is estimated that even their own mother cannot recognize who is who.
"No! I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it anymore!"
When the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect heard this, they were so frightened that their legs weakened.
If the senior officials of the sect were slapped again because of their words, I would probably have to shed my skin if I returned to the sect and died!
"Are you sure?" Yan Qingcheng glanced at the senior officials and said to the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect: "Look again, show me carefully, and then answer after you see clearly!"
"I really... really don't recognize him! Senior... we really don't recognize him!"
The disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect were about to collapse. Everything they encountered today was like a nightmare. They just hoped to wake up from this nightmare soon.
"Well, if that's the case, then so be it."
After Yan Qingcheng finished speaking, the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect suddenly felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They collapsed on the ground, their faces covered in cold sweat, and their bodies trembled from time to time.
For a moment, everyone laughed.
The people of Qingshan Sword Sect were so arrogant when they came, but now they are so cowardly that they all lie on the ground like soft-legged shrimps.
Today, the four hidden elders of Qingshan Sword Sect are like four dead dogs.
Without them, how can this place of trial be opened?
Jun Wuxie returned to the high platform of his sect, and his eyes fell on the isolation area in the center of the square.
The opening of this trial place will have to wait until those four old guys wake up.
"Brother-in-law, who is this?" The Eighth Prince looked at this side from the high platform opposite, with a bit of a bad expression on his face, and hummed, "Does my imperial sister know her?"
Jun Wuxie was about to speak, but Yan Qingcheng beside him spoke first, looked at the eighth prince and said, "What is my relationship with him? Is it necessary for your princess to know?"
Jun Wuxie was suddenly startled.
What medicine is this woman selling in her gourd?
This is not like her character.
This woman is very cool in front of strangers.
Now he was actually going head-to-head with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
Why does it sound strange?
"Hmph!" The Eighth Prince was very dissatisfied, and said with a dark face, "I don't care who you are, or how strong you are! I tell you, he is my brother-in-law! Whatever happens to my imperial sister, it is also yours Front!"
Yan Qingcheng chuckled.
"Cough!" Jun Wuxie saw that something was not right, he coughed politely but not awkwardly, interrupted Yan Qingcheng's words, and tugged on her sleeve.
Then he said to the Eighth Prince with a bluffing face: "Why are you everywhere? What nonsense are you talking about? Can you be more pure in your thoughts?"
"Brother-in-law, just tell the truth, who is the older one between her and my sister!" The Eighth Prince said angrily: "You owe my sister a perfect explanation for this matter!"
"Can you please stop?"
Jun Wuxie's head was covered with black lines, big ones, small ones, what were they?
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Qingcheng staring at him coldly with those beautiful purple eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone.
He really had the urge to beat Ji Beilan!
Okay, nothing's wrong. What's going on?
"You little bastard, you are really a bastard!" Yan Qingcheng's secretly transmitted voice rang in his mind: "You are so angry that you are a beauty, do you think you are very capable? But in the end, you want me to clean up the mess for you. ! When this matter is over, I will settle this account with you, just wait!"
Jun Wuxie: ...
Now he really wants to strangle Ji Beilan to death.
If Yan Qingcheng really goes crazy, she might do something.
That day in Qizhen Pavilion, he fell badly.
Now that he is no longer in the secret realm of Nanshan, he really has no room for resistance in front of her...
