As Jiang Bixue said, Wanmiao Temple does have "simple folk customs", even if it suffers such oppression and torture from Wanmiao Temple.
Under such circumstances, these people were still willing to stand up and admonish themselves, hoping to save their own lives.
"Evil people will have their own troubles. Wanmiao Guan is not a good person, and neither are we." Ye Yun said in a light tone.
At the same moment!
Jiang Bixue fought one against two, and the outcome gradually became clear.
Although these two disciples of Wanmiao Temple possess earth-level martial spirits, their realms are still far different from Jiang Bixue.
Even if Jiang Bixue didn't use her martial spirit, she could easily crush the two of them.
"This sword is for your master, and it is for your unclean hands and feet, for tainting the people!"
Jiang Bixue slashed out with two swords in succession, cutting off an arm of the two men respectively.
"This sword was made for my master to kill you for speaking freely and not knowing what is good or bad!"
Two rays of sword light flashed past, and the mouths and tongues of these two people were all cut off by the sword light.
"This sword cuts you off as a human being, but you don't have the slightest bit of shame!"
Jiang Bixue's last two sword slashes passed directly across the faces of the two men, leaving an indelible scar on their faces.
In just ten seconds, the two previously arrogant and domineering disciples of Wanmiaoguan fell to the ground, dying, with a look of fear on their faces.
Jiang Bixue looked indifferent, and blood was dripping from the sword.
"Tell me, who is your master who taught you such a traitor!" Jiang Bixue scolded, the sword has already fallen on the young man's throat, and he can kill him at any time with one sword.
When the people around him saw this scene, they were all shocked, with disbelief in their eyes.
"I...I read that right! This girl...actually...hurt them like this?"
"Oops! People from the Wanshen Sect are definitely coming soon!"
"Little brother, take your wife and run away. Although you are powerful, you are definitely no match for the Wanshen Sect. If you don't leave, none of you will survive!"
Many people were still kneeling on the ground, looking at Ye Yun and Jiang Bixue in fear.
It's too late to say it, but it's soon!
At this moment, a vicissitudes of voice suddenly came.
"You bastard, who dares to hurt my disciple?"
Before the person arrived, a sharp sword made of flames suddenly penetrated the sky, shot from a distance, and hit Jiang Bixue directly.
Ye Yun just glanced at it and ignored it.
Jiang Bixue did not hesitate at all and immediately released her martial spirit.
Behind him, a phantom of a goddess with a cold air suddenly appeared!
Three soul rings, earth-level martial souls!
This is Jiang Bixue's martial spirit - the Frost Queen!
"Ice Shield!"
Jiang Bixue immediately activated the ability of the ten-year martial spirit - she could condense ice at will.
In an instant!
Frost appeared out of thin air and gathered into an ice shield, blocking Jiang Bixue.
The flaming sword fell on the frost shield. Although it melted the frost shield, the heat also completely disappeared.
The owner of the voice arrived, landed smoothly, and was wearing a gray robe. He was a gray-haired old man, with a face full of anger at this moment.
"You are so brave, how dare you hurt my brother...Bixue?" The old man was suddenly shocked when he saw Jiang Bixue.
Jiang Bixue frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then cupped her hands and said, "Greetings to the second elder!"
This old man is the second elder of Wanmiao Temple.
"Bixue, what are you doing? These are your junior brothers and sisters! What happened to make you hurt them so seriously?"
When the second elder saw that it was Jiang Bixue, he did not immediately become angry, but asked coldly.
Ye Yun showed a sneer. When others saw this scene, they thought it was the second elder who was thinking about his old relationship.
In fact, Ye Yun could see a little fear in the eyes of these two elders.
Because the realm of this second elder is only the second level of martial arts, which is even one level lower than Jiang Bixue's.
Obviously, this second elder knew that Jiang Bixue's master had passed on his cultivation to Jiang Bixue, and now he was afraid of Jiang Bixue's strength, so he did not dare to act rashly.
"Second Elder, these two bully the market and prey on the common people. Since you say that I am their senior sister, it is reasonable to teach them a lesson, right?" Jiang Bixue responded coldly.
Jiang Bixue knew in her heart that these two people were doing evil in this Wanmiao City. Judging from the situation, it didn't happen in a day or two. The second elder must have known about it.
Now that you are asking this question, you still have to see how the second elder responds.
"Bullying the market? Is there such a thing? Come, I ask you, have my two disciples ever preyed on you?" The second elder's eyes were cold and he looked around at the kneeling people.
The people who were kneeling around them lowered their heads when they saw the second elder brought in, and their bodies were trembling.
When they heard these words, they all said tremblingly: "No, no! Wanmiao Guan loves the people like sons, how could he prey on us?"
"That's right! The immortals of Wanmiao Temple are all good people."
"It's...it's our fault that we failed to make the immortals happy."
After hearing these words, the second elder nodded with satisfaction, looked at Jiang Bixue, and asked with a cold face: "Bixue, this situation is different from what you said. Do you have to pay for hurting my disciple?" An explanation?"
"You!" Jiang Bixue looked at the group of people around her and gritted her teeth.
Ye Yun didn't know when, he had already sat at a table in a stall, drank wine by himself, and said something coldly: "This man, sometimes he kneels for a long time, and he really thinks he is It’s a dog.”
When hearing Ye Yun's words, most people lowered their heads.
Only a little boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old stood up with a trembling body, pointed at the second elder, and accused with tears streaming down his face: "It's you! You are a bad person too!"
"Sister was captured by you a few days ago and she hasn't come back yet!"
"Your Wan Miao Guan is not a good thing!"
"You bastard!" The second elder's face darkened, and he stepped towards the little boy in an instant, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Although the little boy was very scared, he still opened his eyes wide and shouted in a childish voice that was very harsh: "It's you! You are all bad people! It wasn't like this before. When the great elder was here, That’s not the case! You are all bad people!”
Just when the second elder was about to slap the little boy on the head, Jiang Bixue came with a sword and blocked the second elder's palm with his sword.
The sword was sharp, and the second elder did not expect Jiang Bixue to take action against him. He was forced back for a moment, his palm was cut open, and blood flowed.
