A few dozen feet away, those indifferent eyes bloomed with purple-gold light, which was breathtaking, followed by a breath like the vast sea, oppressing them.
Ji Yiyun's body swayed, and his figure disappeared from the spot. In an instant, his figure spanned a distance of tens of feet and appeared in front of a group of people.
His tall and slender figure remained unchanged, but in the eyes of a group of people, he seemed to be rising infinitely, towering into the sky, like a god, looking down at those who criticized him.
"Do you have any objections to me?" Ji Yiyun spoke again. The powerful aura from his body spread overwhelmingly, oppressing the world.
His voice, which was not loud, sounded like thunder in the ears of a group of people, deafening. His body was as high as the sky, like a god king descending to the realm to shout at the sinners.
At this time, those who made rude remarks were so fascinated by the Yaoguang Saint that they suddenly became excited, their bodies trembled, and they all woke up.
"What... do you want to do?" Standing at the front was a young man in gorgeous blue clothes. Faced with Ji Yiyun's overbearing question, he involuntarily took a step back.
Soon, he came to his senses. He was timid before fighting, which made him embarrassed, and his face suddenly turned red and white.
"You ask me what I want to do? Haha..." Ji Yiyun suddenly laughed and said, "I should be the one to ask you this!"
He glanced at the people present, but ignored Feng Huang, as if this woman did not exist in his eyes, and turned a blind eye to Feng Huang's direct gaze.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ji Yiyun looked at the Yaoguang Saint in the crowd, his eyes slightly focused, as if with a warning.
The restless young man in blue had calmed down at this time. He seemed to want to regain his position after being embarrassed in front of the two beauties, and said bravely: "Saint Son of Yaochi, I know you are very strong, but Qishi Academy Killing is prohibited within the territory, please don’t mess around!”
"Yes! It will do you no good to take action here. Not to mention the seniors of Qishi Academy, even the heroes from the five realms who come to Qishi Academy to practice, some of them can suppress you!"
"That's right! Xiang Yufei, the emperor of Zhongzhou, Qi Lin, the southern demon of the Demon Emperor's Palace in Nanling, Wang Teng, the northern emperor of the Wang family in Beiyuan, and Xi Bodhisattva Jue Qing of the Western Desert Buddhism, all of them are not first-class heroes, they can only If you abide by the rules of Qishi Academy, can you still be better than them?"
"Holy Son of Yaochi, we advise you not to make mistakes. Anyone who can come to Qishi Academy to practice is not a genius or monster. We all represent a holy place!"
Ji Yiyun's domineering behavior aroused the nerves of a group of young heroes. They were afraid of the consequences and spoke out one after another in order to save face.
Among this group of flower guardians, although the outstanding disciples of the Great Sect account for the majority, there are also a few who are the sons of the Holy Land. In the eyes of most people, the Holy Land and the aristocratic families are actually on the same level.
However, in fact, the Jida Holy Land, the Jida Family, the Jida Dynasty, etc., the forces that possess the Great Emperor's scriptures, secrets, and the Jida Emperor's weapons are the forces that stand at the top. If they really want to show their true strength, Those so-called holy places and aristocratic families are not even worthy of carrying their shoes.
Moreover, today is different from the past. Ji Yiyun is no longer the fledgling young man he was when he first came to the Beidou Star Territory. Without the help of external forces, the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness has long been unbeatable. Even if the five regions of the Beidou Star Territory are younger, Among his generation, he also stood at the top.
"Are you the new Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land?" Ji Yiyun's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the young man in purple next to the young man in blue. "We all represent the same Holy Land," is what he said. .
"It's me! What all the comrades said is true. Do you want to be enemies with all of us here?" The Holy Son of Zifu waved his sleeves and stepped forward, passing the young man in blue, and said proudly: "Seeing that we are both Holy Sons For your own sake, I advise you not to make a mistake and apologize to all your comrades!"
"Is that all you want? You want me to apologize?" Ji Yiyun raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled, looking at the person in front of him as if he were a fool.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He took a step forward, looked at the Holy Son of Purple Mansion expressionlessly, and said, "Hello, Holy Son of Purple Mansion! Others say that your former Holy Son of Purple Mansion Holy Land was weak and pitiful. Like a little chicken being slaughtered by Ye Fan, we are both the Holy Son. I don’t agree with this statement. I agree with what you said and respect each of you. I can. @
Apologize to you! "
When Fenghuang heard Ji Yiyun say these words, a look of surprise appeared on his face. According to her understanding of Ji Yiyun, it was impossible for him to say such words. The young heroes present were more powerful than the Golden-winged Xiaopeng. Worse, what made him say such a thing?
After being warned by Ji Yiyun's eyes, the Yaoguang Saint did not continue to act like a monster. She was a little surprised when she heard this, but she knew Ji Yiyun better than Feng Huang, so she was not surprised. She smiled charmingly and waited for the rest of the story. Update without error@
"Saint Son of Yaochi, you are wise. Otherwise, if you offend us, even if Yaochi Holy Land protects you, you will not be able to move even an inch!"
"There are several holy places among us, but you only have the Yaochi Holy Land. Why are you fighting with us? This is the price you pay for ignoring us!"
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion and the young man in blue smiled when they met each other, and scolded Ji Yiyun in an educational tone.
"Saint Son of Yaochi, please apologize!" A group of outstanding disciples of the great sect echoed.
Some people are just mean. When you talk to them kindly, they will think that you are easy to bully and they will take advantage of you. They don't know who gave them the courage.
"Then! Can you please kneel down and kowtow to me? I advise you not to be ungrateful!" Ji Yiyun stepped down and the place shook.
At this time, the wind stopped, the air solidified, and a terrifying aura swept over and enveloped this place. The figures of Yaoguang Saint and Fenghuang disappeared in the eyes of a group of young heroes, and the stone forest and Gobi Desert also disappeared.
Everything was invisible. Ji Yiyun's towering body filled their sights. They were in awe and could not help but surrender. They knelt down and kowtowed to Ji Yiyun.
A group of people fell into an illusion, with various expressions on their faces, including fear, pain, despair... and other emotional fluctuations.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
In one breath, a group of people knelt down and kowtowed to Ji Yiyun wordlessly. Their bodies were shaking involuntarily, as if they had encountered something terrible.
"Hmm... what's going on with these people?" The old man in purple who was guarding the passage to the Holy Land naturally saw this scene. His eyes fell on Ji Yiyun through the image, and said to himself: "The Holy Son of Yaochi?"
Ji Yiyun felt something, looked up at the sky, nodded, did not take action, took a deep look at Yaoguang Saint, said nothing, turned around and took a step back to the edge of the strange stone where he was standing, his momentum was restrained, and the power of oppression disappeared without a trace. Without a trace, he continued to study the traces of the sages' enlightenment and ignored Feng Huang from then on. .
