Leaf Queen

Chapter 370 Shen Xue (2)

The companion beside him helped him out, "Murong Che, you lost. According to the agreement, you will not interfere with our cultivation in the future."

Murong Che's face was completely gloomy, and he swept towards his companion behind him, "Go ahead, beat these beggars to death!"

The young man standing beside Ye Ming was shocked, "Murong Che, you don't mean what you say."

Murong Che pursed his lips, "For rubbish like you, you don't have to keep your word, why not?" He swept his companion behind him sideways.

Those people laughed wildly when they heard this, "Okay, Murong Che gave us a start, then kill this group of trash, anyway, they are all poor boys with nothing, so you don't have to take responsibility if you kill them, let's go together."

A group of people swarmed up and surrounded the dozen or so disciples of the Ji family, and a unilateral torture began.

Jian Zhu couldn't bear to see it, and asked Ye Li tentatively, "You really don't want to help?"

"You like to do what is right so much?" Ye Li's expression showed no joy or anger.

Jian Zhu said awkwardly, "But aren't they very helpless? If we just watch like this, won't it be too unreasonable?"

"They have hands and feet, and their strength is obviously higher than that of Lin's disciples, but they are willing to be humiliated, and they don't resist themselves, so why are we meddling?" Ye Li's tone was slightly cold.

Jian Zhu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, "That's right, just now Ye Ming instinctively hurt Murong Che badly, but because of his momentary soft-heartedness, he only poured water all over Murong Che's body, obviously because of fear and Murong Che's family background."

"His background is very strong?" Ye Li tilted his head.

Jian Zhu leaned his arm on Ye Li's shoulder, half-closed his eyes, "It's pretty tough, it's a first-class family in the hidden world."

The two chatted one after another, completely undisturbed by the tense atmosphere and the smell of blood wafting from their faces.

But Yunyin, who had been paying close attention to the battle situation, was not calm anymore. There were screams in his ears, his face turned blue, and he threw a magic ball of light from the great magister, and the group of besieged teenagers were immediately shaken away.

Yunyin quickly stepped forward and helped Ye Ming, who was the worst beaten, up. Looking at his injuries all over his body, he frowned, "Can you hold on?"

Ye Ming looked at Yun Yin, nodded palely, "Thank you..." A trace of blood flowed down his lips.

Yunyin became more and more angry, and coldly glanced at the group of Lin disciples, "What are you doing? Fighting privately, ordered by Lin Feng?"

"Who are you?" Murong Che stepped forward with his chin raised, trying to be arrogant, but the companion beside him pulled him at the right time, "Don't mess with him, his name is Yunyin, the eldest disciple of Fengyan in Yunchu Pavilion."

Murong Che was slightly taken aback, but felt weak at this moment, couldn't hold back his face, and became more arrogant, "What's wrong with the eldest disciple of Yunchu Pavilion? I'm still the eldest disciple of the Lin family. No matter how good Yunchu Pavilion is, it can compare with Tianling Village. Where did you come from, tell me where I'm going, don't get in my way!"

Yunyin sneered, "Do you want to fight with me? Head-to-head, or in a group?"

"The tone is not small." Murong Che's competitive spirit was completely ignited by Yun Yin, and he transformed into a long sword casually, and stabbed Yun Yin's throat.

With one hand behind her, Yunyin flicked her sleeves without even blinking her eyes, and threw out her gold-type magic skills. Murong Che was hit, and with a muffled grunt, fell to the ground.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Yunyin looked away calmly.

Murong Che stood up with the support of his companions, and looked at Yunyin in shock, "You are... the great magister!"

"Are you blind? This is the second time our Yunda geniuses have made a move. Not only is our strength rubbish, but our brains are flawed, and we dare to imitate others in fighting. You are looking for death!" Jian Zhu crossed his arms, stepped forward with a sarcasm, and played again. His poisonous tongue magic.

(End of this chapter)