Ten minutes later, ye Ziheng and others came to their position. Several disciples came forward and helped ye Ziheng open the door.

But ye Ziheng didn't even have time to open the door, but a disciple had already come to ye Ziheng's way.

"Hello, elder martial brother Ye."

Ye Ziheng looked at him and nodded.

"What can I do for you?"

Seeing that ye Ziheng asked, the disciple didn't say much, so he went straight to the way.

"Do you want to send all the disciples of level one and level two back home?"

As soon as this was said, all the disciples present were stunned and looked at ye Ziheng one after another. Their eyes were full of panic.

Obviously, many of the soldiers present were not aware of the situation, otherwise they would not show such an expression.

"Yes, I want to dismiss them."

Ye Ziheng also did not have the slightest intention of concealing, very simple reply way.

"Why."

The disciple asked, in a tone like questioning a prisoner, which made ye Ziheng in a bad mood.

"Are you a disciple of that sect? What status? "

Ye Ziheng did not immediately answer his question, but first asked.

The disciple seemed to hear something in ye Ziheng's words. He frowned and looked at ye Ziheng, but he still said without fear.

"Xianhe gate, the core disciple of wupinjing, is strictly guarded."

The disciple said word for word, with a great momentum of fighting ye Ziheng to the end.

After hearing this, ye Ziheng showed a faint smile.

"Wupin state, have you ever learned from others? Or a real knife and a real gun? "

Shoushou nodded his head.

"Yes, I've been fighting with cult disciples for half a year. My accomplishments are directly from four grades to five grades."

After hearing this, ye Ziheng nodded with a smile and then asked.

"Can you tell me how many cult warriors you can kill in a minute?"

Yan Shougang didn't seem to hear the meaning of Ye Ziheng's words at the beginning. He only felt that ye Ziheng was trying to provoke him. He said with a cold hum.

"One minute, hum, one knife, five or 60 at least."

"What about the second grade?"

"Less, but at least 40 people can be killed."

At this time, ye Ziheng showed a smile and then asked.

"How long can 1600 people kill?"

After listening, he was about to say something, but before he could say it, he suddenly realized what he was doing. He turned his head and looked at the thousands of disciples behind him. He was silent for a long time.

"Your cultivation of five levels. Nearly 60 first level martial arts practitioners can be killed in one minute. As far as I know, there seems to be more than one person in the opposite Wupin state, and there are even higher level seven level states. I don't know if there are any other high level martial artists on it. But no matter whether they have them or not, I only know one thing. If these first and second class warriors are allowed to go to the battlefield now, they will not live for three minutes. "

After listening to ye Ziheng's words, he was completely silent. Indeed, in the eyes of high-level martial artists, these first-class and second-class cultivation disciples are just like mole ants. They don't even need to spend much effort. They just need to wave their hands gently to kill all of them.

Ye Ziheng, as a martial artist with nine grades and standing at the top of the world, understands the inferiority of these first and second grade disciples in the eyes of high-level martial artists.

In a word, if he wants to kill all the disciples of level one and two, one minute is enough for him.

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