Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

As soon as Ye Feng's voice fell, a sudden sound of running came from far outside the door, and three factotum disciples rushed in.

The first one is Ren Guofei.

"What's the matter, senior brother Ren?"

Their faces were uneasy. There were still many footprints on their bodies and their clothes were torn. Seeing this, many people were worried.

"Younger martial brother ye, it's bad. Younger martial sister Ning Zhen... They were detained by the netters, and several martial brothers were injured by them. The three of us ran out while we were running around. Go and have a look."

"Snare? How can they know?"

Ye Feng's face sank. The sales objects selected this time are basically old customers from the last time, and there are a large number of people who are not local yuan Zongwu, and the transaction is very secret.

Even if it is found, the reaction of the net can not be so quick.

"I saw Zhong Ziqi's excrement stirring stick. He stayed with those people. This month, Zhong Ziqi took his friends to sweep the floor here. Maybe... He did it."

When it comes to Zhong Ziqi, the three are all angry.

Just now they were beaten. Zhong Ziqi and his group of external disciples fought the hardest.

"Shit, it's too much to deceive people. Why can't we sell it? Fight with them!"

"Yes, we can't let people bully us anymore. It's a big deal to fight a fish to death and break the net. No one wants to be better."

Hearing Ren Guofei's explanation, all the other factotum disciples in the hall were angry and stood up with fists.

A month of devil training has greatly changed their energy and spirit, and also stimulated the temperament of these people.

A pair of blood red eyes stared at Ye Feng and waited for Ye Feng to speak.

Boom!

One punch hit the table. Ye Feng waved to the people and said in a cold voice, "I want to see what kind of net the net is, whether it's their tenacity or the bones of our martial brothers!"

"Go and have a fight with the net..."

"Brothers, copy the guy and fight!"

At Ye Feng's command, dozens of people roared like wolves, and rushed out of the door one by one.

Under the leadership of Ren Guofei, a large group of people rushed across the square, followed by Guan Buyu, who looked gloomy.

"Eh... What's the matter with these factitious disciples?"

"Why is it like eating thunder and fire, full of gunpowder?"

The murderous spirit like the wind made the disciples who passed by one after another look sideways.

"It can make these shrinking turtles angry. I don't know what happened."

"However, the three people behind the team... Have a strong momentum and a bad look. Did the factotum disciples invite them to support them?"

"It seems very powerful..."

All the people I saw along the way were whispering. The factotum disciples had a low sense of existence in the Diyuan sect and had always been the object of being squeezed. Even the chief Tu in charge of them usually had to swallow it.

Today, these factotum disciples rioted, and the sun came out in the West.

"Let's go. Maybe there will be a good play. Let's go and have a look!"

Driven by strong curiosity, many martial artists chose to follow behind the sweeping door to have a look.

If it was really a fight, such a large-scale group fight would probably attract the attention of the sect elders, so they didn't get too close, but chose to hang behind.

Many people noticed something was wrong when they followed the factotum disciples all the way. Their route was clearly straight to the inner courtyard.

The factotum disciple went to the inner courtyard angrily. Is this a rebellion?

After turning a few corners again, there was a sudden noise in front. A large group of people were gathering at the entrance of the inner courtyard, and people made a noise from time to time.

"Isn't that Zhong Ziqi?"

"Something's wrong. The engraver in black clothes in the middle seems to be... Master of SNARE inscriptions, green Zhenyi..."

See clearly the flickering figures in front, and a trace of strangeness appeared on the faces of the martial artists who came to see the excitement. The destination of these people sweeping the door was obviously the location of Zhong Ziqi and Qing Zhenyi.

"I wipe it. It won't be the leaf maple... Who provoked the net."

"It's really possible that this new lengtouqing... Came out to sweep the floor door and annoyed Zhong Ziqi. If he even provoked the inner door, it would be the old longevity hanging... It's too long."

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"Kneel down! Kneel down!"

"Plead guilty quickly, younger martial sister yuan. For your sake, as long as you plead guilty, you can leave."

Amid the chaotic noise, the crowd suddenly shouted.

The two groups of people confronted each other.

On the side with a large number of people, most of the inscriptions are in the clothes of the inscriptions master. Even if they are not the inscriptions master, they are also disciples of the inner sect of Qingyi.

In particular, the first young man, with his eyes as bright as a knife and his golden badge on his chest, was lifelike. The arrogant atmosphere revealed made other onlookers subconsciously avoid a few steps.

It is the head of the snare, the inscription master qingzhenyi.

On the side of the group, Zhong Ziqi, together with more than a dozen external disciples, is shouting.

Compared with them, there are seven or eight floor sweeping sect factotum disciples, almost all of whom are disheartened and have scars on their bodies.

Yuan Ningzhen, standing in the front, held a spirit sword and glared at qingzhenyi, Zhong Ziqi and others.

"You guys are brave enough to snatch food from Luo Qingzhen's mouth?"

"Now I'll give you one last chance to hand over all the inscriptions, kneel down and plead guilty. It's all from the same clan of Di yuan clan. My lord... I can spare you one time."

A cold and arrogant green vibration clothes, squinting his eyes and disdaining to say.

"Bah, when did you stipulate that inscriptions can only be sold by your net, and we have to hand over all inscriptions and kneel down to plead guilty? It's just... Bullying others."

Wang Yuwei had blood on his mouth and a mouthful of red saliva nailed in front of qingzhenyi, and shouted defiantly.

"Bullying others?"

"How about bullying others? The inscriptionist has his own rules. If you want to blame, blame you for being just a garbage factotum disciple. When you are strong, you can take revenge on me. I welcome it."

With a mocking smile in his mouth, Qing Zhenyi waved calmly, turned to Zhong Ziqi and said, "younger martial brother Zhong, since they don't want to kneel down and plead guilty, please do it on your behalf."

"Beat them, don't you want to dirty my green vibration clothes hand?"

"Ha ha... That's..." Zhong Ziqi said with a grimace and flattery: "elder martial brother Qing, as a master of inscriptions, his hands are used to engrave inscriptions. Naturally, it's very precious. Younger martial brother is willing to do it for him."

With that, he threw an ambiguous smile at yuan Ningzhen and told the left and right: "except for sister Ningzhen, all the others will beat me until they kneel down and kowtow."