“If the Xuantian Sect wins, then nothing will change.
If the Demon God Sect is even better, then I will also have a chance…”
“Fuck! Gu Ran, you dare to say this again and try again”
Jiang Xing’s pair of eagle eyes stared at Gu Ran like electricity, and a cold sword light appeared in his eyes, and the killing intent was revealed from his bones.
“Well, Elder Jiang, are you still obsessed with the so-called difference between righteousness and evil?”
Gu Ran turned his head and sneered disdainfully.
“Gu Ran, you old man, courting death!”
“I’m planning for my sword tomb for thousands of years…”
“All right!”
No wait: Gu Ran continued to argue, but the sword master Zhou Wuya suddenly interrupted.
He stared at Gu Ran indifferently: “Elder Gu, speak carefully about this matter!”
“…”
Not only Zhou Wuya, but the rest of Jianxin Hall also looked at Gu Ran with bad eyes.
There are some things that everyone knows in their hearts, but they can’t say them.
Besides, Sword Tomb and Xuantian Sect have always been on good terms, and it can be said that the past dynasties have acted like a younger brother.
2’s role, although the tomb of the sword does not want to get rid of this embarrassing identity position, but it must not be at this time.
Gu Ran also realized that his words were too urgent, and immediately shut up.
The atmosphere in Kenshin Hall suddenly fell into embarrassment.
At this moment, the restriction of Jianxin Hall fluctuated for a while, and then Ye Ling’s figure gradually came from the door.
“…!”
The moment they saw him, everyone present, even Gu Ran, who was arguing about sending Ye Ling away, couldn’t help but look awe-inspiring and showed a respectful attitude.
– This is the basic etiquette that the weak must have for the strong.
Facing Ye Ling, even if they were the rulers of the Holy Land, they were still weak.
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Chapter [-] Prelude
“I have seen Holy Master Xuantian.”
Everyone in Jianxin Hall saluted at the same time.
“I have seen the sword master and all of you.”
Ye Ling smiled back and bowed.
The atmosphere is a little relaxed.
With a wave of the sword master, a seat suddenly appeared behind everyone.
“It’s a big deal, I’m very sorry for disturbing Holy Master Ye’s rest.”
“It’s okay.”
Starting with Ye Ling, everyone took their seats one by one.
Ye Ling looked at Sword Master Zhou Wuya and said with a smile, “I just heard faintly that fellow Daoists are arguing here, is it because of some difficulty?”
“You and I are both leaders of the righteous way. If you have any difficulties, you can talk and listen. My Xuantian Sect may be able to help one or two. …,…”
Ye Ling’s words were soft and soft, making people listen to them like a spring breeze.
But as soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in Jianxin Hall were extremely embarrassing.
Especially the elder of the punishment hall, Gu Ran.
His forehead was already sweating.
He couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. Could it be that Ye Ling didn’t know what he had said? Even if the Jianxin Palace was not as good as the Xuantian Palace, it was still able to isolate the existence of prying eyes below Jiuzhongtian.
Although Ye Changge’s combat power is astonishing, but in terms of cultivation, he is only a fifth-level heaven… “Hmph, Holy Master Changge is worrying too much, just now, it’s just some villains who are just teasing right and wrong.”
Jiang Xing snorted coldly.
His tone was full of mockery.
Comparing Ye Ling’s words with Gu Ran’s words before, the contrast is too stark.
It’s just… the difference between a sinister villain and a decent gentleman.
Although most of the people in the room could guess that Ye Ling’s words were about retreating, it was a beautiful way of speaking.
But no matter what, at least Ye Ling’s attitude is very comfortable, isn’t it?
“Oh”
Ye Ling still had that gentle expression on his face, and didn’t ask any more questions.
