"Yan Feilou, what do you mean?" Yun Chongxiao asked sternly with a frosty face.
"Yun Chongxiao! Do you think you are a good gang leader?" Yan Feilou took a step forward and asked in a resounding voice, "From the beginning to the end, over all these years, do you really think you are a good gang leader?"
“This…” Yun Chongxiao was speechless for a moment.
"In fact, I have always respected him. When Jianghu was first launched, when everyone's martial arts couldn't even kill a few beasts, you were already the best in the world. It was because of your existence that the entire Ming Cult was united and Longmen became what it is today. But what have you been doing in the past few years?"
"Besides your own martial arts, what else do you care about? You don't care about the Jialan Temple gaining a foothold in the northwest; you don't care about the changes in Luoyang and the change of the Wu Zhou Dynasty; you still don't care about the internal strife of the Great Ming Sect... You are obsessed with practicing your damn Ming Shen Wu Dian all day long. What on earth makes you the leader of our Ming Sect and the leader of Longmen?"
Yan Feilou snorted coldly at this time, but raised his eyebrows and said, "Xun Zi said that water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. People in high positions are responsible for the lives and property of millions of people, but when have you ever shouldered such a mission?"
Yun Chongxiao remained silent. He silently glanced at all the disciples present and saw the Golden Lion King Haolie among the Four Dharma Kings, the Green Thunder Sword King Tiandi Leiming, the Black Robe Bat King Jifeng, the Laughing Maitreya among the Five Scattered People, the Seven Wound Fist Panda Guest, and even the flag bearer of the Five Elements Flag... Those brothers who had fought side by side with him were all standing behind Yan Feilou.
An extremely lonely feeling spread wildly in Yun Chongxiao's heart, as if in such a big world, he was alone.
“Zheng!”
A clear sound of sword ringing suddenly rang out, followed by an unparalleled sharp green sword light that broke through the gap and shot straight towards Yan Feilou across a range of several meters.
The sword came too suddenly and too fast, and the surrounding Ming Cult masters had no time to rescue them. Fortunately, Yan Feilou was able to hold the position of the Ming Cult's Left Protector of Light, and his martial arts skills were by no means ordinary. He waved his folding fan quickly, and immediately a stream of aura was released into the air and spread freely.
Great Shift of the Universe!
Many of the Ming Cult disciples present recognized this technique of guiding the qi and moving the palace, and they immediately exclaimed in amazement. This Great Shift of the Universe is also a unique skill of the Ming Cult. When Yan Feilou used this skill, it immediately gave a boost to the disciples of the Ming Cult and made them feel more confident.
But confidence and strength are not related at all. Yan Feilou's Great Shift of the Universe has only been practiced to the first and second levels. It is much inferior to Ren Ya's Heavenly Demon Field. How can it stop Zhou Yi
Zhou Yi just shook his wrist slightly, and the green sword light that came across the sky was immediately divided into three, taking Yan Feilou's upper, middle and lower three directions into the attack. No matter how powerful his Qiankun Great Shift was, it would be difficult to block it all!
Yan Feilou was horrified, knowing that this move was impossible to resist, he had to retreat quickly. However, no matter how fast a person was, he could not be faster than the Green Water Sword in Zhou Yi's hand. With a flash of green light, a cold iron sword was pressed against Yan Feilou's throat, and a little bright red blood seeped out from the place where the tip of the sword touched the skin.
"Wang Zhe, what do you mean?" The Golden Lion King shouted loudly but did not dare to move lightly.
“If you know what’s good for you, release Yan Zuo Shi. Otherwise, we will make you pay!” The man who spoke was Panda Guest among the Five Loose Men. He was fat, but his Seven Injury Fist was extremely powerful.
Zhou Yi snorted coldly, slowly held Yan Feilou hostage to his side and the other Mingjiao disciples, and put about half a meter away from him. He said, "You want me to show off? Come up if you dare! I'll see who dares to move today. I'll chop off your Yan Zuoshi right away. Do you dare to bet?"
"You little brat, if you dare to touch our Yan Zuo Shi, we will kill you at the end of the world..."
"Swish!" The sound of a long sword cutting through flesh was suddenly heard, and a bloody ear flew in front of a group of Ming Cult disciples. Then, Yan Feilou's heart-wrenching cry echoed over the entire Holy Fire Hall.
At that moment, more and more disciples of the Ming Cult gathered in the house. Holding the bloody severed ear, Yan Feilou roared ferociously: "None of you can think of... ah!"
Zhou Yi pushed Yan Feilou to the ground, stepped on his knee, and with a sideways kick, his leg twisted and deformed with bones sticking out, broken.
The entire Holy Fire Hall was in an uproar, some shouted to arrest him, some shouted to beat him up, some shouted to punish him according to the family law, etc. Zhou Yi looked at these people and smiled: "You idiots, you really don't understand at all!"
"You think Yun Chongxiao is obsessed with martial arts and neglects the management of Mingjiao. The development of Mingjiao lags behind, making you feel that the benefits you get are less. You want to change a new leader, a leader who can get along with everyone and work hard to govern the country?" Zhou Yi said as he stepped on Yan Feilou's head and twisted it hard. He glanced at him with disdain and said, "Is it this waste?"
"But have you ever thought about why the Longmen Mingjiao can have the current momentum and be ranked as one of the three major gangs in the world? Not to mention the distant Jialan Temple, which is also isolated in the northwest. I know you look down on them and say that they are a second-rate gang and not worth mentioning, but have you ever thought about where this confidence comes from? Ah? Who of you can tell me?"
Zhou Yi's words were so powerful that the entire Holy Fire Hall fell into silence. This question was like a heavy punch to the heart of every member of the Ming Cult. The Jialan Temple was the leader in the domestic gaming guild industry. In terms of manpower, financial resources, and management, it seemed that Longmen did not have the confidence to surpass them in every aspect.
So where does the confidence to regard the Jialan Temple as second-rate come from... ... ..
“Of course it’s Yun Chongxiao! You bunch of idiots!” Zhou Yi almost roared out the name, “In the martial arts world, force is respected at all times. I thought you had a decisive master who could compete with Xiao Qianjue and Murong Chunqiu for the world. Otherwise, with just a bunch of trash like you, you are not even worthy of carrying shoes for the Jialan Temple!”
"There is always a shortage of people like you! You don't dare to take things from outside with real knives and guns, and you only dare to target the people around you. Why, your family and relatives around you won't beat you to death, you bully the weak and fear the strong, bully the good and fear the evil, and you are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything! Today, you bunch of losers did such a thing! Yun Chongxiao thought you were brothers in the gang and could only swallow his anger, but I am different."
“Zheng!”
The Green Water Sword suddenly made an extremely violent sword sound, and the cold light suddenly increased by several points, making Zhou Yi's handsome face even more terrifying.
"Today, I will kill everyone at Guangmingding!" (To be continued)