The leading historian, with an upright face, was extremely serious.
He looked at Ye Qingluo expressionlessly, and his voice was like frost: "Ye Qingluo, you are from the realm of Nirvana, and your profound level cannot exceed the load of the realm of Nirvana."
Ye Qingluo lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time.
The chief historian frowned, his imposing manner and majesty intensified a little bit invisible: "Ye Qingluo! My history is talking to you, how dare you ignore my history?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
Whether it was the royal army or the dark forces, they were all overwhelmed by the team of thirty people.
Which side is this team helping
The powerful and fierce aura on them is obviously... stronger than the two people from the upper three realms before!
"That girl's aura... her aura..."
Suddenly, Mu Xiao stared at Ye Qingluo with a startled old face.
After the words came out, he realized something, immediately closed his mouth, tightened his white eyebrows, and looked at Mu Lie.
Mu Lie nodded, with an extremely dignified expression.
Of course, even Mu Xiao stopped his voice in time.
There were still a lot of onlookers, and they all heard what Mu Xiao said.
Immediately, everyone's attention shifted from the thirty people to Ye Qingluo.
Seeing this, everyone was terrified.
The red vortex under Ye Qingluo's feet gradually dissipated.
Her body slowly fell from mid-air to the ground.
At this moment, the arrogance all over her body also lost its initial flamboyance and wantonness.
It's just like…
The inflated balloon was lightly pricked by someone.
Suddenly, it's gone.
What happened to Ye Qingluo
How could she suddenly... suddenly lose her fighting spirit
If... If Ye Qingluo wanted to admit defeat, wouldn't all of them...
"The night is clear!"
The historian standing behind the head historian walked out of the team quickly.
He raised his hand and pulled Ye Qingluo's shoulder, his voice was extremely majestic: "Since you are so uncooperative, I will take you back to the Balance Dungeon and torture you severely for the strange power in you!"
"Pfft—"
An unstoppable clear laughter interrupted the dull atmosphere at this moment.
The girl who had been lowering her head slowly raised her head.
At the same time, when the historian reached out and touched her.
Her footsteps moved slightly.
The figure has already moved away, five steps away from the historian.
"You!" The official historian looked sullen, unable to believe that he let a little girl from the lower realm escape his hand
Ye Qing twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically.
Gu Pan's eyes were fixed on the official historian.
At this time, the red vortex around her had completely dissipated.
Her charming eyes have also returned to their usual color.
On that stunningly beautiful face, there was a hint of sarcasm.
The voice is clear and sweet, but the words that come out are extremely sharp: "What does the burden have to do with me? He wants to take my life. Could it be that I can't fight back?"
Ye Qingluo laughed again, pointed at the wolf holy law, and then turned to point at the gang mask beside him: "Isn't it a balance historian? Then, the dark forces use the realm of Nirvana to try to invade the Xilan Continent, control the realm of Nirvana, and hurt With so many innocent young profound practitioners involved, why haven't you the balance historians come forward?"
The chief historian's face darkened, and there was a chill in his calm and cold eyes.
Ye Qingluo was fearless, and said with a sneering smile: "Don't put on a righteous look in front of me, you can't solve the things before me, what right do you have to accuse me... of breaking the balance?"
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[I'm so sleepy, I'm still writing]