"Spitting blood?" Ye Qingluo smiled calmly.
"I'm curious. Those people who seem to be in their 30s and 40s have personally said that there are several types of Gu poison in the second stage of the selection of the saintess. Even they don't know how to cultivate and cure Gu poison. You How did a fourteen-year-old girl answer that?"
Ye Qingluo pointed to those who belonged to Miao Rongrong's followers, smiled and rolled her eyes: "So, I also suspect that you have colluded with those people to get the subject of the selection of the saint in advance, and then let those People, deliberately transferred all the suspicion of cheating to Yiyi to confuse the public."
Ye Qingluo's words, word by word, were very firm.
Ye Qingluo's aura was already strong.
It is also a serious appearance, and the words that are spoken make people believe it.
Miao Zhilian blushed immediately, her eyes were red: "You are talking nonsense! I have been familiar with Gu art since I was a child, so I am very clear about things like Gu art! And Miao Yiyi, who was born by a mother but not taught by a father The waste is different!"
Miao Zhilian is still young.
She was trained as a candidate for a saint since she was a child.
Naturally, he is proud and arrogant.
How can they tolerate Ye Qingluo's slander.
Immediately, he was so angry that all his rationality disappeared, and he began to speak indiscriminately: "Miao Yiyi cheated, and you want to drag me into the water? What evidence do you have to say that I cheated! Why do you say that I cheated?! You rely on Emperor Zun My lord? Without Lord Regal, what are you!"
Miao Zhilian's words caused Miao Xuedan to shake off her hand immediately and shrink back.
Ye Qingluo was obviously protecting Miao Yiyi.
Ye Qingluo also obviously wanted to deal with Miao Zhilian.
If she helps Miao Zhilian, she might get into trouble.
The moment Miao Xuedan left her behind, Miao Zhilian regained some sanity.
Think of what I just said.
Immediately his face turned pale.
Subconsciously, she looked in the direction of her parents.
But, my own family turned their eyes away one after another.
Obviously, he was planning to give up on her.
Miao Zhilian's heart seemed to be firmly suppressed by something.
Make her breathless.
Moreover, Ye Qingluo didn't give her a chance to breathe.
"Evidence or something... Since they don't think they need it, they don't need it." Ye Qingluo tilted her head with a smile, and looked in the direction of Miao Rongrong's followers, "After all, don't you Miao people just believe in it? You just need to open your mouth. Is everything true? I'm just following the Romans."
Immediately, those clamoring ethnic groups also calmed down.
They looked at Miao Zhilian, and then at Miao Yiyi.
Immediately, he turned his head, looked at Miao Rongrong's party members and the others, and then at Ye Qingluo.
For a while, I didn't know who to trust.
Ye Qingluo's smile was very light, without any emotional ups and downs: "But... apart from the 'single stupid' folk customs of your Miao people, there is one more thing that is worth thinking about."
She raised her eyebrows, her gaze was like a torch, and she stared straight at the selection stage, where the two judge elders with ugly faces spoke clearly, word by word.
"You Miao people, if you don't trust your elders so much, why do you have to go to such lengths to organize a grand ceremony for the selection of saintesses?"
The complexions of the Miao people completely darkened.
The elder judges couldn't sit still, stood up, and was about to speak.
The girl's clear voice sounded again: "If you trust me, why do you think that you will reveal the subject of the selection of the saint?"