"It's nothing. How dare you let our disciples of the Xuanling Sect kneel down for you? You are really brave."
Ye Qingtang's tone of voice at the end of the sentence was obviously a little lower, and the trace of coldness immediately startled the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect into a cold sweat.
"No... no, it was your Xuanlingzong disciples who spoke first, and we had a conflict now." The Fengjianzong disciple bit the bullet and said, in fact, it was true.
"Oh?" Ye Qingtang glanced at the disciples of the Xuanling Sect, "What's going on?"
Qiao Mo and the others didn't dare to hide anything, and immediately told the whole process of the matter in detail.
After hearing this, Ye Qingtang glanced across the faces of the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect. Although it was an understatement, the eyes made the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect stand on end.
"So... you want my junior brother to kneel and crawl under your crotch, and then kowtow to you to admit your mistake?" Ye Qingtang said lightly, but when the words fell, her eyes suddenly sharpened.
She suddenly pulled out the Blood Fiend Sword from her waist.
The blood evil sword that had just been strengthened was full of evil aura, and as soon as it was unsheathed, it spread with a chill.
The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect saw this scene, their legs went limp from fright.
This is the strength of inner sect disciples, before they actually made a move, they already showed such a terrifying coercion, their faces turned pale one by one, and they didn't even dare to fart.
Seeing Ye Qingtang's appearance, Qiao Mo and the others suddenly felt warm in their hearts.
Thinking about the past few days, they were chased and fled like dogs by the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect. Now that Senior Sister Ye made a move, how dare the Wind Sword Sect be so arrogant to them? !
Ye Qingtang's back was originally petite, but at this moment, in the eyes of Qiao Mo and others, she was extremely tall.
"What? Bullying me that there is no one in the Xuanling Sect?" Ye Qingtang sneered.
The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were almost vomited by Ye Qingtang's arrogance, and they dared not refute half a sentence, each of them shook their heads like rattles.
"It's just a matter of small talk, how dare I keep my juniors for days, how will I settle this account?" Ye Qingtang narrowed her eyes slightly and said.
Those disciples of Feng Jianzong almost cried in fright.
Small talk
Why are you just chatting a few words? ! !
It was obviously Qiao Mo who made the move first, but how did it come to Ye Qingtang's mouth, it seems that they deliberately caused trouble
But at this moment, how could they have the courage to distinguish.
The opponent is an inner disciple, and they are not at the same level as them.
On weekdays, if they met inner disciples, who would not be respectful and cautious.
"Senior Sister, tell me...you can do whatever you want..." The disciple of Feng Jianzong was really scared at the moment.
Ye Qingtang was not in a hurry to answer, but turned to Qiao Mo and the others and said, "How are your injuries?"
Qiao Mo and the others were not seriously injured, most of them were skin wounds, but they were a little bit embarrassed by being chased. They were just about to speak, but Ye Qingtang turned her head to herself, and said to the disciple of Feng Jianzong:
"You have injured my juniors so badly, and you have delayed their return to the sect, so you must compensate them for their losses."
"..." The pupils of Feng Jianzong's eyes almost popped out.
heavy
Where is the tragedy? !
Qiao Mo and the others were also stunned.
Where did Senior Sister Ye see that they were seriously injured? !