In the trial hall…
A lot of people who came here to take the mission looked over.
The young man of the Zulong clan tried to pull his hand out with red eyes, but Ye Zichen's hand was like a pair of pliers, clasping his wrist tightly so that he couldn't move.
"God, let him go."
"I don't know how confident people are now. If they don't agree, they will do it. You let him go, let me beat him up, and let him know the dangers of this world."
"Really, he was the one who provoked it first, and finally he got angry."
"What's this about..."
"Oh yes, this is incompetent rage!"
Monroe carried her small hands behind her back, and her small mouth turned to look at the youth of the Zulong clan with disgust in their eyes.
"You are really courting death!"
The youth of the Zulong clan angrily scolded, and his leg kicked sideways, and he kicked up.
"Do it?!"
Ye Zichen squinted his eyes and smiled, in his eyes, this Ancestral Dragon Clan's kung fu is not even entry-level.
Full of flaws!
The palm grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, gently lifted his leg and kicked his left leg, and the Ancestral Dragon youth jumped straight into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
"Pfft..."
"I can't stand still, and I still want to fight with people."
"Young man, go back to Zaza Mabu, and practice the next game, I even look down on you, a little..."
Xiao Mengluo stood behind Ye Zichen and stuck out her tongue. The young man who fell to the ground blushed and turned purple. He saw his limbs suddenly exert force, and the whole person swirled and flew like a top, and his right leg was swept down like a whip.
From start to finish…
Ye Zichen didn't even move, and didn't have any intention of making a move.
"That's it!"
At this moment, the old man who was standing at the entrance of the stairs did not know when he appeared in front of him, and easily held the whip leg of the Zulong youth.
"This is the trial hall, not a place where you can make trouble."
"Yes, Tang Lao." The Zulong youth lowered his head silently, and the old man also looked back at Ye Zichen, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the little girl behind him, "Your sister... You discipline me well, although the trial Private fights are not allowed in the hall, but the words she said are also not allowed."
"Hey, are you a little too partial!"
Meng Luo stared reluctantly and said, "It was obviously he who took the initiative to provoke us first, why didn't you tell him. Don't we deserve to be bullied by your Ancestral Dragons? Can't we refute it?"
"So when you insulted him at first, I ignored him."
The old man's tone did not waver, and he silently glanced at Ye Zichen again.
"Don't make trouble."
"Yes, senior." Saluting the old man, the old man disappeared suddenly, and immediately saw that he had returned to the seat in front of the stairs dozens of meters away.
"It's really bullying." Meng Luo pouted.
"It's fair, little Mengluo... Your eldest lady's temper needs to be changed." Ye Zichen touched his head, but didn't say too much.
Monroe has been the little princess of Lingtu's blood since she was a child.
Sometimes speaking and doing things are indeed more powerful, and these are unavoidable things. This time is also the first time for her to leave Yinxing. It is impossible to eat a fat man in one bite, just teach her slowly.
"Is there justice?"
Meng Luo could not listen to the old man's words, but she trusted and agreed with Ye Zichen.
"Yeah, this salted fish provokes us, and then you said him, that senior didn't care." Ye Zichen said with a smile, Meng Luo frowned, "But this salted fish did something to us, he didn't care at first. It doesn't matter."
"Maybe that senior thinks this salted fish is humiliating himself."
"Ow, that's what it is!"
The old man sitting in front of the stairs rarely looked up at Ye Zichen and the others, and slowly shook his head. As for the Ancestral Dragon youth standing one meter away, he listened to Ye Zichen and Mengluo talking about him one by one, and in the end, he also pointed out that Sang and scolded Huai by the way and said that he was humiliating himself.
He couldn't stop shaking from anger, and his palms clenched hard.
"Wait, I, Luo Sheng, remember you." The young man stretched out his finger and scolded, Meng Luo immediately shrugged and rolled her eyes, "Xian Yu introduced himself to us."
"Let him say it, if this salted fish doesn't report to his family in advance, he may not have the chance to say it in the future." Ye Zichen spread his hands and said, "How pitiful, give him a chance... By the way, what is his name? What, Luo?"
"Carrots? I used to like carrots, but I suddenly don't like them after hearing him say it."
"That can't be done." Ye Zichen frowned, "The little white rabbit can't stop eating radishes, so let's change his name to the spinning top. It was spinning very fast just now, and it's a little twitchy at first glance."
"Ah? Didn't he change his surname? His father would agree?"
"Shh! Where does he have a father!"
Ye Zichen and Meng Luo just sang together like this, and the old man sitting at the entrance of the stairs couldn't help coughing.
It's obvious what this cough means...
Warning once!
Don't go any further, you've hit the bottom line.
Ye Zichen glanced at the old man subconsciously, and immediately waved his hand at Luo Sheng.
"Top, we remember you. Don't stand here stupidly. It's useless for you to stand here. If you kneel, we might reward you with points. Begging, you can't stand."
"Dare to say what your name is?" Luo Sheng angrily scolded.
"Me?" Ye Zichen shrugged and smiled, "I don't dare, I'm too timid, but I'm old and bold, and I have the ability to go to him."
"Who!"
"Shihong!" Ye Zichen shrugged without blushing or panting, "My boss is Shihong, you'd better kowtow to me now and apologize, or my boss won't let you go."
"Shihong, your boss is Shihong, okay!" Luo Sheng nodded vigorously.
"Don't be nice, if you don't kowtow to me, just wait, my boss can kill you." Ye Zichen pouted, Luo Sheng raised his finger and pointed at Xin Zhao, "You let him come, boy... I remember You, and your boss, wait for me."
Between the words, Luo Sheng stared at him and left the trial hall with a wave of his hands.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Mengluo pouted.
"The salted fish ran away, and sure enough... This salted fish likes to speak harshly and then flee."
"What should I do if I don't run, do I stretch my neck and wait to die?" Ye Zichen shrugged and smiled, and the chatter at the stairs couldn't help coughing again.
Ye Zichen hurriedly grinned at him and touched Mengluo's little head.
"Meng Luo, don't talk about salted fish."
"Look at that old grandpa, he coughed several times."
"Yeah, the old man's health is too bad." Mengluo's eyes lingered with worry, "I shouldn't die, I won't cough up blood, so pitiful... At such an old age, I still have to go out to work, As a watchman in the trial hall, the child must be very unfilial, I won't say it... Grandpa will cough again in a while!"