People's voices of advice came one after another, saying they were for Ye Hui's own good, but they were like a red-hot iron, causing Ye Hui's skin and flesh to sting and his soul to ache.
Why…
Why did everyone tell him to admit defeat
Why can't he persist
No matter if he is underestimating his own abilities or if he is insignificant and ridiculous, he doesn't want to admit defeat! !
Not willing to admit defeat at all! !
Seeing Ye Hui covered in wounds and blood, Ni Shaoyao felt so happy that she wished Yan Suiming could beat Ye Hui to death like this!
But for the sake of her own image, she couldn't say such things.
On the contrary, Shen Fei on the side saw what Ni Shaoyao meant, smiled evilly, and shouted loudly: "Ye Hui! How long do you want to linger like a bed bug? Do you think this will make our senior brother soft-hearted and let you win? What? Dream on!"
Such insults made all the Soul Fighting Sect disciples tighten their eyes and look up at the shouting man.
At first glance, I realized that this person wasn't Shen Fei who went to the White Rock Ghost Land with them
Damn it!
They were considered friends, but he was so despicable, stabbing Ye Hui at this time? !
Seeing Lu Jiuque and Shen Li looking towards him, Shen Fei became even more proud.
He didn't like them when he was in Baishi Ghost Land. He obviously had the essence of fire, but he was unwilling to keep warm with them and let them suffer the cold pain.
This Ye Hui is even more hateful. In order to protect Lu Jiuque, he will not back down from them.
It's best to die here like this!
If he doesn't die, he won't mind giving him a ride next time he meets him!
"Look at you, hahaha, you look like a dog. Come on, bark a few times. Maybe our senior brother will be merciful and let you linger? Otherwise, you will be disabled, which will not be beautiful! Hahahaha !”
The rules only say you can't kill people, they can't say you can't destroy people!
It's normal to lose arms and legs in a fight, isn't it? !
Under the influence of Shen Fei, the disciples of the Mingjing Sect began to ridicule, laugh, speak nonsense, and do their best to insult.
Those obscene words made the disciples of the Soul Fighting Sect boil with anger and made the audience look at each other. Even the representatives of the four sects were stunned.
Zuo Lengyang squinted, looked at the tea cup in his hand and said, "Mingjing Sect... will this pass?"
The Peak Master of the Bright Mirror Sect lazily raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Your Excellency Wuma didn't say anything, which means this doesn't violate the rules."
Yes, as the arbiter of this duel, Wu Ma Jian didn't even reach it, Zuo Lengyang couldn't speak even if he was angry.
This tall man in a cloak seemed not to have seen such a cruel and bloody scene, and just sat motionless in the distance.
If he wasn't still breathing, they would even think it was just a sculpture!
hateful!
"Pfft... cough cough..."
Ye Hui, whose body was in dilapidated state, was already a little blurry. Blood was stained on most of his body. His clenched teeth began to loosen, but his red eyes were still locked on his target. Once again, he was weak again. He raised his fist...
As this fist falls—
"Ye Hui—"
Such a cry was so familiar that it came from the person he wanted to pity in his heart.
Ye Hui's heart suddenly tightened, as if he was tightly grasped by something, and it hurt...
Xiao Jiuer…
what do you want to say
Do you want me to give up too
Are you going to tell me cruelly that my overestimation and my clumsiness are ridiculous