"Finally, please advise those people in the committee to carefully analyze the situation and not always regard themselves as the funder of investment. This is not an investment, but no choice. ∽↗∽↗, I allow them to slut like they want, but you have to tell them that if a mosquito bites me out of the bag, even if it is a harmless minor injury, I will kill all the mosquitoes I see!"

At the end, Zhou Yi's raised palm clenched into a fist.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Yi, can I understand your words just now as a threat to the Qingcheng Supreme Management Committee?" Ning Daozi's eyes were solemn.

"It's advice, or you can understand it as sympathy. It's whatever you think, but I think you two are definitely smarter than Qingyi, because you have the most basic humility, and I think that's the case."

After leaving this sentence, Zhou Yi came down from the Wangxiantai and returned to Qingcheng Gate.

Seeing Zhou Yi walking away, the real person of Dadao said helplessly: "I'll just say, how could he care about Ye Junchou, a person who was instantly employed? And you know that he was blocked by Qingye and the others yesterday. The three golden elixirs were destroyed and it was like playing. How much money could Ye Junchou's golden elixir be worth?"

"His threat is just showing that he is afraid." Ning Daozi's brows pressed down, his face sinking like water.

"So that's why I can't communicate with you in some places." Dadao Zhenren said seriously, "Your brain has been assimilated by Qingyi and the others' thinking. You always think that the louder you are, the less confident you are, and the more scared you are. Let me tell you this. If Zhou Yi is a murderer and you are not a policeman, what will happen if you make him scared and threatened?"

Ning Daozi understood what Dao Zhenren meant and said coldly: "How did he know that I am not a policeman?"

"Because he is scared! He is still afraid and he cares if you are a policeman? Think carefully about what he said just now. The police should have guns to subdue criminals, right? What do you have? What does Qingcheng have? What to deal with him? If you really scare him without being a reason for your strength...Brother, you want to start again."

The face of the Dadao Zhenren was a little impatient. His eyes passed through the Qingcheng Gate. He happened to see Qingyi watching everything below in the Xianyun Attic.

"Anyway, it depends on Ye Xiaochai's battle. If Zhou Yi defeated Ye Xiaochai, even if the committee insisted on listening to Fang Laoqi's tricks and following Lingjiao Palace, I wouldn't be fooled. No matter how powerful that woman is, you have to think about it. Zhou Yi has not yet achieved the Golden Pill!"

Ning Daozi was stunned. The last sentence of the Dadao Zhenren completely awakened him. Zhou Yi has no golden elixir yet, which is also the general crisis that the committee believes is. If he is deposed without the golden elixir, what's the point?

But if he thought from Zhou Yi's perspective, if he had this sense of crisis, he would have been in seclusion long ago, or would have hid with a cauldron no matter what, at least when the golden elixir comes out, it would be impossible for him to organize Qingcheng sword fighting here leisurely, and always consider the gains and losses of Qingcheng. But he had never considered it from Zhou Yi's perspective.

Only when you have the strength can you come out to wander. If you don’t have the strength, you will have already disappeared in this battle, so how could you come out to preside over the sword fighting?

"I'll think about what to say to Qingyi." Ning Daozi thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at the direction of Xianyun Pavilion. Qingyi closely followed the direction of Doujian Island, including Zhou Yi, and the two of them.

"It seems that Zhou Yi said something amazing to them!" Qingyi sighed, and he could see the clues from the dynamics and expressions of the two.

"I also believe that Ye Junchou is not Zhou Yi's opponent."

He said in his heart.

"But the old man Yuan believed in these things at all, but the woman from Lingjiao Palace! I hope Ye Xiaochai will come and if Zhou Yi wins, he can hit them."

Everyone has their own difficulties, and the contacts are different, and the trust they win in the end is also different. Qingyi knows that he is unable to prove to the committee, so he can only speak with facts.

I heard the rumors that Ye Xiaochai had already fought with Wei Bei with the sword. It seemed that the Niu Mo from the Southern Continent had a little advantage. Zhou Yi, who had no relics of the Golden Immortal, was very dangerous for Qingyi to think about it...

Under the Qingcheng Gate, when the sword fighting officially began, Zhou Yi directly asked a Qingcheng disciple to get him a magistrate chair, sat aside, shaking his palm-leaf fan to rest and cool off. When he was not required to appear, the entire Qingcheng sword fighting fighting was very leisurely against Zhou Yi.

As the morning began, a cloud ran across the mountain gate in front of Qingcheng Mountain, and a pair of hemp shoes fell silently in front of the two NP disciples guarding the gate.

"I dare to ask about the name of a fellow Taoist, which sect or sect."

Two disciples stopped each other.

"Fuluoye, Ye Xiaochai."

The owner of the mao shoes bowed and folded his hands to return the greeting. The scattered green hair fell down, a little wild, but his tone was more restrained. After the greeting, he handed over the jade slip token.

When the two disciples opened their eyes, one of them hurriedly stepped forward and took the jade slip.

"Please wait for me to report to the elder."

After the disciple left, a ray of light flashed down soon in the sky.

"Long time no see Brother Ye."

The silver-haired Liupo walked up to him with a laugh and greeted him enthusiastically.

"You are actually here?" Ye Xiaochai couldn't help but frown. "I remember you are not the only one in Niuzhou in Xihe. No matter how bad it is, it must be Qingye, right?"

Liu Du did not take Ye Xiaochai's tone to heart and said calmly: "There is no way. Xiaoyaozi is still in Wuzhuang Temple. This is not a joke. The battle is so powerful that the Arhat and the ancestors cannot draw anyone out, so they called me over."

"Xiaoyaozi?" Ye Xiaochai shook his head and said, "He only uses those methods, it doesn't matter if he uses too much. I won't mention it anymore. I don't know who comes back from Di Jun."

"Di Jun led people to collectively fight against the last tripod for the Golden Pill and other people, and this time the sword fighting has given up." Liu Du said what he knew.

"how so?"

Ye Xiaochai rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, then I'll visit one by one after another. First, I will complete this task. My mission is to completely defeat the heroes of the good and evil in Qingcheng Fighting Sword, defeat at least one or more senior level np, and finally defeat the host of Qingcheng Fighting Sword, your mission."

Liu Du smiled: "I am the same as yours, but I don't have that hope. This kind of thing can only be left to you. If we have to fight the sword at that time, just leave me a face."

Ye Xiaochai nodded. He and Liu Du were not close friends, but there was nothing that could not be agreed to in such a trivial matter that could be easily captured.

"There are some stronger people, even the Zhou Yi mentioned by Wei Bei."

After the two of them talked, Ye Xiaochai closed her eyes and stood in front of the mountain gate as if she closed her eyes to rest. However, the calm heart began to stir up layers of waves, and his fingers couldn't help but start to tremble. He only looked at the appearance, and no one would associate him with a mad cow. (To be continued...)
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