Thinking of this, he looked at Jun Changxiao who was chatting and laughing with City Lord Han, his eyes flashing with complicated colors.

When the terrifying palm print was pressed down, he actually stood in front of him. If he died, wouldn't he worry about the Eternal Sect falling and scattering?

Or.

Is the life of his disciple really that important to him that he cannot allow others to hurt him in the slightest?

When Jun Changxiao led a large number of disciples to kill Jihan Palace, Ye Xingchen once thought about how this reckless behavior could become a big deal in the future. Until just now, in the thin line between life and death, it seemed that he understood a lot in an instant.

"Junior Brother Ye."

Su Xiaomo smiled and said: "Do you want to continue fighting?"

Ye Xingchen looked at him, looked at Li Qingyang and others, and said secretly: "This sect leader and these fellow disciples are really... annoying."

"brush!"

He turned around, pointed at the disciples of the Proud Holy Sect, and said: "Trash, come and fight!"

…

Through the clouds and mist, through the sky, in the palace that seemed both real and illusory, a graceful figure leaned lazily on the throne and whispered: "With his character, he can condescend to the sect. That is really strange."

Woolen cloth."

"My lord."

A man in black suddenly appeared and said: "The people from the Realm Hall ask you to explain why you want to take action in the lower realm without permission."

"You noticed it so quickly?" The graceful figure murmured: "Fortunately, I didn't take action again, otherwise I would have been deliberately made difficult by a group of old antiques."

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Chapter completed!