Volume 1, Chapter 194: If you can't beat them, join them.
Before everyone could react, the three figures had already disappeared before their eyes.
And the Fengyue on the roof was listening to the twelfth elder of the Hai Sect.
I was scared out of my wits.
I was secretly glad that it wasn't me who took action.
While they were celebrating, they also mourned for the saint who should have been in the same group with them.
It's so miserable.
I saw the long street.
A deep pit was smashed into it.
The big black bull landed on all fours again.
With its huge bull head held high, its eyes were full of pride.
That's as cocky as you can be.
He also mooed twice.
But no one thought he was pretending.
After all, they really have the ability.
Ye Tingmu swallowed secretly and gave him a thumbs up.
The cow in Niupi refers to this cow.
Everything is reversed.
The saint blocked the way and was knocked away.
Such a result was not expected by the people behind the eldest prince, not even Ye Tingmu expected it.
After a while, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the deep pit created by Dahei.
Then, a figure crawled out from the ruins.
Even under the moonlight, one could still see the man's shocking wounds.
He was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled.
The chest area was so horrible that it seemed to have collapsed.
Not to mention the face, which has long been unrecognizable.
Seeing a saint in such a miserable state.
The group of people gasped again.
"He's not dead yet?"
"I'm so lucky!"
"Master, what should we do?"
A smile appeared on Ye Tingmu's lips.
"What should I do? I will kill him while he is ill. I will kill the saint today."
Without saying a word, he turned into lightning and rushed forward.
The saint just stood up.
Suddenly I felt a pain in my waist.
He looked down and saw a long sword emitting black light piercing his chest.
He stared at the scene in front of him with his swollen eyes.
It was a smiling face that was evil yet somewhat pretty.
And this person is Ye Tingmu.
He is a saint. If his dantian had not been broken by the big black bull that appeared out of nowhere, no ordinary person could have hurt him.
He raised his finger unwillingly and pointed at Ye Tingmu.
"I am a Heavenly Master, how dare you..."
He stopped talking here again.
There was only a sound of "dang".
A long knife also chopped his shoulder.
And the one who made the move was Feng He.
He turned his head and looked at Feng He.
Feng He also looked at him.
The two looked at each other.
"I you......."
"ah....."
Another long knife chopped off his head.
It hit him right on the forehead.
Blood gushed out again.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but subconsciously look at the person who made the move.
Wanjin smiled politely.
"Hehe... Master, I also want to try what it feels like to chop down a saint."
Ye Tingmu was speechless. His disciple was really...
In contrast, the saint looked as if he had lost all hope in life.
But he had no choice.
The elixir in his dantian was shattered, and he had lost all his life's cultivation.
No matter how much of a saint you once were, you are now nothing but a useless person.
But he never expected that he would die at the hands of three unknown children in this life.
This is a shame for him.
"I am a Heavenly Master..."
However, the three of them didn't care at all.
The long sword was pulled out, stabbed in, and pulled out again.
With every tug.
Blood was all over the ground.
The saint collapsed to the ground again unwillingly.
But the three people did not stop at this moment.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s afraid of insecurity or because he’s afraid that the saint is pretending to be dead.
At this moment, he is still whipping the corpse.
Big Black Bull looked at this scene and couldn't help shaking his head.
I murmured in my heart, you can’t blame me for this, I didn’t kill any living beings.
At this time, Jinghong jumped off the carriage at some point.
She rolled up her sleeves, held a small wooden sword in her hand, and strode forward with a fierce look in her eyes.
"Oh haha...I want to kill the saint too, let me poke it."
But the next second, he was picked up by Zhou Heisan.
"Little Blackie, let me go, I want to kill the Saint."
Zhou Heisan was very upset.
"Just stop making trouble. I'll let you go. Big brother will scold me soon."
The others shook their heads.
Especially Dongfang Xing, Boss Zhou and some of the detectives around him, it was the first time they saw Jinghong like this.
Naturally, I am speechless.
As expected, there is no one in the Ye family who is easy to deal with.
While other people’s four-year-old children are still playing in the mud, the children of his Ye family are already thinking about killing the saint.
There are people who raise this cow, it’s a real cow, no wonder Ye Tingmu is so powerful in Beimang City?
He beat up the Third Prince and confronted the Northern Maniac King.
If I had a cow like this, I would probably be even crazier than him.
The three of them stabbed for a full minute.
Just stopped.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, they looked like a hornet's nest.
Feng He frowned and said, "He should be dead."
Wan Jin replied: "If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely die."
Ye Tingmu turned into thunder and returned to his body, waving his hand.
"withdraw."
The poor one of the nine heavenly masters of Tiandao Academy traveled thousands of miles to Beimang City.
After being beaten by a cow for three minutes and stabbed by someone for another minute, he declared himself dead and bid farewell to this world completely.
Dongfang Xing looked at Dahei warily and asked, "Um, Mr. Ye, are we still going to Banyueju?"
Ye Tingmu also glanced at Dahei.
Then he said, "No, let's go home."
They all killed the saint.
I also went to Mao’s Banyueju.
Even if Feng Shanke came at this time, Dahei could still beat him up, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
But I don’t know what happened to Dongfang Qinghu.
I think even if I can't beat him, I should be able to run away.
What he cared about more was the duel between the Northern Rogue King and the White-haired Immortal.
And why they are called the Little Deer Saint.
He shook the blood off his clothes and got into the carriage.
He touched Guanqi's head.
This little guy's face was full of self-blame.
She felt that all this was because of her.
It was she who wanted to go to the poetry meeting, and it was because she couldn't speak and the man called her a mute that her eldest and second brothers started fighting.
Otherwise none of this would have happened.
Ye Tingmu had said long ago that although Guanqi was silent, her eyes could speak.
When she looked at him like that, Ye Tingmu understood what she was thinking.
"Don't be sad. This is not your fault. We were bound to fight sooner or later. Besides, aren't things still going well now? We are still together."
Guan Qi had tears in his eyes but did not nod.
No shaking of the head either.
As Ye Tingmu and his group left.
The twelve elders who were hiding on the eaves also poked their heads out.
One of them looked at the mess on the ground and asked, "Great Elder, should we continue chasing?"
The one called the Great Elder glared at him.
He said solemnly: "Don't call me Great Elder from now on."
"Why?"
The others were puzzled.
The Great Elder took a deep breath and said seriously: "I quit. From today on, I will sever all ties with Fengyue Tinghai Sect."
In his opinion, the bull was too fierce, not to mention Ye Tingmu and his companions, whose methods were extremely cruel.
A dignified saint was killed in minutes.
If he stayed in Fengyue Tinghai Sect, he would have to fight with the other party sooner or later.
He doesn't want to die.
The rest of the people were shocked.
Looking at the saint's unrecognizable corpse.
The expression on his face changed from gloomy to bright.
"Then I won't do it either."
"Count me in..."
"Fuck... If you guys don't want to do it anymore, then I won't do it either."
One of them asked, "Where are we going from now on?"
Faced with the question, the great elder took another deep breath.
Looking at the direction where Ye Tingmu disappeared, he said, "I want to go to the Fourth Prince and hang out with that scholar. Do you want to go with me?"
After a few people hesitated for a moment, one person took the lead in expressing his opinion.
"If you can't beat them, then join them. I agree."
"No problem"
So, Feng Yueting heard that Hai Zong had come here. The masters of the three halls had died in battle, and the twelve sect masters had rebelled. In less than two days, Feng Shanke became a commander without troops.
The first gang of northerners lost its glory and became a great legend in later generations.
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