Qiye's words were like a huge rock thrown into the lake, causing an uproar in an instant.

Even You Jiuling, who was watching the show, couldn't help but show off her teeth.

This kid is so fierce!

"Arrogant!"

The first to speak was the Holy Son of Destroying Love.

His face was as cold as frost, unlike Qiye's coldness that seemed to have nothing to do with anything. His face almost lost human emotions, and his eyes were like stones, without any emotion.

But this was just caused by the martial arts, and his heart would still be angry.

After all, practicing demon skills is not about practicing yourself into a stone man.

What is a demon? The ultimate devil is a demon.

Some monks who like to play the trick of destroying love and dying are some who think they are transcendent to the world.

Although the other six saints and saints did not speak, their position had already reflected their attitude.

Even the Saint Yin Wuhen, who was longing for Qi Ye, was frightened by the little hen. He hid behind the saint who looked coldly at him just now, and did not dare to help speak.

"Do you have any objection?"

Qiye's face was not moved, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

There are very few things in this world that can move him.

"I……"

The Saint Son of Destroyed Love was about to speak when he felt the warning signs in his heart beating wildly. He didn't have time to say the second word, and he moved his wrist and lifted the sword backwards, pressed it on his elbow, making a blocking shape.

At the same time, three feet outside the body, a layer of purple-red Qi Qi is blocking the body.

Sure enough, a blood-red handprint fell from the sky the next moment.

Bang!

It sounded like a heavy hammer hitting it, but the Holy Son of Destroying Love felt like a mountain had fallen.

He couldn't help but groan.

It felt like the internal organs were put into a roller, and they were stirred up in a mess, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged into my throat.

Then with another click, the blue bricks under the feet of the Saint Son of Mieqing cracked, and one of his legs knelt directly on the ground, smashing a big hole, and the cracks spread like spider webs.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the suffocating pressure slowly dissipated.

Then I heard the words that were enough to remember him for a lifetime and were extremely sad and angry:

"You deserve it."

I saw Qiye withdrawing his palm and seeing the scarlet color slowly disappearing.

His movements were light, as if he had just slapped a mosquito, instead of making a demon sect kneel down and vomit blood with one move.

puff!

With such contempt, the Saint Son of Destroying could not help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

He had long heard that Qiye was promoted to the throne with his strength and defeated the Holy Lord of Butian. However, hearing is false, seeing is true.

If he was to be a dwarf out of thin air because of a rumor, he would be ashamed of his hard work for so many years and would be sorry for his reputation as a holy son.

But now after understanding it, he suddenly understood a truth.

That is, people are different.

Above geniuses, there are monsters.

Obviously, Qiye is this monster and it is absolutely unreasonable to judge it.

"Now I'll give you a chance to call your elders over here, otherwise the Emperor's Temple would probably shed some blood today."

Facing the seven saints, Qi Ye stood with his hands behind his back, and the wind blew his cloak like a ball of beating flames, trying to devour everything.

Qiye's words are very arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. In short, it's okay to give him all the inflated words.

But with the unlucky son of Destroy Love, the other saints measured each other's strength in their hearts.

Well, let's ask for advice next time.

But they still didn't move.

If they were scared by Qiye like this, they would obediently follow his instructions.

Then not only will he always be short in front of Qiye in the future, but he will also violate the instructions of his master, and he will not be able to bear the punishment afterwards.

They were not Qiye. They said they would draw the sword in front of the Holy Lord Butian, and then they lay down the trunk of the Holy Lord Butian.

Although they also have this idea, the key is that their strength does not allow it.

So it's still silent for gold.

They didn't believe that Qiye dared to really attack the seven of them, and if they really wanted to fight, they would fight less, and then the situation would be different.

However, some people are looking for off-site aid:

"Old You, Qiye is exercising martial arts in the Emperor's Temple. As a temple guardian, shouldn't you be in charge of it?"

The innocent expression of the White Lotus Saint's soft and weak look inspired a person's desire to protect himself.

You Jiuling was unmoved.

He is so old that he has seen many witches, demons, and the White Lotus Saint who have seen these tricks cannot confuse him.

But what she said makes sense.

The Emperor's Temple is a place to worship the Demon Emperor. It has a solemn atmosphere and no martial arts are allowed.

If you break the rules today and want to be followed again in the future, it will be a bit untenable.

As we all know, the first time is the most expensive.

You Jiuling thought for a moment, but still stopped Qiye and said with a dry smile:

"Qianye, you have to calm down. Otherwise, just talk to these people. If you have anything you want to say, it will be the same if they go back and tell them."

Qiye glanced at You Jiuling, and a black sword shadow seemed to flash by in his eyes.

"You want to stop me?"

You Jiuling's back was cold because of this glance.

He thought to himself, this should be the rumored Heavenly Sword?

It is said that after this sword was taken away by Qi Ye, it was refined into the body with pure magical intentions, and it had become one with him, with a greater power than ordinary divine weapons.

Therefore, even though Qi Ye's realm has not reached the highest level of master, the Tianjian is in his hand, and the challenge is as simple as drinking water and eating.

This is also the reason why You Jiuling is willing to make a verbal promise to Qiye.

Qiye's growth potential is really too high.

When Qiye breaks through the realm of the supreme master, he is probably the second Xie Shisan.

And now Qiye cannot be underestimated.

So……

You Jiuling coughed twice, turned his head and looked at the White Lotus Saint, and shouted in a low voice:

"Little Bailian, it was obvious that the Saint Son of Butian and the Saint Son of Mieqing were out of the friendship between the same family. They had a very good skill and couldn't help but talk for a while. How could it be said that they were using martial arts in the Emperor's Temple?

And with me guarding here, who dares to use force casually?

Do you have ulterior motives for slandering the Holy Son of Bu Tian and the Holy Son of Destroying the Demon Emperor's sleep?

Or do you have any objections to me and want to punish me for being dereliction of duty?"

You Jiuling was glaring at him with a beard and staring at him, and it seemed that was the case.

The Saint of White Lotus originally wanted to see You Jiuling and Qiye meet, but unexpectedly the war will burn on her in a flash.

While feeling a little bit in her heart, You Jiuling became more and more timid as she got older, she showed a decent smile on her face and explained:

"No, I..."

"What am I?!"

You Jiuling's eyes were wide open, looking heartbroken:
Chapter completed!