Quickly wear the salted fish and don’t lie flat

Sang Ye sneered in his heart, jumped up, and faced Zi Lie directly with his palms facing each other. The wind of the palms instantly blew away the Zijiao Sect disciple next to them. Sang Ye landed firmly on the ground, and Zi Lie took a dozen steps back abruptly, blood surged in his chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Unable to hold back anymore, he spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees, and looked at Sang Ye in horror, never expecting that this boy could have such terrifying cultivation at such a young age.

If Sang Ye knew what he was thinking, she would proudly tell him that her aunt has a golden finger!

Even the senior brother with the highest level of cultivation was no match for this person. All the Zijiao Sect disciples present looked at Sang Ye with fear in their eyes.

Sang Ye walked toward Zi Lie with a smile on his lips, while the disciples of Zi Jiao Sect climbed up from the ground with difficulty and stepped back step by step. No one dared to take a step forward.

A flash of fear flashed in Zi Lie's eyes, but he forced himself to stare at Sang Ye.

Just when Sang Ye was three steps away from Zi Lie, a voice carrying strong internal energy sounded.

"Please, little friend, be merciful!"

Sang Ye stood still, raised his head and looked straight ahead.

An old man wearing purple robes and a purple jade crown flew over.

The disciples present knelt down and shouted: "Great Elder!"

The great elder stood in front of Zi Lie, looked at Sang Ye with a smile and said, "I wonder why my little friend came here this time?"

Sang Ye took a few steps back, took out the greeting card from his arms, and sighed: "Junior acted according to the rules and handed the greeting card respectfully first, but your Zijiao Sect's concierge spoke rudely to the junior and even pointed swords at me. , the junior had no choice but to walk in by himself."

The Great Elder looked at the trembling concierge disciple who was kneeling on the ground outside the gate, and apologized: "It's our Zijiao Sect who didn't treat us well, I hope you can forgive me."

Sang Ye chuckled: "I'm sorry we can't talk about it. As long as we don't start fighting or killing each other if we disagree, it's fine. I'm also surprised, junior, why do all of you Zijiao Sect members have such evil spirits? Can't you all just talk to each other?" "

"Of course, if you really want to learn from each other, junior can also accompany you to the end. Just don't ask junior for compensation afterwards."

The Great Elder had already seen that Sang Ye was not here to cause trouble, and besides, it was the Zijiao Sect that was at fault in the first place, so he smiled and said, "I wonder if you are here, little friend?"

Sang Ye cupped her hands at him and said, "This junior's surname is Sang. I'm here to pay a visit to Zi Jiaoyue, the eldest daughter of the Zijiao Sect."

The great elder narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Sang Ye with a bit of evil in his eyes.

"My dear, forgive me, our Zijiao Sect has always been at odds with the person named Sang. I have offended Duo just now. I wonder why my dear, you want to come to visit our eldest lady?"

Sang Ye sighed and said, "I just wanted to ask about some old things."

The Great Elder rubbed the hilt of the sword in his hand and said in a slightly lower voice: "Who are you from Sang Kongcang?"

Sang Ye stood upright, looked at him steadily and said, "It's my father!"

Swah——

The sword in front was pointed at Sang Ye again, and the great elder also turned cold.

"I'm afraid my little friend's request today won't come true. We, the eldest lady, don't see anyone named Sang! Please leave as soon as possible!"

Sang Ye sighed again, wondering why it was so difficult for her just to meet someone.

He shook off the soft sword in his hand, his voice became a bit colder, and he raised his eyes to look at the great elder.

"What if this junior insists on meeting me today?"

The great elder flipped his wrist and said with murderous intent in his voice: "Then ask the sword in my hand if you agree!"

Sang Ye chuckled: "Haha... then come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, both sides made moves at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the masters exchanged more than a hundred moves. Everyone was dazzled and did not see clearly how the two sides moved. Seeing that their elder was defeated, they retreated. After more than ten steps, he covered his chest and looked at Sang Ye who was still standing there without moving a bit with a pale face.

The great elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and said angrily: "Is this my friend determined to become an enemy of our Purple Dragon Sect?"

Sang Ye casually shook the sword in his hand and chuckled when he heard the words: "Old man, didn't you just say that? Your Zijiao Sect has always been at odds with people named Sang. It just so happens that my surname is Sang, so it's a feud. ! How can we become enemies again?"

The great elder said angrily: "You..."

Sang Ye said indifferently: "Today, I must see Zi Jiaoyue. How many masters do you have in Zijiao Sect? Just shout out all of them. Let's decide the outcome and fight quickly. Don't come one by one. It’s a waste of time!”

The elder's hands were shaking with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

Sang Ye said helplessly: "Old man, it's not me who is arrogant, but my good words and good attitude. You are all pretending not to see like you are blind! Then I can only be tough!"

"Old man, do you still want to fight? If not, then I will continue walking in!"

Saying that, he walked away, one step - two steps - three steps -

A somewhat ethereal voice came over.

"Let him in!"

Sang Ye paused slightly and looked up to the left.

What can the great elder do?After being defeated again and again, he could only say in frustration: "Follow me!"

After saying that, he threw up his sleeves and strode away.

Sang Ye clicked his tongue twice and followed up under the looks of the Zijiao Sect disciples who wanted to kill but were afraid.

All the way to the backyard garden, Sang Ye saw a beautiful woman in purple clothes with a hosta in her hair sitting in the pavilion.

The great elder snorted coldly and turned away.

Sang Ye walked to the pavilion and performed a junior salute.

"Junior Sangye, I have met my senior."

Zi Jiaoyue chuckled, looked Sang Ye up and down and said, "Brother Cang should only have one girl on his knees."

Sang Ye straightened up, sat on the stool next to him, looked at his father's former confidante, no, maybe his beloved, and smiled: "In order to make it easier to travel around the world, I dressed up in men's clothing."

Zi Jiaoyue looked at the place between Sang Ye's eyebrows that looked like Sang Kongcang, her heart ached, and there was a hint of sadness on her face that she couldn't get rid of.

"What are you here for?"

"I want to ask about some old things."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zi Jiaoyue's eyes: "Old things? That's right. Your father and I can only be considered old things! Now that he is dead, my heart is dead, the relationship is over, and the yin and yang are separated forever. Can’t see you again!”

Sang Ye looked at Zi Jiaoyue who was heartbroken and said softly: "Senior, I want to know what happened back then!"

Zi Jiaoyue suddenly raised her head and stared at Sang Ye, with a bit of madness in her eyes.

"Back then? Do you still have the nerve to mention those days? If your Sang family hadn't forced you to die, how could my brother Cang stay in that damn Changxin Escort Bureau? He is a martial arts genius with extremely high attainments in martial arts. Given time, he will definitely Be famous all over the world! Become a great hero!"