The decadent blood was dead, and he was torn to pieces by Xuecheng, just for a piece of copper.

This news quickly spread to every corner of the Leizi Sect. While every player of the Blood Sword Sect was shocked, he could not understand why Xue Cheng had to do such a thankless stupid thing. And they suddenly realized sadly that as soon as the competition started, the disciples of the sect had already died. It seemed that the Blood Sword Sect had already lost its situation this time.

"I'm bloody sincerity!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Xue Cheng gave a charming look at Fang Jie opposite him, then raised his true energy, and shouted loudly: "I killed the decadent Blood Young Master! If anyone is unhappy, come as soon as possible if you have sex, I will take it!"

After yelling, Xue Cheng swept his eyes and the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect who were originally ready to move shrank their heads one after another. Although if these people rushed forward, even if there were another hundred Xue Chengs, they would only be cut into pieces. Sometimes, fighting was not about the number of people, but about the momentum. When Xue Cheng's throat continued, everyone who had no confidence would not dare to come forward to cause trouble for him for a while.

After a few seconds, when he saw that no one dared to come on, Xue Cheng couldn't help but sneer and shouted loudly: "You must think that I am unreasonable. Right? It doesn't matter. I'm about to leave the Blood Knife Sect anyway, whatever you think. But what I can tell you is that I was sentenced to a master 7 or 8 years ago, killed myself, deleted the number. If it weren't for the blessing of entrusting Boss Fang, I wouldn't have stood here today!"

Speaking of this, Xuecheng's words gradually slowed down, but their tone gradually became heavier, "Ask yourself, if it weren't for the blessing of Boss Fang. The decadent Blood Young Master, who could become a disciple of the sect!? Can he become a candidate for the head!? If it weren't for the blessing of Boss Fang, the Blood Knife Sect could have been so smooth and unrestrained in recent years!? If it weren't for the blessing of Boss Fang, the senior officials of the two sects such as Wudang, Emei, Ming Cult, Ancient Tombs, and Hu Miao, would have to give us some shame when they saw us!? If it weren't for the blessing of Boss Fang, how many of you could rank among the strongest people in front of the Blood Knife Sect today? How many of them were qualified to participate in the Huashan Sword Competition once every four years!?"

After hearing this, many people present lowered their heads in shame, and they had to admit that what Xue Cheng said was true. In the past, when he was leveling outside, he did take some advantage in this regard, especially in Tongren Lane, the team of the Blood Knife Sect can almost be considered as walking sideways inside and no one dared to stop him. Isn’t this all looking at Fang Jie’s face? Perhaps it was because of the habit of becoming natural and enjoying all kinds of conveniences and benefits. They gradually forgot that these were all brought by Fang Jie, the former disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, and now the traitor of the Blood Knife Sect!

At this time, Fang Jie couldn't help but touch his nose embarrassedly. After all, in his opinion, although these words were indeed true, he didn't think so much at the beginning. Now it seemed as if the entire Blood Knife Sect owed him some favors, which made him feel a little embarrassed. Of course, he knew that Xuecheng was building momentum for him, so naturally he wouldn't interrupt at this time.

Just when everyone was ashamed, 1 Suddenly, Xue Cheng suddenly shouted and asked, "Where are the five hundred brothers who participated in the battle of Desheng Mountain?"

Some people in the crowd suddenly felt clever and responded loudly like a conditioned reflex: "Oh!"

"Me!" Someone began to respond in another direction.

"So too!" Someone raised his arms high at the end of the crowd, fearing that Xue Cheng would not see it.

"Haha, and me!"

For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole audience suddenly became active, and the reports were heard one after another in the crowd. And what is interesting is that most of these people were the four or five hundred "mouse shit" in the eyes of the decadent Blood Little.

Those players who had not participated in the Desheng Mountain battle also looked around and heard the sound. The expressions on their faces became more and more abundant, as if they were surprised, envy, and jealous. In short, they felt very uncomfortable.

In this couple, the two senior members of the Blood Sword Sect around Xuecheng looked at each other and shouted loudly in unison, "We are there!"

It would be fine if ordinary people shouted. But after these two people said, the audience was silent and they all turned their surprise eyes to the field. However, the two people looked at Fang Jie, hugged him and said, "We are brothers with broken hands and feet. We have seen Boss Fang!"

"Broken hands and feet?" Fang Jie was slightly stunned, and soon recalled the bloody and sexy scene of Desheng Mountain. The two of them became famous in this battle. In the end, they gradually became the top leaders of the Blood Knife Sect.

Before Fang Jie could speak, Xue Cheng already snorted and said, "You two have the shame to say that you have participated in the Battle of Desheng Mountain. I thought you had forgotten it long ago!"

After killing Decayed Blood Young Master, the first person to question Xue Cheng was these two people, because everyone knew the details of both sides. The only difference was that Xue Cheng was on Fang Jie's side. After Fang Jie judged the Blood Knife Sect, these two people followed Decayed Decayed Blood Young Master. If Fang Jie had not attracted everyone's attention before, Xue Cheng would not have instantly killed the unprepared Decayed Blood Young Master under the noses of these two people.

In front of Fang Jie, the two of them could only ignore Xue Cheng's sarcasm and shook their heads with a bitter smile. They seemed to want to explain something, but they felt it was a bit redundant, so they simply kept silent, just wanting to see what Xue Cheng had to say next.

Since the other party was so sensible, Xue Cheng had no reason to continue to make things difficult for the two of them. After snorting heavily, he suddenly asked loudly: "Where are the brothers who have gone down to the Tongren Lane with Boss Fang and killed the Tongren Boss?"

"I! I! I am!"

Before he finished speaking, the audience burst into a burst of shock. Among the ten thousand Blood Sword disciples, more than 90% of the people raised the blood sword in their hands with a "swish" sound. The red rice suddenly shone, killing and trolling. They were still scrambling to shout, fearing that others would not hear it. They were just envious and jealous of the players who participated in the Battle of Desheng Mountain at this time, all of them straightened their chests, as if they were returning in triumph.

"Cao, it's a pity that this kid doesn't go to be a politician!"

Fang Jie subconsciously looked around, but was excited by the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but growl: "Damn it, it turns out that these guys are all soldiers from me!"

Indeed, as long as the Blood Sword Sect players who participated in the Desheng Mountain battle have basically become middle and high-level leaders of the Blood Sword Sect at all levels. And the Blood Sword Sect players who went to the Tongren Lane with Fang Jie to kill the Tongren Wass are basically top ten experts now. They are also the core disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, and are the elites among the elites. This shocking scene is reasonable, and there is no need to make a fuss.

However, after Xuecheng's induction, everyone threw the decadent Blood Shao who was a disciple of the sect to the sky, as if time had returned to five or six years ago, a group of bloody and fierce disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, led by Fang Jie, the former disciple of the sect, killed all sides. No one dared to provoke him!

Seeing this result, Xue Cheng smiled with satisfaction and said in a slow tone: "Look at it. Look around you and see how many people have received favors from Boss Fang. The so-called grace of a drop of water is repaid, I don't ask you to repay anything. I believe Boss Fang didn't expect you to repay anything at all, but at least, you can't go against the minimum bottom line of being a human being to do the kind of kindness and revenge, right?"

"No!" Some people responded loudly.

"I can't do such a thing!" Some others snorted disdainfully.

And more people didn't say anything. They just silently put the blood knife in the Qiankun Ring and expressed their attitude with their actions.

Now, the tense scene just now suddenly became calm, and an internal strife that seemed to be unhealthy to the outside of the field was turned into something that was turned into by a few words from Xuecheng.

Seeing this scene, Xue Cheng finally put down the stone in his heart and threw a charming look at Fang Jie again. He sent a message into the secret: "Brother, I have never had a chance to repay you for so many years. This time, I have done everything I can and can do. The rest depends on yours. I believe that as long as you say a word, they will obediently withdraw from the competition."

"Thank you!" Fang Jie looked at the other party with gratitude, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

From beginning to end, only Xue Cheng stood on his side with a clear attitude in the entire Blood Sword Sect. Although even if Xue Cheng did not stand up to do such a thing this time, he was absolutely sure that he could destroy the Decayed Blood and Blood Sword Sect, which was just to spend more time and energy, but it is undeniable that Xue Cheng's appearance did help him a lot, and the price was the end of being cleansed by Decayed Blood Sword Sect after he went back. This price was not something that ordinary people could afford. A casual word from the individual competition. This time it might be realized. Xue Cheng really had to go to the Beggars' Sect to hang out with him in the future.

Fang Jie took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed the emotion in his heart, looked around and shouted to the tens of Blood Sword Sect players in the audience: "This kid Xuecheng said a lot of nonsense before, so I will just say a few simple words."

"Haha..." After hearing Fang Jie's half-joking words, the audience burst into laughter and the atmosphere eased a lot.

Fang Jie also smiled and then continued: "First, I came out of the Blood Knife Sect. Everyone knows the reason. In fact, I have no deep hatred with you. If I have to find someone to take responsibility, the Canjian is considered a person. The decadent blood is low... not enough!"

Everyone laughed again, with understanding and embarrassment in their laughter, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with Fang Jie's words. Moreover, the law did not blame the public. Even if the decadent blood fewer who were hung back saw this scene, they would probably have to pretend that they didn't see anything. After all, even if he was a disciple of the sect, he would not dare to use the strongest ten thousand people in the Blood Sword Sect.

"Second!" Seeing the laughter gradually calmed down, Fang Jie looked upright and said solemnly: "There is a saying that disaster is not as good as his family. Private grudges are personal grudges. There is no need to pull everyone to be unlucky with the Blood Knife Sect. I don't want to go to the Blood Knife Sect to slaughter the Blood Knife Ancestor again, which made everyone jump up behind me all day long to curse. I don't want the Blood Knife Sect to sink into pieces as soon as the competition starts, and let you be laughed at by people all over the world."

I don’t know why, but everyone wanted to laugh when they heard Fang Jie’s words, but they couldn’t laugh. But one thing seemed to be clear. Boss Fang didn’t seem to want to embarrass his people, and even wanted to help.

Sure enough, Fang Jie's next words solved the answer: "So, I have an idea. You might as well follow me to make a fuss in this Ming Cult base. It can be regarded as helping the Blood Knife Sect to earn some face. Remember, this face belongs to yours, the Blood Knife Sect, not the decadent and blood-less one. Also, I will make a point in advance that you don't need to think about the champion of the sect. But at least you won't be very embarrassed to be destroyed by the first group, and maybe you can even get the second and third place back. This is worth it for everyone. What do you think of this proposal?"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned. Xue Cheng, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but grin and thought that Fang Jie was playing this trick that was so fucking that he was fucking!
Chapter completed!