Ye Yuelan seemed to be laughing, and seemed to be mocking: "The Ziwei Sect has no ability to find someone, but the ability to get people off is very good! Brahmacharya, who knows the appearance, let me let go. Otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Fan Xing was angry: "Ye Yuelan, you have also captured my people. If you really want to change them, you can change them all!"

Ye Yuelan smiled, his voice flutteringly: "You think so beautifully! You caught one of me and I caught four of you. If you change all of them, wouldn't I suffer a loss?"

As he spoke, countless people appeared in the air one after another.

Behind Ye Yuelan were the soldiers of the Ye clan, all of whom were black-clothed and black armor, bright armor, and as cold as a knife. There were about a hundred people.

They escorted four disciples of Ziwei Sect. Jun Feise recognized one of them, who was actually the instructor in charge of those new disciples. The other three were very popular, but they must also be elite disciples of Ziwei Sect.

In the clouds behind Brahmacharya, the Ziwei Sect's tribes also appeared, all wearing the pale white robes of the disciples of the Ziwei Sect, with a total of three or four hundred people. They also held one person.

When Jun Feise saw the man clearly, he held his fingers slightly!

It's a black and white priest!

Unexpectedly, she would fall into the hands of the Immortal Brahmacharya.

The black and white priests obviously suffered a great loss, their hair was scattered, their clothes were stained with blood, and they were held by two people, and they were unable to stand firmly.

The two sides confronted each other in the air, and it was clearly black and white.

In terms of number of people, the Ziwei Sect still has the advantage of the number of people. But the Brahma Xing did not dare to be careless at all.

The men and horses brought by Ye Yuelan are the capable forces of the Ye clan. They are all good at fighting and can block ten.

Although there are many elites in the Ziwei Sect he brought out, there are also many slightly ordinary disciples. If it really fights, it is hard to say who suffers more.

Besides, this place is an ordinary human territory. Once it is really launched here, I don’t know how many people will become cannon fodder for this battle.

People within a radius of hundreds of miles will be affected!

Ye Yuelan also clearly knew his concerns, so he smiled more gracefully and happily: "Brahma, my deity's patience is limited. If I don't let anyone go, I don't mind fighting with you here."

Fan Xing's face turned blue: "Then how do you let me release my disciples from Ziwei Sect?"

Ye Yuelan smiled so hard that the mountains and waters were warm and said lightly: "If you want me to let all the people go, you have to agree to the two conditions."

Brahma took a deep breath: "What are the conditions? Let's talk about it first."

"You can exchange one for one first. If you want to get back the other three wastes, you have to exchange for the lives of the person who injured the black and white priests!" Ye Yuelan offered his own conditions.

The whole audience fell silent.

Fan Xing said angrily: "You have hurt my people too!"

Don't think he is blind. You can't see that the four captured disciples of Ziwei Sect were all seriously injured...

"Well, my people are more precious than yours." Ye Yuelan's voice was still light: "There is only one condition, and you can exchange the lives of three people with one person's life. Brahmacharya, you are still very cost-effective."

He glanced at the four captured disciples of Ziwei Sect again and smiled slightly: "I saw these four people with tender skin. It should be good to take them back and peel them and make them into drums."

What he said was light and changed the face of the people on Ziwei Sect.

The four captured people were even more nervous and pale, as if they had been peeled off...
Chapter completed!