The sound waves spread, the surrounding houses trembled slightly, and waves of dust fell from the roof.

Among the two-story building that originally belonged to the residence of the sect leader, a group of middle and senior officials of the Xieji Sect who had a considerable power could not help panic after hearing the familiar voice.

Even Jia Zhengdao is no exception.

They undoubtedly knew Ye Wugui very well. Whether it was martial arts or temperament, it was precisely because of this that they were afraid.

They knew very well that Ye Wugui would not forgive them for what they did. If it fell into Ye Wugui's hands, their best fate would be death.

That's right, the best outcome is death!

Even though they had expected that they would face Ye Wugui again, they even heard those shouts and warning voices not long ago, and they knew that Ye Wugui had returned.

But when this moment really happened, they still couldn't help but feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

There were only two people in the crowd who still had a calm expression, and they sat on the left and right of Jia Zhengdao.

On the right is Fang Zheng, the leader of the former Zhuque Hall, wearing a green robe, an emerald crown, a thin face, and a pair of ancient Jing Wubo's eyes with two long eyebrows hanging on their eyes, three long whiskers under the jaw. Just looking at the surface, it has a bit of fairy-like trait.

On the other side was a figure covered in black. His whole body was covered with only one pair of eyes exposed.

He was undoubtedly the stranger from the court that the slave said.

At this time, the others also noticed the two of them, especially when they looked at the dark figure, they felt much more at ease.

"Ahem..."

Jia Zhengdao coughed lightly and said, "Since Ye Wugui's injuries have not healed, he will come to die. Then we will fulfill his wish and send him a journey, which will not be in vain for the friendship between the same school."

"What the sect leader said is."

"Ye Wugui is injured, why are you afraid of him? I forgot before."

"The most important thing is that with Mr. Yin, Ye Wugui can only break his hand."

Hearing these voices, Jia Zhengdao nodded with satisfaction, and then he looked at the black figure: "Mr. Yin, please ask you."

"Don't worry, if he is not injured, he can still fight me one or two. Now I'm sure I'll take him down within ten moves."

A powerful voice came from under the black clothes, and the confidence revealed in his words made the people present excited.

Outside the house, Jiang Ji saw that no one came out, and frowned, and then said, "Why? He has turned into a turtle with his head? He can't even dare to act and take action. My Xieji Sect actually has you cowards, which really surprised me."

"What's your thing if I snatched the position of sect leader?"

As he finished speaking, Jia Zhengdao led his group out.

"Snatching away the position of sect leader? Just because I did some tricks in the sect, you dare to call the sect leader? Are you worthy of being called the sect leader? Do you know the true scriptures of all gods? Do you have the token of the sect leader?

If any cat or dog calls himself the sect leader, then I will be no longer the sect leader. It is really ridiculous. Can I call myself the emperor? I am the real emperor?"

Jiang Ji retorted, but his eyes fell on the only man in black robe he didn't know.

“Bold!”

As if a thunder exploded, the black-robed man, Mr. Yin, looked at Jiang Ji with sharp eyes: "I actually have such a wolfish ambition. I originally thought you were a talented person, and I planned to spare you a bad life as long as you kowtow to me, but now I can't keep you. Today I will definitely kill you and kill you nine clans!"

"Where did the old bastard come from? He didn't piss and saw what he looked like. He actually dared to threaten my master. Are you worthy?

And it is the emperor's honor that my master is willing to be the emperor. If you go back and tell him, he will definitely be happy to give the throne to my master."

After saying that, Li Ruofei slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, by the way, you, the turtle, can't see yourself. You wrap yourself up so tightly. It must be because you are too ugly and are afraid of seeing people?"

"court death!"

The man in black robe appeared in front of Li Ruofei in the blink of an eye. With a swing of his sleeves, the wide robe sleeves immediately looked like a dark cloud, covering Li Ruofei.

Li Ruofei only felt that the black sleeves were like a black hole that could devour everything. No matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless. Even the blood and energy in his body could not be mobilized at all, and his body could not move.

"I think you are looking for death!"

Jiang Ji's reaction was extremely fast. The moment the man in black robe approached, he punched him out.

The air emits a violent explosion, and the air flow engulfs turns into strong wind.

Gray gas filled the world, and the dead and vague aura spread out, merged with the strong wind, turning into dead tornados swept across.

The man in black robe, Mr. Yin, was shocked. He felt the fatal danger and quickly abandoned Li Ruofei, turned his sleeves and included the death-qi tornado.

But in a blink of an eye, the wide sleeves of the robe swollen rapidly.

boom!

The black cloth floated around like flying butterflies, and the dissipating energy made Jiang Ji and Mr. Yin take a few steps back.

At this time, Jiang Ji hurried aside and had no sense of existence in Jiang Ruoyu sent a voice: "Start playing the piano!"

Jiang Ruoyu had been waiting for what Jiang Ji said, staring at him intently, but he didn't expect that the hint he said was actually a voice transmission.

However, now is not the time to care about such details. Jiang Ruoyu sat cross-legged, placed the piano horizontally on his legs, and then gently plucked the strings with his slender and white fingers, and the notes began to jump.

Jiang Ji looked at the exposed skin of the man in black robe's arms and the traces that looked like fresh scars on it, and suddenly thought of someone.

"The martial arts are similar to the Wudang Iron Sleeve Kung Fu, and the outfit and those conspicuous scars.

You are the Yin Ji who took the initiative to give his wife to others for martial arts and finally practiced with no human beings or ghosts?"

Yin Ji's eyes twitched slightly. He really didn't expect that he would reveal his identity so easily.

"As long as you are strong enough, how many people care about how you gain strength? How many people care about what you look like?"

"Don't deceive yourself. If you really don't care, your tone will change when I talk about your origin. And if you don't care about your appearance, why should you wrap it tightly?"

Faced with Jiang Ji's merciless exposing it, Yin Ji was speechless for a moment, and then he chose to take action again.

He pushed his hands and endless darkness swept out, like an endless night sky, but what embellished the night sky was not shining stars, but black holes that emitted endless devouring power.

"Strength is everything, go die!"
Chapter completed!