The Return of the City’s Cultivation

After Ye Tian finished speaking, he ignored the sarcasm and laughter in the surroundings, as if he hadn't heard it, took a step forward, and walked forward calmly.

Tang Zhenyue shook his head when he saw it, but he immediately followed. In the strange eyes of everyone, he only felt like sitting on pins and needles, especially when he saw the Twelve Witches of Southern Sichuan and the Qingcheng Jiuhua School standing respectfully in the distance. This posture knows that the two big sects must undoubtedly stand on the side of Canglong Jinping.

The scene in front of him made him even more angry about Ye Tian's "stubbornness" and "unreasonable", and said in his heart: "If Ye Zhenren is willing to bow his head to Canglong, and there are two more sects to help out, our strength will be enough to contend. Lin Yingnan!"

"Hey, Ye Zhenren is still too young, and he is not pleased with both sides now, it is simply suffering!"

Even if Ye Tian took him into one of the two boxes that symbolized his status, Tang Zhenyue was extremely worried now, what if he was kicked out? Then his last trace of dignity will also be lost.

He has enough courage and courage. Even if he stands on the opposite side of Lin Yingnan, confronts Lin Yingnan, or even faces death, he will not be afraid. There is real integrity in his heart, but after all, human nature is complicated. When he sees himself coming After the auction, he was like a mouse crossing the street, mocked and ridiculed by people who had stepped under his feet. His strong self-esteem was a bit unable to accept such a huge gap. To him, it was more terrifying than death.

"Did I really make the stupidest decision of my life."

Looking at Ye Tian's back, he said this sentence in his heart, and then said to Ye Tian: "Ye... Ye Zhenren, let's... don't go to the box..."

"Just walk down the scene for a cutscene."

But I wanted to leave here immediately, and didn't want to stay any longer for a second.

Ye Tian glanced at him unexpectedly and immediately understood what he meant. He didn't say a word, his eyes became cold for a moment, but he didn't stop at all.

Everyone present also took a disapproval of Ye Tian's third-party power. Needless to say, Lin Yingnan, most of the seven major sects are in his hands, and the Canglong trio will immediately get the twelve witches in southern Sichuan.

"It turns out that what the Witch Master of Pakistan said, which person to wait for is Jin Ping!"

"That's right, he is the only one among the young Chinese generation who has this qualification."

"It seems that the Ba Witch Master is optimistic about Canglong!"

When everyone saw the two martial arts who stood up for the ceremony, they immediately thought that they must have chosen Canglong and Lin Ziping. After all, Lin Ziping's strength lies there. The only person who can compete with Lin Tianzun is the Ba Witch Master. Support, coupled with the Jiuhua faction, really cannot be underestimated.

As for Ye Tian, ​​the so-called third-party power, everyone took a disapproving attitude. He was dryly sandwiched between the two forces, like a monkey sandwiched between two giants. It looked nondescript and embarrassing like a joke. , Looking at Ye Tian's figure, someone smiled and said: "This spirit of being a green leaf is also commendable!"

Everyone present gave a chuckle, and they didn't even have the thought of paying attention to Ye Tian, ​​but instead turned their eyes to the three Jinping Ping trio.

"The Ba Witch Master chose him. Could this be some kind of omen?"

"Did we misestimate the situation and underestimate Canglong?"

Everyone immediately shook their expressions and looked at the Canglong trio in a little surprise, and even some of the schools that wanted to cast Lin Tianzun, their hearts were a little shaken. For a while, many people frowned and looked at Jin Jin's uncontrollable thinking.

Everyone in the school, who doesn’t know, the Ba Witch Master’s prestige is extremely high, he has a saint demeanor, and rumors can predict the future. With his support, the situation is somewhat intriguing, and even if the blue dragon is inferior to Lin Tianzun in power, it is certain. It has won the hearts of the people, and it has a righteous taste.

Canglong became the focus of the entire venue for a time. Jinping accepted the attention of all the people. With a curl of his mouth, an uncontrollable triumphant expression appeared in his eyes. Looking at Ye Tian's back, he said in his heart: "Instructor Lin, I will call you today. Understand the gap that cannot be bridged between us."

"Here, you are just a joke."

"You are asking for humiliation, but who can be blamed!"

Thinking of this, he laughed wildly in his heart, and took a big step forward.

Within a short distance of more than ten meters, people from the sect kept bowing to them, saying "Jin Shaohao", and the respectful greeting followed them all the way, but there were quite a few sects. The middle man has already tilted the balance in his heart towards Jin Ping. After all, only on the degree of trust, the Pakistani wizard is much heavier than the Lin Tianzun in everyone's hearts.

The three of them were even more proud, feeling that the whole person was floating, and walked straight to the two martial arts, like a general who returned triumphantly accepting the seal, accepting the congratulations of the people, with high spirits, high attitude, and a dozen steps past. He surpassed Ye Tian, ​​and the moment he staggered past, he suddenly showed an arrogant smile at Ye Tian, ​​and then shook his head arrogantly, leaving only a broad back for Ye Tian, ​​as if saying: "You are only Can look at my back in the distance."

Bai Lan and Ye Xun chuckled disdainfully, and shook Ye Tian's body.

Jin Jinping walked along, leading the two of them quickly to the middle of the two big sects. He was as steady as a mountain with a confident smile on his face, and stopped between the two big sects.

He has long known the details of the two martial arts this afternoon, especially when the Jiuhua Sect has already taken refuge in him, the surrender of the Twelve Witches is bound to be firmly established and can be supported by the Pakistani Witch Master. For him, it is both. It is an exciting thing, which proves that he must have absolute abilities, and he can be justified. He is also the person who is favored by the "destiny", and will surely provoke the backbone of the entire Chinese martial arts world in the future. Real people are just little people eating dust behind him, and they can't live in the same world with him.

Thinking of this, the joy in his heart burst out like magma, and he seemed to feel the cheers of the people after his success. He saw himself ascending to the top of China, and everyone was small, especially when he saw the two overlords in front of him, the most respected Ba witch masters. With a respectful look, Jin Ping raised his arms and raised his head unconsciously. He wanted to enjoy the moment when everyone bowed their heads to him.

Even Bai Lan and Ye Xun were extremely excited, and once again returned to that arrogant look, no matter what, these people would still be held down by themselves forever.

The three of them were almost excited, seeing everyone bend over a little bit, and even their knees were slightly bent, arched their hands and bowed their heads in a most respectable pose, and their voices rang.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to break through the roof, as if a bomb exploded in an auction floor.

"Welcome to Ye Zhenren!"