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"You guys probably don't have any objections?"

As soon as Zhao Ziping finished speaking, the Guiyuan Sect people who were already dejected immediately woke up. They suddenly felt like they had been deceived.

And in fact, it was indeed as they had thought. Even though Zhao Ziping did not have the intention to truly kill them, he absolutely would not leave them even the slightest bit of things!

If their guess was correct, if they were to really endure the humiliation and hand over a few female disciples, it was likely that they would be completely searched!

At that time, Xu Qing, who had felt that he had been deceived, also became enraged and could no longer maintain his calm demeanor. He could not help but say: "Could it be that you want to let us go after handing over the Storage Bag and spirit artifacts? What, you guys want to break your promise? "

"Breach of promise? When did I promise to let you go? "Oh right, I think you're pretty good. Come with me in a bit!" Zhao Ziping said in a good mood.

As he thought about how his brother Wang would be so happy to see a group of beautiful women making a cauldron for him, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of reward he would like to receive this time.

The cloth-clothed man also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, we didn't say that. I advise you to quickly choose a few people, don't ruin the mood of my prince, or else we'll have to start a massacre again. Sigh!" Dead people are not such a good thing! "

Hearing that, Xu Qing who had never suffered such humiliation before, could not help but tremble, she bit her lips, and immediately, she who could not endure anymore, instantly pulled out her sword.

But right at that moment, when Xu Qing had just unsheathed his sword, the cloth-clothed man and his team of five immediately took action.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing, who had crippled the Knife-scarred Man with a single sword strike, fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut.

"You really don't care about face at all. I already said it was just a loan. Why are you in such a hurry? At worst, I'll just return it to you after my brother Wang has used it."

"Hee hee, rest assured. After this, I can guarantee that I will let you leave. You bunch of paupers. Even if I want something, you will not be able to give it to me!" Zhao Ziping carelessly said as he looked towards the crowd of Guiyuan Sect s. It looked like he couldn't help but cause others to doubt the authenticity of the words.

Without Storage Bag, without the spirit artifact in their hands, they had no power to resist. They could only choose this Zhao Ziping who looked to be young.

At that time, Chu Ling's body had retreated backwards, purposely hiding himself behind the little fatty's fat body, and then he had even hidden himself behind the crowd of people, it was not because he wanted Little Fatso and the others to block the arrows for him, but because he did not want to divert Zhao Ziping's attention, otherwise, Zhao Ziping would probably send people to attack him immediately.

After Zhao Ziping finished speaking, he did not care about the Guiyuan Sect disciples in front of him that wanted to directly tear him apart, and directly walked toward the group with incomparable arrogance.

The cloth-clothed man called Wang Xiaoyang immediately followed behind Zhao Ziping, his eyes swept across the crowd like an eagle, obviously preparing to take precautions against everyone violently injuring them.

"This won't do, it's too dark."

"That won't do. You're a bit fat. You're a pig, so it's not good to eat less!"

"As for you? You cut your face with a knife! "So ugly."

Zhao Ziping kept on walking as he kept on commenting to the girls on the path he was on. His words were incomparably vicious, to the point that no matter how good-natured a person was, they would find it hard to endure.

However, the Guiyuan Sect of the male disciples had already been destroyed by the slaughter earlier. As long as they were not killed, then no matter what, it would be fine.

That was why all of them lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything.

As for the female disciples, their eyes were all dim and filled with despair.

However, Zhao Ziping's eyes seemed to be extremely sharp, after looking at many people in a row, he still did not pick one out, only that he was not stingy with his vicious words.

Very quickly, because most of the beautiful female disciples were hiding at the very back, Zhao Ziping arrived at Chu Ling's location. It was just that when he arrived, he saw that Little Fatso's majestic figure had already completely covered him.

And most importantly, at this moment, Zhao Ziping's gaze was already on Deng Yiyue, his eyes revealing an extremely excited expression.

Originally, Deng Yiyue's beauty was extraordinary, thus upon seeing her, Zhao Ziping immediately thought of something.

"Alright, alright, this person is not worse than that Xu Qing. If you offer him, he can at least exchange for a top quality spiritual equipment. Not bad, not bad, take him away."

Zhao Ziping squinted his eyes and said while nodding his head in satisfaction.

When she said this, Deng Yiyue immediately paled from fright. She, who was not very courageous in the first place, subconsciously retreated, wanting to get the protection of the Deng Family disciples like before.

Each and every one of them retreated a few steps back in tacit understanding. There were even some girls who were praying in their hearts for Deng Yiyue to be brought away quickly so they could divert Zhao Ziping's attention.

Deng Yiyue turned her head, and saw that there was no one within three steps behind her. Even someone like her who had never seen the world knew of her impending doom, and was even more afraid.

"Alright, come with me. It's my top quality spirit artifact!" Zhao Ziping laughed out loud and was about to grab Deng Yiyue.

But right at that moment, a mountain like fat body instantly appeared in front of Zhao Ziping and blocked the attack.

"She is my eldest senior brother's wife, you are not allowed to touch her!"

The little fatty looked at Zhao Ziping with extreme seriousness. He even used his arms to hold Deng Yiyue behind him, as if he would not give in at all!

At that time, Zhao Ziping was instantly stunned. He, who was initially a little afraid, immediately laughed when he felt that little fatty's cultivation did not even reach the first level of Vein Opening Stage.

It wasn't just him, but even the cloth-clothed man behind him couldn't help but smile. He didn't even have the slightest intention to attack.

"With just you? A trash who has yet to even reach the first level of Vein Opening Stage actually dares to obstruct me!? " Zhao Ziping said with a sneer, and then directly punched towards the little fatty's fat body.

Zhao Ziping was originally a crippled person and would usually kill people just because he was a little dissatisfied with Little Fatty. Thus, he did not hold back at all when facing Little Fatty and used his deadly move.

But just when Zhao Ziping thought that the little fatty's body would fly out like a pile of mud, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them. Facing Zhao Ziping's all-out attack, he casually reached out his hand and grabbed the fist.

Following that, even more so, a cracking sound rang out. Zhao Ziping's originally incomparably complacent face instantly twisted as a heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out.

"With just you? A little kid at the third level of the Vein Opening Stage dares to make a move against my brother? "