Ye Ziheng comes to the outside of the weapon refining hall. At this time, nearly a hundred disciples have gathered here to see the bustle. They all stand behind Mu lie and look at ye Ziheng with sarcasm. They seem to be very disdainful of Ye Ziheng.

However, Murie, who came to challenge himself, had a trace of awe on his face.

"Ye Ziheng, I will challenge you!"

Ye Ziheng looks at Mu lie, who launched a single fight against him.

This one meter nine to two meter tall Murray is a bit taller than ye Ziheng. He has a big body and a rough voice. Unfortunately, there is no sign of a man on his chin, and he still needs to be thick. It's the same kind of group, so it's perfect.

"Here?"

Ye Ziheng looks at the people around him who have poor eyesight. He is afraid. If Murray knocks himself down, will there be a group of people rushing up and down and kicking their feet? Then a careless generation of Tianjiao will die of the stampede. That's too cowardly.

Murray took a look at the people around him and thought for a while.

"Well, let's practice martial arts."

With that, he led ye Ziheng to the martial arts training hall in front of him.

And those disciples who are not too busy to watch are also following them.

A few minutes later, Murray and ye Ziheng went to the martial arts training hall and went up to the martial arts competition platform. There were many disciples coming to join in the competition. There were more than 200 people downstairs than before.

Murray saw that ye Ziheng did not fight directly, but shouted.

"Ye Ziheng, I challenge you. Don't you agree?"

Ye Ziheng took a look at him, but said quietly on his face.

"Fight as you go, there is no one who refuses to accept, only the final win or loss."

Finish saying, both hands hold the black iron bar, a pair of eager appearance.

However, Murray didn't think so. Qin Feng gave him the task to arouse the anger of all the disciples and arouse their dissatisfaction with ye Ziheng, rather than just beating him.

"Don't you want to know why I challenge you?"

Cried Murray.

Ye Ziheng was about to say that it was because the patriarch asked you to come, but before he could say anything, he suddenly thought of another problem.

Don't you want to arouse the anger of the disciples of tianxingmen and let them challenge themselves to complete their tasks.

Then ye Ziheng realized something in a flash, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, looking at Mu lie.

"In order to prove the incompetence of you and the following group of wastes, can wupinjing win a wupinjing warrior?"

Ye Ziheng said, his tone full of sarcasm.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately aroused the public's anger.

"Shit, you two fight. Why do you put things on us?"

"It's just that you are fucking sick. You have nothing to say about what we do."

"Don't think that we won't dare to fight you if the patriarch protects you. It's really pressing us. Be careful that we hang you up and fight."

……

The swearing of all the disciples kept rising, louder and louder.

When ye Ziheng saw this scene, a faint smile appeared on his face. He thought it was time to have a magic mending knife, so he turned to look at the people and said.

"I'm sorry, but I think you understand me wrong. I'm not aiming at the following people, saying you are rubbish. I just want to say that your tianxingmen disciples are a group of rubbish, except for the true disciples. "