"Well, I'll think about it later. Go back to practice" ten thousand swords kill "
Ye Ziheng said, put a roll of body skills back on the bookshelf, and then stretched out his hand to hold down the little anemone on the bookshelf.
"Gone."
With that, ye Ziheng walked out of the martial arts tower with Xiaokui.
But he just came out of the martial arts tower. Ye Ziheng saw the disciples of the xingmen sect running away from him for several days. He was very happy and didn't know what to do.
Without hesitation, ye Ziheng immediately applied his body method and rushed to those disciples.
"What are you going to do when you are so happy?"
When hearing ye Ziheng's voice, several disciples were obviously shocked. They were frozen in place and almost fell down.
After a few people saw ye Ziheng's face clearly, the frightened look on his face was relieved.
"Hello, elder martial brother Ye."
Several disciples replied in unison that they still respect ye Ziheng.
"Well, what are you in such a hurry to run for?"
Ye Ziheng asked again.
But after hearing ye Ziheng's question, several disciples looked at ye Ziheng with suspicious faces.
"Don't elder martial brother Ye usually look at the clan?"
Ye Ziheng is stunned for a moment. He subconsciously touches his mobile phone, but finds it empty in his pocket. At this time, he remembers that his mobile phone was smashed by the White Ape.
"My cell phone is broken. Please tell me what happened."
Ye Ziheng said directly.
Several disciples saw this and had to nod.
"In fact, it's no big deal, but the patriarch came back, and I heard that he brought us back welfare."
"Welfare, why don't you tell me earlier?"
As soon as ye Ziheng heard that there was welfare, his eyes lit up and he lost his figure.
When ye Ziheng disappeared, the disciples looked at each other.
"Shall we go, then?"
"Well."
As they said this, they were ready to go on, but before they could move their legs, they saw a virtual shadow coming from far and near, running to them at a very fast speed, and bringing a cloud of smoke along the way.
"Well, just forgot to ask, where is the patriarch now?"
The familiar voice is introduced into their ears. Without looking, they can know who they are.
"In the square, in front of the Presbyterian hall."
One of the disciples replied.
"Thank you very much."
Then, ye Ziheng disappeared again.
……
Numerous disciples had already gathered in the square, and in the middle of the square, Qin Feng stood there, looking around at the disciples in a circle, but could not help frowning, looking at an elder not far away.
"What's the matter?"
Qin Feng sent a message to the elder with divine thoughts.
But the elder showed a helpless expression.
"It seems that some disciples have engaged in false propaganda and scribbled articles, attracting them."
After listening to the silence for a long time, Qin Feng sighed and turned to face the disciples.
"I don't know how my order was conveyed by you, but since you are all here now, I will tell you directly on the spot."
Qin Feng looked at his disciples and didn't plan to waste his time.
All the disciples raised their ears to hear what Qin Feng wanted to say.
"This time, because of some accidents, we lost some disciples, and I also learned something from them. Life is fragile and life and death are impermanent. Maybe tomorrow we will have an accident, and then there will be nothing left. The clan is your protection shield, but it can't protect you anytime and anywhere, so I plan to open a medical skill in the clan Don, let's learn some life-saving methods. "
After hearing these words, the crowd was silent, without the just kind of lively atmosphere, the only thing left was the face of embarrassment.