Chapter 892

Ten minutes later, ye Ziheng and others came to their place, and several disciples came forward to help ye Ziheng open the door.

But ye Ziheng didn't even have time to open the door. One of his disciples had already come over and said to ye Ziheng.

"Hello, elder martial brother Ye."

Ye Ziheng looks at him and nods.

"What can I do for you?"

Seeing that ye Ziheng asked, the disciple didn't say anything more. He went straight to the way.

"Are you going to send all the disciples of yipinjing and erpinjing back home?"

As soon as this words came out, all the disciples on the scene couldn't help but stare at ye Ziheng one after another, their eyes full of panic.

Obviously, many of the fighters in the scene are not clear about the situation, otherwise they will not show such an expression.

"Yes, I am going to dismiss them."

Ye Ziheng also did not conceal the meaning of the slightest, very straightforward answer.

"Why."

The disciple asked, in a tone like questioning a prisoner, which made ye Ziheng in a bad mood.

"Are you a disciple of that sect? What status? "

Ye Ziheng did not answer his question immediately, but asked first.

The disciple seemed to hear something in ye Ziheng's words. He frowned and looked at ye Ziheng, but still said fearlessly.

"Xianhe gate, the core disciple of wupinjing, is strictly guarded."

The disciple said word for word, there is a great momentum to fight with ye Ziheng to the end.

After hearing this, ye Ziheng showed a faint smile.

"Wupinjing, have you ever dueled with others? Or a real knife and a real gun? "

He nodded his head.

"Yes, I have been fighting with the disciples of the cult for half a year. The cultivation is from the fourth level to the fifth level."

Ye Ziheng listened, smiled and nodded, then asked.

"Then can you tell me how many cult warriors you can kill in a minute?"

Yan Shougang didn't seem to hear the meaning of Ye Ziheng's words at first, but felt that ye Ziheng was trying to provoke him, said Leng hum.

"One minute, hum, one knife, five or 60 less."

"What about second-class ones?"

"Less, but at least 40 people can be killed."

At this time, ye Ziheng showed a smile and then asked.

"How long can that 1600 people kill?"

Yan Shou is trying to say something after listening, but before he can say it, he suddenly realizes what he wants to say. He turns his head and looks at thousands of disciples behind him. He is silent for a long time.

"Your cultivation of wupinjing. It can kill nearly 60 first level martial artists in a minute. As far as I know, there seems to be more than one person in the opposite wupinjing, and even a higher qipinjing. I don't know if there are any other high level martial artists on it. But whether they have it or not, I only know one thing. If these first and second level martial artists are allowed to fight now, they will not live for three minutes. "

After hearing ye Ziheng's words, he kept a complete silence. Indeed, in the eyes of high-level martial artists, these first and second level disciples are just like ants. They don't even need to spend much effort. They can kill all the first and second level disciples with a light wave of their hands.

Ye Ziheng, as a warrior in jiupinjing and standing at the top of the world, understands the lowliness of these first and second level disciples in the eyes of high-level warriors.

In a word, if he wants to kill all the disciples of the first and second level, one minute is enough for him.