I'll sit here, you, get out of here.

Seven words, domine the world.

It was obviously a very plain word, but at this moment it seemed to resound in the ears of the disciples in Tingyuxuan, creating a deafening illusion.

Click!

The wine glass in Zhao Yue's hand was placed on the table.

He lowered his eyes, and the light was flowing in his eyes, and a faint murderous intent disappeared in one flash.

"Senior Brother Chu, don't joke." He endured his murderous intent and a sarcastic arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his head and met Chu Tianming's calm gaze.

"Not everyone can sit in this position."

Chu Tianming nodded and said lightly: "You are right, not everyone can sit at the chief of Tingyuxuan."

The same words are spoken from different people, and they have two completely different flavors.

Zhao Yue narrowed his eyes, and the muscles on his cheeks squirmed, but there was no use to speak immediately.

He didn't speak, and Chu Tianming didn't speak, but Chu Tianming was standing, and he was sitting cross-legged on the cushion. After the two looked at each other for a long time, he had the illusion of being looked down upon by Chu Tianming while sitting.

Zhao Yue doesn't like this feeling.

"Then, what do you mean?" Zhao Yue broke the calm, but the title "Senior Brother Chu" was no longer there in his words.

Chu Tianming said lightly: "If you don't say it twice, will you have bad ears?"

After going around, I went back to the seven words of Bajue World: I'll sit here, you, get out of here.

Zhao Yue stared at Chu Tianming's face, shook his head, and said with regret: "It seems that you don't want to speak well anymore."

When all the orthodox disciples present couldn't help but feel their hearts tightened when they heard Zhao Yue say this, and the heart in their chest seemed to be held by a big hand.

There is no way, Zhao Yue's shadow has been squeezed in their hearts for too long. As long as Hong Lan does not appear, their hearts will not be at ease.

Mu Lingqing clenched his fists slowly and looked at Chu Tianming and Zhao Yue nervously.

Although Chu Tianming's strength is very mysterious in her mind, if she really wants to fight with Zhao Yue, she will be very confident.

Everyone looked at these two people.

In fact, the contradiction between sidemen and orthodox will sooner or later inspire a war, but no one expected the storm to come so quickly.

Qi Mufeng was also a little nervous.

The unfamiliar white-eyed wolf in the side door finally revealed its claws. This may be just a test from the side door, but the orthodox cannot lose.

Everyone was watching how Chu Tianming would reply to Zhao Yue.

Chu Tianming shook his head and said, "I'm already easy to speak, but it seems that you can't understand human words after all. No wonder you have practiced for so long, but it's still difficult to get out of the beast in the end."

Bang! Click!

The wine glass in Zhao Yue's hand was directly held into pieces because of its great force, and the tea was like a manic mood in his heart, splashing everywhere.

It's over... This time, not only the orthodox disciples were shocked, but even the disciples from the other sects were silent and crying in their hearts that they were finished.

Because Zhao Yue is most taboo about others discussing his bloodline, especially when he talks about the word "beast" in front of him.

As we all know, Zhao Yue was born in Panlong Mansion, which is the gathering place for all the mixed-race monks in the Daoye.

The so-called mixed-blood monk refers to a human monk who has a trace of bloodline of a strange beast and a great monster in his body. This type of person is neither recognized by the human race nor accepted by the strange beast and a great monster. He is a very excluded branch of the human race.

It is precisely because the population of mixed-race monks is too complicated that Panlong Mansion came into being and became a gathering place for all mixed-race monks.

Legend has it that the Lord of the Kaishan Palace of Panlong Mansion, the Crazy Dragon Master, is a powerful mixed-race monk with the blood of the dragon clan. It is precisely because of his existence that the mixed-race monks in the Daoye were able to gather together and gradually receive the same treatment as the human race.

Zhao Yue is one of the best among this generation of mixed-race cultivators. Although he was born in Panlong Mansion, he was extremely disgusted with others linking him to Panlong Mansion and was extremely unwilling to let others say the word "beast" in front of him.

Because of his bloodline problems, he was abandoned by his clan members since he was a child. Before being found by monks from Panlong Mansion, he was discriminated against for "beast blood". Although this kind of discrimination has gradually been forgotten with the improvement of his strength, his "beast blood" itself has long become the biggest taboo in his heart.

The last person who said the word "beast" in front of him has disappeared to this day.

But Chu Tianming pointed it out casually, and even more so he acted calmly and didn't care.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Yue laughed, laughing like a strange vampire bat in the dark, gloomy and terrifying. He stared at Chu Tianming's eyes, his tone as if he could freeze everything, "Chu Tianming... Brother Chu, do you know that some words cannot be said randomly. If you say something wrong, it will cost you."

Chu Tianming looked down at him, not taking this threat to heart. He said lightly: "You can try it."

"Try it... and try it." Zhao Yue's robe stimulated and rose from the cushion. Around it, the spiritual energy gathered wildly, whistling in a spiral shape. In an instant, seven terrifying wind eyes formed.

If there is a disagreement, all seven sources will be opened!

These seven sources of qi are like seven deep vortexes, exuding a heart-wrenching shock, announcing to everyone present who is the real master here.

The seven sources were so powerful that they set off a strong wind, which made Chu Tianming's clothes rush along.

Everyone sweated coldly for Chu Tianming.

Using mortal resources to fight against the monks of Qiyuan? I’m afraid my brain is burned out!

At this moment, a gentle voice rang leisurely.

"Brother Zhao Yue, don't be impatient and listen to me."
Chapter completed!