They only saw that when Chen Xiao was still opening his mouth to lecture Lin Yun, the other party rushed over.

I was still laughing in my heart, this sword slave was looking for death.

Chen Xiao, who was originally arrogant and intimidating, fell to the ground and was vomiting blood.

One punch, only one punch!

Chen Xiao turned into a joke in front of hundreds of outer disciples.

"waste!"

Lin Yun whispered something in a low voice and continued walking towards the Zongwu Hall without looking back.

"Little Sword Slave, you...said...what did you say?"

Chen Xiao, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have heard two extremely harsh words. He held back the severe pain in his chest and asked angrily.

I saw that his facial features were distorted and he was in so much pain that he was still struggling to get up.

That look was so pitiful that the outer disciples who were good friends with him couldn't bear it and said with heartache: "Brother, he said you are a waste."

Poof!

When Chen Xiao heard this, he couldn't swallow it in one breath and spit out a long bloody arrow.

On his pale face, he showed an extremely aggrieved expression. The most humble sword slave of the Qingyun Sect actually called him a waste.

I wanted to retort something, but I was punched down by the opponent.

At the thought of this, Chen Xiao's blood surged all over his body, and a sickly blush appeared on his face.

"I...I...I hate it so much!"
Chapter completed!