Chapter 228
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"I don't think so either. I thought he was a genius, but it seems like he used up all his potential when he was young. No wonder Father never let me marry him."
Le Wei shook her head and frowned, causing Jiao Zimo's mood to plummet.
How … could this be?
He hung his head dejectedly, the light of anticipation in his eyes instantly disappearing.
Six years of bitter fighting and forbearance had never made him lose his courage. But now, he wished he had never come to Subdue Tiger Hall and never set foot on this mountain of shame.
Oh?
So it turns out that you agreed so quickly because you came to see your lover!
How pitiful!
I was actually despised?
The sympathy in Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes clearly lasted for three seconds. Then, he brought Little Congee with him and moved back a little. He continued to reduce his presence.
"Sister Le Wei, how, how could you do this?" Bei Sansan was in disbelief. He jumped up and pointed at Le Wei's nose. If they were not so far apart, he would have spat on her head.
"What did I do?"
Le Wei rolled her eyes and turned to look at Cen Yuanlie.
It had been a month since Young Hero Yuanlie came to Subdue Tiger Hall. His appearance, status, and cultivation were all impeccable. She was originally hesitant, but seeing Jiao Zimo return after six years, not only did his cultivation not improve much, but he also felt like he was lacking spiritual energy.
This person had lost all his potential.
"I can't marry a useless person, can I?!" Le Wei finally made a decision. She frowned and said loudly, "Moreover, Flying Dragon Temple has been removed from the Heavenly Sea Valley. Now, all of you … are ordinary wandering cultivators!"
What?
It was like being struck by lightning!
Whether it was the emotionally frustrated Jiao Zimo, the kneeling Du Ruofei, Bei Sansan pointing at Le Wei, or Tang Liang, who had just climbed up from the slope, all four of their faces had cracked expressions!
Regardless of whether they were close to Zhen Xiaoxiao or not, their feelings for their sect were undoubtedly sincere and sincere.
"Why … why?"
Jiao Zimo's hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot. His hands dug into the mud, completely unaware that his fingers were bleeding.
"Why? Do you still have to ask? Because of the beast riot six years ago, you were powerless to resist. Back then, your Flying Dragon Temple was besieged by crocodile demons, and my Tiger-subduing Hall was attacked by tigers. The hundreds of birds in the Divine Eagle Stream rebelled, and the crows and sparrows in the Fallen Feathers Pavilion ran amok … "
The new Hall Master, Wu Wu, finally spoke again, his face filled with indescribable arrogance.
"However, today, the leader of the tigers, Scarlet Spot, has become my pet beast. My big brother, Wu Wen, has been promoted by the upper sect's Heavenly Sea Valley as an exception because of his outstanding battle achievements. He is now the External Affairs Elder of Heavenly Sea Valley! The Divine Eagle Stream has also cleaned up the chaos. Look at the Blazing Wind Eagle that little friend Cen Yuanlie has contracted. How impressive is it? "
"After six years of not getting rid of the beasts, the head of the Flying Dragon Temple and the elders are not strong enough, and the disciples are incompetent. They are not worthy of being the protectors of the Heavenly Sea Valley. Three years ago, they were demoted. Wei 'er has waited for you for six years, Zimo. Look at you, the aura of the Breezy Whiskered Snake in your dantian seems to be extinguished. Your cultivation is like this, and your main soul beast is dead … How dare you bring someone to the Tiger Subduing Hall as a guest? "
Before Wu Wu finished speaking, the whole mountain roared with laughter!
Cen Yuanlie, who had finally won the favor of the beauty, was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the back of the Blazing Wind Eagle.
Not getting rid of the beasts?
Not getting rid of the beasts?!
Jiao Zimo was so angry that his whole body was trembling!
If his master and the elders hadn't suddenly disappeared with their treasures, with the foundation of the Flying Dragon Temple's disciples, how could their main soul beasts have died so tragically, and they could only fight head-on for six years?
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