"Why are you panicking? Our Three Sacred Gates have yet to make a move. Let them wear down the other party's strength first before we make a move. We have to minimize our losses. "
Wan He frowned and spoke unhurriedly.
His calm and composed appearance that had the air of a great general caused Ye Yingying's beautiful eyes to glow with brilliance, and she wished for nothing more than to immediately find a place with Senior Brother Wan to make love.
Wan He keenly sensed Ye Yingying's worshipful gaze and could not help but feel pleased.
Haha, this Holy Lady Tribe girl is indeed like she has never seen a man before. This handsome man only had to pretend a little, and this little girl was already mesmerized.
As long as this handsome guy exerted a little more strength, these little maidens of the Sacred Maiden Tribe would be able to do whatever they wanted. It was a pity that the Eighth Junior Sister with the hottest figure and the most well-behaved and lovely Junior Sister did not come with Ye Yingying. It was such a pity that this erotic trip was left with regrets.
Meng Jianli ignored him and looked at the group of Western cultivators with a grave expression. He cursed Wan He in his heart for being too arrogant and conceited.
There were many experts among the Western cultivators. They had defeated the itinerant cultivators and the small sects. Although the Three Sacred Gates considered themselves superior, Meng Jianli did not think that it was a good idea to wait for the itinerant cultivators and the small sects to retreat before making a move.
This was because the Western cultivators were too strong. Even if the Three Sacred Gates made a move now, they might not have a chance of winning. Furthermore, Wan He, this idiot, wanted to wait for the itinerant cultivators and the small sects to disperse before making a move.
After sensing the disparity in strength between them and the enemy, Meng Jianli made a prompt decision and said, "No, we have to make a move now. Once the itinerant cultivators and the small sects are dispersed, we will be in danger."
Wan He raised his eyebrows and sneered unhappily. "Junior Brother Meng, you are worrying too much. They are just barbarians. As long as our Three Sacred Gates make a move, they will definitely flee …"
"Enough, Senior Brother Wan. Look at how many people there are in our Three Sacred Gates. How many barbarians are there? What makes you think that these Western cultivators will flee because of our sect's reputation? This is the Langya Mystery Realm, not the outside world. "
Meng Jianli's face flushed from his arrogant tone, and he retorted sternly.
"How can you speak to Senior Brother Wan like that? Although we don't belong to the same Holy Gate, our three Holy Gates are like brothers, right? Senior Brother Wan, as a Senior Brother, shouldn't you show due respect? "
Wan He's complexion was ashen. Before he could refute, Ye Yingying had already scolded him harshly, causing Wan He's complexion to relax a little. He looked at her with a satisfied expression.
Meng Jianli was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. This shameless couple really didn't understand the situation. Even at this time, they were still showing off their affection. Meng Jianli immediately put on a straight face and said, "Since you think that you can make these western barbarians flee at the sight of you, then I guess it won't make a difference whether I'm here or not. Our Holy-sword Villa will not accompany you."
Without waiting for Wan He and Ye Yingying to speak, Meng Jianli turned around with a sullen face and sternly ordered the disciples of the Holy-sword Villa, who were reluctant to part with the disciples of the Holy-sword Tribe, to leave with him immediately.
"What a coward. Humph, you should have left long ago. Do you really think that our Holy-sword Villa can't do anything without you?"
Looking at the backs of Meng Jianli and his companions, Wan He said sarcastically.
"That's right. Don't worry about them. If they want to go, let them go. With our Holy-goddess Tribe and your Holy Medical Family here, what can these western barbarians do?"
Ye Yingying said proudly, and her eyes were full of admiration and admiration when she looked at Wan He. "Senior Brother Wan, you looked so domineering just now. This is what a man should have. You are not like Meng Jianli, who is the leading disciple of the Holy-sword Villa. He is just a coward. I despise people like him the most."
"Yingying, you can rest assured that I'm here. I will definitely protect you."
Wan He stared at her towering breasts lecherously and promised solemnly.
Ye Yingying's eyes revealed a blissful expression that only a little girl would have. She nodded her head lightly, looking extremely shy. This made Wan He's throat tremble, and he wished he could immediately press her down and have a good time.
"Oh no, Senior Brother Wan, those individual cultivators and small sects can't hold on any longer and have begun to flee."
It was the disciple of the Holy Medical Family who came to report with a long face.
Wan He was extremely unhappy that his sweet moment with Ye Yingying was interrupted. He said impatiently, "If they want to flee, then flee. It's better for a group of mobs to run away. Otherwise, they will follow us and have to share our gains."
"But … but the western martial arts practitioners have already killed their way here."
The disciple was so anxious that he was about to cry. He stammered.
"What a bunch of good-for-nothings. What can they do even if they kill their way here? We are the disciples of the Holy Gate. They won't dare to touch us even if they have eight guts. "
Wan He said arrogantly, not taking it seriously at all.
Seeing that the disciple's face turned red and he seemed to want to say something but stopped on second thought, Wan He immediately became angry. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "How dare you? I really don't know how you got into our Holy Medical Family. You are so scared by such a small thing. What a disgrace! Get out of here. I'm going to meet those western barbarians."
Wan He, like a general going to war, strode with his head held high in high spirits toward the western martial arts practitioners who were chasing and killing those individual cultivators everywhere. Looking at his fearless back, Ye Yingying's eyes were blurred. With a charming smile on her lips, she murmured to herself, "This is the man I like. He is brave and fearless. He is a real warrior."
But the next moment, her smile froze on her face. She suddenly widened her eyes and was completely dumbfounded. She couldn't believe what she had seen at all.
When the arrogant Wan He was calmly ordering everyone to stop, a black man, who was more than two meters tall, had a bare upper body, and his muscles were like molten iron. With a sneer, he grabbed Wan He's throat and lifted him off the ground like a chicken. No matter how hard Wan He struggled and slapped with his hands and feet, Wan He remained motionless.
The scene looked extremely funny, just like an adult man playing with a baby. Wan He's tall and majestic image of an iron man collapsed in Ye Yingying's heart. With a blank look in her beautiful eyes, she murmured to herself in a low voice, "How dare these barbarians treat him like this? We are the disciples of the Holy Gate!"
"This is the Langya Secret Area, the place for the preliminary selection. In order to compete for the number plate, killing is not allowed. Hehe, since you have come to participate in the preliminary selection, you should be prepared to be killed. It's a joke to rely on the deterrence of the Holy Gate. Wake up quickly and run away before you are surrounded."
The disciple of the Holy Medical Family looked at Ye Yingying with a strange look and kindly reminded her.
He didn't know whether this woman was stupid or an idiot. At this time, she still wanted to rely on the prestige of the Holy Gate to frighten everyone. She and that idiot Wan He were indeed a pair of idiots with 250 attributes.
If they could rely on the prestige of the Holy Gate, what was the point of holding the Warriors' Assembly? Wouldn't it be over if the Holy Gate directly allocated all the places? What the hell! How could there be such weirdos? Moreover, there were two of them at the same time.
"No, we are the Holy Gate, and we can't run away without fighting. What's more, those western barbarians definitely don't know the identity of Senior Brother Wan, so they dare to treat him like this. As long as they know the identity of Senior Brother Wan, they will definitely kneel down to apologize and beg for his forgiveness. I'll go and tell them the identity of Senior Brother Wan and me now."
Ye Yingying's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said hurriedly as if she had thought of something.
However, what she said almost made the disciple of the Holy Medical Family spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't want to waste his breath on such a stupid woman, so he shook his head and said with a face full of pity, "Then I wish you success, but it's a pity for those girls of the Holy-goddess Tribe."
After that, without waiting for Ye Yingying's response, he turned around and called the disciples of the Holy Medical Family, who were on good terms with him, to run for their lives.
The disciples of the Holy Medical Family were not idiots like Wan He. Previously, when the Holy-sword Villa retreated in advance, they were a little nervous. Later, when the arrogant Wan He was taken down in a face-to-face confrontation, they began to want to run away. If it weren't for the fear of being punished by the sect rules and the embarrassment of fleeing in a panic in front of the girls, they would have run away long ago.
Seeing that disciple running away with his good brothers, the other disciples couldn't bear it anymore. After shouting, they all ran away like a swarm of bees.
The girls of the Holy-goddess Tribe also realized that the situation was not good and wanted to run away. Seeing that their Third Senior Sister faced the Western warriors with a strong sense of righteousness, they were very hesitant. After hesitating for a while, they decided to see what would happen first.
"This is the Langya Secret Area, a magic treasure of the Holy-goddess Tribe. I really don't have the map of the Desert of Ants. Only the disciples of the Holy-goddess Tribe have it. I beg you, just treat me as a fart and let me go. I will give you my number, OK? By the way, that girl of the Holy-goddess Tribe likes me. I can help you get her map. I only beg you to spare my life … "
As soon as Ye Yingying approached the Western warriors, she heard Wan He's heart-wrenching cry and pleading. Her face suddenly turned pale. "Is this the f * cking man I love?" "A real man?"
"Slap!"
A loud slap landed on Wan He's face. The black man spoke a lot in English, but Ye Yingying couldn't understand a word. Obviously, Wan He didn't know one more language than her. He covered his face in confusion, not knowing what language these barbarians were speaking.
"He's asking you, so many women, which one of them has the map?"
A white man who was proficient in many languages temporarily acted as a translator.
"It's the leader, Ye Yingying. The map is with her. I saw it with my own eyes. As long as you are willing to let me go, I can help you trick those women. These women are very beautiful. At that time, you can play with them to your heart's content."
Wan He nodded and bowed with a flattering face. As he spoke, his face revealed a wretched smile that all men understood.
Ye Yingying staggered and almost fell to the ground. Her face was pale and bloodless. Wan He's words were like thousands of arrows piercing through her heart, causing her heart to ache terribly. She didn't expect that she was really blind to actually like such a cowardly, shameless, despicable, and lowly scum.
"It's her, it's her, it's her, the map is with her."
Perhaps Ye Yingying's movements were a little too loud, and Wan He suddenly discovered her figure. In order to survive, he quickly pointed at Ye Yingying and shouted.
"Catch her, don't let her run away with the other women!"
The black man shouted in English and pointed at Ye Yingying.
Suddenly, thousands of Western warriors quickly dispersed and surrounded Ye Yingying and the disciples of the Sacred Maiden Tribe from all directions.
"Flower Pistil Array!"
Ye Yingying looked at Wan He, who was avoiding her gaze, with pain and disgust, and shouted loudly.
Clang clang clang!
Although the disciples of the Sacred Maiden Tribe were flustered, under Ye Yingying's order, they immediately pulled out their swords and quickly gathered together to form a large circle. From the air, the crowd moved like a budding pistil.
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