Chapter 1: Martyrs

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"Outdoor disciple Ye Chen, because Dantian was broken and no longer missed Xianxiu, he is now expelled from the Zhengyang Sect. He must not step into the Zhengyang Lingshan half a lifetime."

In the majestic hall, the icy voice is like the judgment of God, full of majestic majesty.

Below, Ye Chen stood quietly in the temple, looking pale as paper, listening to the ruthless judgment, his fists clenched, and perhaps too much strength, nails were inserted into the palm of his hand, soaking blood.

Dan Tian ruptured, missed Xianxiu.

Ye Chen smiled, but it was full of sadness.

Three days ago, he helped Zongmen go down the mountain to get the elixir, but he was attacked by a master of the enemy. He tried to protect the elixir. He returned to Zongmen after his death, but Dantian was shattered and turned into an outright waste.

However, he never thought that his loyalty was worthless in the eyes of these high-ranking people, and he was so impatient to drive him out as if it was useless garbage.

"Don't go yet?" Seeing Ye Chen still standing still, there was a voice in the hall again, very impatient.

"Dantian is broken. Is it interesting to rely on it? Zhengyangzong never leaves waste."

"I have raised you for three days, and I have done everything."

The disdainful voice in the temple fell into Ye Chen's ears, like a steel needle inserted into his heart.

"This kind of sect is really chilling me!"

With a little sorrow and anger, Ye Chen turned silently.

Outside the hall, there are all kinds of spirit mountains, ancient trees stand tall, the spirit is hazy, the clouds are dazzling, the cranes are dancing and dancing, the place is peaceful and peaceful, like a fairyland on earth.

This is Zhengyangzong, a Xiuxian gate in the south of Dachu.

However, all this now, in Ye Chen's eyes, seemed so cold that he could not help holding his body trembling.

"Let's say it! I'm still being kicked out of Zongmen!"

As soon as Ye Chen came out, some disciples pointed and pointed at him, taunting and sighing.

"Brother Ye is pitiful enough. He was very good to us before, otherwise we should send him off!"

"What to send, we are immortals, what is he?"

"Tonight is different."

The mockery and sighs around him made Ye Chen drop her head and wanted to say something, but when she spoke to her throat, he seemed to be stuck by a fishbone. At this moment, he was like a prisoner who was pulling to the street and was cast aside by the world. .

Yes! He is no longer Ye Chen.

Today, he is not a cultivation fairy, but a wasteland of Dantian's rupture. His former arrogance has long since disappeared. In the face of the cold world, some simply accept it in silence.

Yo yo yo!

A funny laugh came from the front. A disciple in white holding a folding fan came face-to-face and looked at Ye Chen with eyes full of mischief. "Who is this! Isn't this Brother Ye?"

Ye Chen looked up slightly, and saw the appearance of the comer from the gap of his hair. He was fair-faced, his two thin lips showed a meanness, and he was still handsome, but he had a pair of Danfeng eyes.

"Zhao Kang." Ye Chen found this person's name from his memory. Zhao Kang at that time was not as strange as it is now. At that time, he was respectful to Brother Ye.

Huh!

Thoughts were interrupted, Zhao Kang turned around Ye Chen, looked up and down, and his mouth was full of tongues, "Brother Ye! How is it getting so embarrassed now, I really feel bad for the younger brother you see!" "

Knowing that it was ridicule, Ye Chen didn't plan to say more, and immediately stepped forward.

"Don't go!" Zhao Kang straddled one step and stood in front of Ye Chen again, shaking the folding fan lightly, and looked at Ye Chen with interest.

"Step aside."

"It's all rubbish, so stiff." He closed the folding fan suddenly, and the smile on Zhao Kang's face suddenly disappeared. "Do you really think you are the former Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen shivered and wanted to refute, but was unable to speak.

"Want to go? It's okay." Zhao Kang spoke again, saying that he had split his legs and looked at Ye Chen with a playful look. "Climb over from my Majesty! Maybe I can still reward you with some spirit stones." Travel expenses. "

"Zhao Kang." Suddenly, he suddenly looked up, and Ye Chen's dull eyes flashed a cold coldness.

"Brother Zhao Kang, are you doing this ...". Among the crowd, some disciples whispered, wanting to be injustice for Ye Chen, but He Xiu was weak, and said with no confidence.

"Looking for death?" Zhao Kang turned back and yelled, glaring at the disciple. The scene was silent for a moment, it seemed to frighten Zhao Kang's strength, and the atmosphere didn't dare to say anything again.

After shaking his disciples around, Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen again and sneered, "Ye Chen, do you still climb? I ..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kang stopped because he saw a Qian Ying walking slowly not far away.

The comer's clothes fluttered, the three thousand blue silk flowed like blue waves, and the silk lingered around Guanghua. That peerless face was beautiful and suffocating. She was like an extraordinary fairy, and she did not mess with the world.

"It's Sister Ji Ningshuang." The disciples' eyes were all around.

Especially the male disciples, their eyes are fiery, naked. The naked salivation and admiration are fully exposed, but that is the beautiful and immortal fairy of the Zhengyang School outside the door, the object of all male disciples admiration.

In Zhengyang Sect, who doesn't know, Ji Ningshuang is indifferent to thousands of miles away from all his disciples, but only in front of Ye Chen will show the world-loving beauty. They are the golden boy and jade girls recognized by Zhengyang Sect.

Naturally, such pictures are limited to the past.

Now that Ye Chen is so down, the proud Ji Ningshuang will never smile at him like before.

"Ji Ningshuang." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, and he could hardly hear it. He didn't turn around, but his eyes were complicated.

That was the person he was willing to use his life to protect his life, but since the moment when his dantian was broken and repaired, Ji Ningshuang, who smiled brightly at him all day, became extremely indifferent.

Since that moment, Ye Chen has understood that the so-called affection, the so-called Shanmeng oath, have disappeared.

"Sister Ningshuang." Here, Zhao Kang has opened the folding fan neatly, greeted with a smile, and he was really evil.

For Zhao Kang's smiling face, Ji Ningshuang only nodded politely, but her look remained indifferent, as if any disturbance in the world would not make her beautiful eyes ripple.

Came to Ye Chen lightly, although Ji Ningshuang had sighs and regrets in her mind, there was nothing but indifference in the beautiful eyes, as if to say: We are no longer all the way.

"Go all the way." Few words, although beautiful, like heaven, still couldn't hide the coldness in Ji Ningshuang's tone.

"What kind of expression do you have, pity?" Without going to see Ji Ningshuang, Ye Chen just bent over to pick up the backpack that fell to the ground. There was no tenderness in the words anymore. It was heartbreaking to say so.

Ji Ningshuang didn't say a word. Some of the feelings of the past were just a momentary whistle.

"Leave, leave." Ye Chen patted the dust on the backpack gently, Ye Chen turned slowly, striding on tired feet, the thin back, looked extra lonely under the moonlit night.