Although the Iron Sword Immortal was lowering his head at this time, it could still be seen from the corner of his mouth that he still had a smile of a successful plot. It was obvious that what he was looking forward to was indeed

Ye Yaorao is under such huge public pressure now, and she will definitely not attack herself, otherwise she will be insulted and despised by the entire fairy world.

But what Iron Sword Immortal didn't expect was that Ye Yaorao actually reached out and pinched the Iron Sword Immortal's neck, stared at Iron Sword Immortal coldly and said, "Do you really think I dare not kill you like this? All living beings are talking all over the world, but others are afraid of me, but don't worry, I will not kill you today as you wish!"

When Iron Sword Immortal heard what Ye Yaorao said before, his heart was already in his throat. If Murong Ningyue really didn't play according to the routine and killed him directly, he would have suffered a huge loss.

However, when he heard Ye Yaorao's words, the Iron Sword Immortal finally let go of his heart again. It seemed that Ye Yaorao's words just were just scaring him, but in fact he didn't dare to take action at all.

Just as the Iron Sword Immortal was relaxing, Ye Yaorao suddenly made a move like lightning, and quickly slapped the Iron Sword Immortal's hands and feet a few times.

Iron Sword Immortal didn't feel much, but when Ye Yaorao finished doing these hands that let go of the hand that pinched Iron Sword Immortal's neck, Iron Sword Immortal suddenly realized that she was actually a little unsteady.

Just when Ye Yaorao had slapped, a hint of sourness appeared. The Iron Sword Immortal immediately understood that Ye Yaorao had already moved on his body just now, but at this time he could not say anything more. After all, Ye Yaorao had already let him go and did not kill him in public.

At this time, Ye Yaorao had already stood in the center of the square and shouted to everyone: "If you want those demons, come up and challenge me. Don't blame me for not reminding you that it will be dark. If you don't come up, you will have no chance."

After Ye Yaorao said that, she stood in the center of the square with a cold expression. At this time, the wind was blowing Ye Yaorao's clothes and ink hair began to flutter in the wind. Combined with Ye Yaorao's indifferent temperament, she was like a banished immortal coming to earth.

Those disciples of those sects looked at me and I looked at you. Although they had a strong sense of the demon clan in their hearts, they did not dare to step forward when facing Ye Yaorao.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Poison King, who was wrapped in the tornado, finally revealed his true face. At this time, his clothes had been torn into strips of cloth, and his face was covered with various poison powder. He collapsed on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

When the disciples of Wan Poison Sect saw that the head of the sect looked like this, they all looked hesitant. They wanted to come up to check the injuries of Wan Poison King, but they were afraid of being infected with the poison powder on Wan Poison King, so they were so hesitant.

The King of Ten Thousand Poisons never thought that the poison technique he was proud of was the cause of his final death. Seeing that no one dared to challenge him again, Ye Yaorao was about to end the game and suddenly someone shouted: "This competition is a sect battle. Although you are powerful, you haven't said which sect you are from? Those sects that have already been defeated are not qualified to fight again!"
Chapter completed!