"Brother Yin, why get angry?"
Jian Qianxiong silently flashed in front of Ye Zhen, his large sleeves gently blocking, suddenly there was a sound like the beating of hide, and the cold Qi that Yin Changsheng had directed at Ye Zhen disappeared.
The anxiety that had just risen in Ye Zhen's heart also settled.
When Yin Changsheng had angrily lashed out, Ye Zhen had also been startled, never expecting Yin Changsheng to make a move against him under these circumstances. Moreover, as an Establishment King, let alone other aspects, the speed of his attack was almost at the extreme.
"Angry! Hmph, Brother Jian, what excellent disciples you train! Facing several of us Establishment Kings, they dare to mock and curse!" Longevity Sect Master Yin Changsheng said with an unhappy face.
"Hehe, this lad Ye Zhen is just bold and unrestrained in speech, not attentive! Don't worry, Brother Yin, I will certainly discipline him when we get back!"
