Chapter 878 Whoever Hurts My Subordinates Will Die! (6)

"And you..."

Jun Ao looked at the remaining few people coldly.

"Changfeng, you pointed out, who did they do?"

Chang Feng wiped the blood from his face and limped over.

"He, he, and him!"

Except for the young man named Murong Yu, everyone else had attacked Ye Qingli.

Especially the one named Jiang Shuilan.

He is the most powerful among these people, a third-order martial artist of the wood system.

Just now, it was also his favorite.

"Hey, don't mess around..."

Jiang Shuilan began to shiver.

"I'm a direct disciple of the Xuanxian Sect! Do you know what a direct disciple means? It's the head of the sect..."

Chang Feng couldn't help but glance at him.

He is not someone like Ye Qingli who doesn't understand anything.

Xuanxianzong is a famous sect on this continent!

Especially his head, who is said to be a powerhouse who has broken through the eighth-order!

Even in the entire continent, he is one of the very few!

He glanced at Jun Aohan and couldn't help but be a little worried, would he be afraid?

He took another look at Ye Qingli who was leaning on Jun Aohan.

At this time, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if she didn't care at all.

It seems that the master still doesn't know what the identity of the other party means...

Jiang Shuilan hasn't finished speaking yet.

What he was going to say next turned into a scream like killing a pig!

"what--"

He was directly pushed to the ground by Jun Aohan!

Both knees were pierced by the ice cones condensed by his ice spirit power!

The kneecap suddenly shattered!

Then, Jun Aohan punched directly and punched his lower abdomen!

"puff!"

A large mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth!

He fell directly to the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

The whole body kept cramping, trembling, and sweating.

"You just..."

Jun Aohan stepped directly on his face and stomped heavily on his face!

There was an extremely crisp sound!

The cheekbones on his face were immediately stepped on by Jun Aohan!

Jun Ao said coldly, "Is it fun to play tricks?"

"Then, I will also let you taste the taste of being played!"

He glanced at the man named Murong Yu.

"Just now, only if you didn't do it, then I'll let you go! Let's go!"

Just now, he was the only one who didn't attack Ye Qingli, and he also stopped several other teenagers.

Jun Aohan's grievances are clear!

Murong Yu turned pale with fright.

However, he stood there and did not leave.

"Although I'm not your opponent, I can't leave either. They are all my companions. After I leave, what have I become? To be friends, it's difficult to be the same!"

Ye Qingli glanced at him.

This young man is still a little righteous...

Jun Ao said coldly, "If you want to be buried with them...then it's up to you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Brother Dongfang, who had been frozen into two statues and could only stand there shivering and blinking, was directly bombarded by Jun Aohan's ice spirit power.

The blood spurted wildly, and flew out towards the back.

Almost all the bones in the body were broken.

Blood spurted out of the seven orifices.

In their eyes, there was a look of incomparable horror.

Jiang Shuilan couldn't help crying.

"Hey, is it enough now? You're angry enough, can you let us go?"

"enough?"

Jun Ao smiled coldly.