C2310 What Should I Do
"What should we do?"
The only thing that lingered in the Great Elder's mind was what to do!
But before he could think of a way to deal with it.
A buzzing sound could be heard in the air.
The next moment, the electric saw in Bald Ruo's hand showed its power once again!
Bang! Bang!
Several consecutive explosions sounded. Out of all the elders present, only Yao Chuanwei was left. He was still alive and kicking as he stood there.
The rest of them either became hedgehogs or their bodies were destroyed, leaving only Nascent Infant and Cang Huang to escape.
Pitiful!
It was too horrible to look at!
The dignified Dao Seeking Sect, which had ruled the Eastwood Mansion for over ten thousand years, had actually been beaten to a pulp just like that...
Yao Chuanwei's face was filled with grief.
In his heart, he had long regretted it to the point that his intestines had turned green.
He was perfectly fine, but in order to act cool, he had provoked such a terrifying child.
What the f * ck, why did he have to do this?
The Sect Master Zeng Haoren's expression was also very ugly.
He hated Yao Chuanwei for what he had done. He hated Yao Chuanwei for making their Dao Seeking Sect the laughing stock of the world.
Today's scene had happened right in front of all the sects. It was impossible to conceal it even if he wanted to.
If he had known this would happen, he would have stopped Yao Chuanwei with force.
"Old thing, how dare you provoke Young Master Meng? Look at me, Senior Servant Rong. I will make you suffer!"
"Wait for Senior Servant Rong to finish pricking you! In the future, I, Bald Ruo, will cut you into pieces. Hahaha!"
Senior Servant Rong and Bald Ruo, one on the left and one on the right, pushed towards Yao Chuanwei.
Ye Meng grinned and rubbed his chin, as if he was watching a good show.
The Sect Master and Sect Leader from the surrounding sects had long been frightened to the point of prostrating on the ground and trembling.
Even the elders of the Dao Seeking Sect, who were in the Divine Clone stage, had been tortured to such a miserable state.
What more a small fry like them?
At this moment, they could not say how regretful they were.
One had to know that they had mocked this child just now.
What if he made a fuss about it later?
The Sect Master and Sect Leader felt extremely regretful in their hearts. They almost wanted to slap themselves a few big brackets.
I'm calling you a b * tch. You deserve to be slapped to death.0
"Don't... Don't come over!"
Yao Chuanwei, who had always been overbearing and rude, panicked.
He looked at Senior Servant Rong and Bald Ruo, who were closing in on him, and his body could not help but tremble.
"Wait!"
At this moment, Ye Meng's childish voice suddenly sounded.
"Senior Servant Rong, Bald Ruo, stop for a moment!"
Senior Servant Rong and Bald Ruo immediately stopped when they heard Ye Meng's words.
"Young Master Meng, what can I do for you?"
Both of them replied respectfully.
When Ye Meng heard this, he waved his hand and pointed at the row of Dao Seeking Sect elders who were stabbed by Senior Servant Rong like hedgehogs.
"You old things, do you want to remove the golden needles?"
Xia Jiba and the other elders, who were rolling on the ground, replied without thinking.
"Yes!"
"Since you want to remove the golden needles, you must first scold this old man who wants to usurp the throne!"
Ye Meng's childish voice was like the voice of a devil, full of temptation.
When Xia Yuanba and the others heard this, they were instantly stunned.
This child actually made them scold the Great Elder?
How could this be? What if the Great Elder bore a grudge against them? Wouldn't that be terrible?
Seeing that Xia Yuanba and the others didn't respond, Ye Meng couldn't help but sneer.
"Looks like you guys haven't had enough of the taste of the golden needles. Senior Servant Rong, add some ingredients for them!"
When she said this, Senior Servant Rong immediately responded and looked at Xia Yuanba and the others with a gloomy expression.
When they heard this, the elders immediately panicked.
What should they do?
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