Chapter 1837 Fighting

   Obviously, there is a personal grudge between the two.

   Moreover, neither of them killed them, so they are obviously not some kind of enemies.

  As long as Ling Zhiyu's life is not in danger, Gu Zhiqi has no intention of making a move.

  Listening to Gu Zhiqi's answer, Tang Yichen stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "Ah? Just do it like this and wait for nothing?"

  Gu Zhiqi glanced sideways at Tang Yichen, raised his eyebrows and said, "People from the same sect didn't get involved, so what are you worrying about?"

  Tang Yichen: "..."

   But, didn't they fight because of us?

  In the end, Tang Yichen didn't do anything, just stood aside and watched like Gu Zhiqi.

  Ling Zhiyu and Yang Siran fought for a while, and the competition was determined.

  Yang Siran is not Ling Zhiyu's opponent at all.

   Realizing this, Yang Siran gritted his teeth, "Why are you standing there? Why don't you come over and help?"

  As soon as Yang Siran said this, the other disciples were silent, and then looked at the sky and the earth, but they didn't look at her.

  Yang Siran's little followers also started to pretend to be stupid, and didn't intend to step forward to help.

  Yang Siran is not afraid of Ling Zhiyu, but they are different.

  They are not like Yang Siran, who has an uncle who is the head of the sect. Yang Siran can be safe if he provokes Ling Zhiyu, but they won't.

   Seeing that none of the group of people came to help her, Yang Siran gritted his teeth bitterly, "Useless things."

   After finishing speaking, he grabbed the whip and slammed it at Ling Zhiyu again.

  Ling Zhiyu reached out and grabbed Yang Siran's whip again this time.

  Yang Siran saw this, and immediately ran over to grab it, "Give me back the whip... ah!" Before he could finish speaking, Yang Siran was whipped, "Ling Zhiyu, you dare to hit me? Do you really dare to hit me?!"

  Ling Zhiyu held the whip, looked at Yang Siran coldly, "Didn't you ask me to return your whip?"

   "Ah! Ahhh!" Yang Siran screamed repeatedly, not knowing whether he was angry or hurt by the whip.

   Both Tang Yichen and Gu Zhiqi felt a little disgusted by the sharp and ear-piercing screams, so they silently took a few steps back.

  Seeing this, Ling Zhiyu swung his whip at Yang Siran again.

  Seeing this, Yang Siran jumped back immediately, barely avoiding Ling Zhiyu's whip, "Ling Zhiyu, you vicious woman!"

  Ling Zhiyu heard the words and destroyed her whip in front of Yang Siran.

  Seeing this, Yang Siran screamed again, "Ah! Ahhh! If you dare to destroy my whip, I will kill you!"

   After finishing speaking, she rushed towards Ling Zhiyu, but suddenly stopped in the middle of the rush.

   When meeting Ling Zhiyu's cold eyes, Yang Siran's sanity suddenly returned a little.

  She suddenly remembered that she couldn't beat Ling Zhiyu.

   Forget it, I will kill it later.

  Ling Zhiyu threw the broken whip to Yang Siran's feet, and Yang Siran shrank back subconsciously.

  Ling Zhiyu: "Trouble me again, and you will be the one who will change a little next time."

  Yang Siran heard the words, looked at the few pieces of whips on the ground, and cried directly.

   I don't know whether it was because I was scared to cry, or because I felt sorry for her whip.

  Tang Yichen was amazed.

  Ling Zhiyu walked up to Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "Sorry for wasting your time."

  Seeing this, Tang Yichen waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.

   "Ling Zhiyu, what's your relationship with him?" Yang Siran stopped crying suddenly, looked at Ling Zhiyu and Tang Yichen with teary eyes.

  Ling Zhiyu: "It has nothing to do with you."

   After finishing speaking, Ling Zhiyu said to Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "Let's go."

  (end of this chapter)