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Sorcerer Phillips, dressed in a black robe and a mage's peaked hat, stroked his big white beard and smiled.
As soon as he appeared, he smiled and waved with all the sages, "You have been waiting for a long time, and I have talked with the master Yinghemen."
Beside Phillips, that burly, silver-white man with short hair is just like Yinghe!
The two walked together, their figures and appearances were completely different, but they felt like they were indistinguishable from each other.
It's just that the breath that Phillips exudes is like an ethereal and deep ancient forest.
And Ying He, the breath released is like a sea of swords and flames!
Compared with these two people, Ye Fan, the sword god, is like a kid who has no power to bind a chicken.
After all, Ye Fan didn't disintegrate at this time, even if he didn't use Qianlong Art, Ye Fan was just shaping the spiritual cultivation base, which was not worth mentioning.
Obviously, all the saints present have also noticed this.
Many of them were just seeing Ye Fan for the first time, and they all cast doubtful glances at this sword god.
This young man... really has such a great ability
If the facts were not in front of them, the sages would not think that Jiujianxian would lose to such a kid.
The two Fei Ye Qing dance girls, although they are the masters of Qing Ye Lou, are like the maids at this moment, silently waiting behind Ying He, and they dare not say anything.
After all, almost none of the sages present was weaker than them, and naturally they had no turn to speak.
Phillips walked to Ye Fan and introduced with a smile: "Your Lord Sword God, this is the master of the night owl gate of the ancient Demon Abyss, the golden messenger of the Seven Lights messengers in the City of Innocence, Ying He.
The cause of the Saint Cloud Conference this time was also about the City of Innocence and the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, which needed to be communicated.
Of course, from the standpoint of our Immortal Palace and Dongtianfudi, I hope this is a friendly dialogue.
If you can resolve the matter with harmony, then everyone can have a few drinks and make friends.
The path of spiritual practice is mostly lonely. There are not many opportunities for gatherings like this today. I hope that there will be a good result. "
Ye Fan looked calm, and said lightly: "If it's a reasonable discussion, then of course I don't mind."
Yinghe grinned, and a pair of tiger eyes looked at Ye Fan for a while, "So... Sword God is still from the Shenlong clan?"
As soon as this remark came out, some holy realms on the scene were stunned.
Except for a few who knew the situation and were of the same sacred realm of the dragon bloodline as the scene, no one else really noticed it.
Ye Fan wasn't surprised. A strong person with a certain level of cultivation and keen enough, even if he used Qianlong tactics, he would be seen through.
At the beginning, outside Beiming City, the two holy ancestors who guarded the city looked through him.
"Exactly," Ye Fan was also very calm. To this day, there is actually nothing to hide.
After speaking, Ye Fan nodded and smiled at the other two Shenlong Saint Realm powerhouses on the same scene.
The two ancestors of the Shenlong clan also smiled and nodded, obviously they had known it a long time ago.
"Your Sword God is actually from the Shenlong clan?"
"What's weird, there have always been a lot of people from the Shenlong clan in Dongtianfudi."
"What is rare is... Ten thousand years later, the Shenlong clan has unexpectedly developed an imperial sword intent..."
A few holy realms were chatting on the side, and they were all amazed, feeling that the powerful Shenlong clan came out in large numbers.
"Speaking of... When the old man was young, he had a romantic relationship with a woman from the Shenlong clan.
That is still a female dragon, and the old lady can still remember the taste of that female dragon...
It's a pity that the clan can't intermarry, and the mother dragon is pregnant with the old man's child..." Yinghe recalled.
Hearing the word "mother dragon", the two Shenlong ancestors present frowned.
The black long-bearded skinny monkey man in the night xiaomen smiled evilly: "The master, then, what happened to the female dragon? Was there a little dragon for a baby? Or a little tiger?"
"Haha! I just want to play with the mother dragon, how can I really want to be a kid?"
As soon as the mother dragon became pregnant, she was torn to pieces by the old man..." Yinghe grinned.
Everyone at Ye Xiaomen listened to it, and suddenly laughed wantonly, seeming to find it extremely interesting.
Ye Fan furrowed his brows, and the girls showed disgust. This guy clearly deliberately gave a humiliation to the Shenlong family.
Sudden! An ancestor of the Shenlong clan at the scene burst out with the power of Chaos and Longwei!
"The beast... the one who killed my sister Yuling and shredded her into the wilderness... turned out to be!?"
This ancestor of the Shenlong clan was so angry that he did not expect that he would suddenly meet his closest relatives and enemies here!
"What!? Yuming, that person is my sister?!"
Another ancestor of the Shenlong clan, apparently also aware of this, immediately glared at him.
All the sages at the scene were also taken aback, and there was a major incident. It is estimated that Ying He did not expect that the enemy family was on the scene.
However, Yinghe looked relaxed, and said indifferently: "Oh... It turns out that it is the female dragon surnamed Ji, it is my sister, haha... What a coincidence."
"Yinghe! My sister was kidnapped at all! This bastard! There is a kind of don't run away today, I will let the blood pay for it!!"
After Ji Yu made it clear, the coercion of the Eucharist suddenly increased, the golden flames in his eyes flashed, and the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon was directly!
The faces of all the saints on the scene suddenly changed, and the Saint Body cultivation base and the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon were definitely the existence that the ordinary Holy Spirit realm would not dare to provoke.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yuming, who has always been low-key in Dongtianfudi, has quietly entered the realm of Golden Dragon!
If it weren't for this Qingye Tower to be made of special materials and reinforced by an array, this pressure alone would be enough to destroy the entire high-rise building.
Yinghe sneered, "It didn't take long to step into the five-clawed golden dragon, just because the old man is standing here, what can I do?"
Ying He said, a trace of golden aura flickered on her body, thunder light throbbed, and the pressure released instantly pressed Ji Yuming back!
"Baihu's scum, when my Shenlong clan has no one!?" Another Shenlong clan ancestor also suddenly broke out of Eucharist coercion!
For a moment, Ying He seemed to be one-to-two, but his face still smirked.
Tensions!
Nian Rujiao gently tugged Ye Fan's arm, "Husband... Do you want to..."
Ye Fan shook his head. He wasn't afraid of Yinghe, but it wasn't when he shot.
I saw that the Sorcerer King Phillips sighed and squinted his wand towards the floor...
"Tuk!"
On the floor, a strange wave of magical energy rippled.
In an instant, the energy in Yinghe and the two Shenlong ancestors disappeared!
The coercion in the Qingye Tower disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Ying He squinted his eyes and glanced at Phillips weirdly.
"The master Ying Hemen praised it, but today's Saint Cloud Conference is not for the purpose of creating personal grievances.
When the conference is over, the old man will not stop the sect master and the Shenlong clan as they want to fight," Phillips said with a smile.
The sages looked at the Magic King with complicated eyes, and were quite amazed at his unpredictable magic cultivation.
Ye Fan also muttered in his heart, this old guy really has something...
"Your Excellency, Sorcerer King, it shouldn't be too late. Let's start this Sacred Cloud Conference," Pei Mo stopped smiling.
Phillips nodded, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Come on, everyone, please sit down."