"Huh?" King Muye stared at a distance. Www,QuAnBen-XIaoShuo,cOM
A middle-aged Taoist priest, with a long sword on his back and a gourd hanging around his waist, walked with a smile.
It was Yan Chuan who taught the Dahe Sect disciples and took away their Jiu Jiansheng.
"Jiu Jiansheng? Is it you?" Wang Muye said coldly.
"Hahaha, Senior Makino, Master Yan Tao blessed the Great Yan Kingdom. It was my Dahezong's blessing. Didn't Senior Muye forget? This is Junior Yan, Senior Muye won't embarrass him!" Jiu Jiansheng laughed.
"What? Jiu Jiansheng, do you like this kid too?" Muye said solemnly.
"Naturally born sword bones are indeed suitable for cultivating swordsmanship. Naturally, I am happy with Hunting, but I will not persecute, it is all voluntary!" Jiu Jiansheng laughed.
"Senior Jiu Jiansheng? Thank you for your love. I have already worshipped Master and will not switch to him!" Yan Wudi said.
"It's okay, Master Yan Tao is a talented person. It is normal for him to have a few geniuses from his younger generation. I can only say that we have no fate. However, I promised Master Yan Tao in the past, and I will naturally bless the country of Yan!" Jiu Jian Sheng said.
"Yan Tao is dead, and no one in Yan State is in Dahezong, do you want Dahezong to be an insignificant person and be an enemy of me?" King Muye said solemnly.
"How dare you, but Senior Muye was wrong, who said that no one in the country of Yan is in Dahezong?" Jiu Jiansheng laughed.
"Huh?" King Muye narrowed his eyes.
"You mean Yan Chuan? Yan Tao's son?" Liu Gang shouted suddenly.
"Oh? Hahaha, Yan Tao's son? He's only a teenager this year, why, he's still alive now?" Wang Muye smiled.
"I'm naturally alive!" A voice suddenly came.
"King Muye is the same generation as my father, and I have admired it for a long time, but today I am bullying my younger Yan clan based on my cultivation base, which is inconsistent with the rumors! Oh, but let Yan Chuan feel disappointed!" The voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Huh?" Wang Muye looked down with a deep expression.
Liu Gang, Jiu Jiansheng, and Yan Wudi, all of them looked in the direction of the sound.
The crowd dispersed, and five people slowly walked out, Yan Chuan, Liu Jin, Mo Yuxi, Qinglong, and Baihu.
Seeing the five people, King Muye narrowed his eyes, because the five people in front of him, except Yan Chuan and Liu Jin, couldn't see their cultivation level
"Yan Chuan! It's you!" Liu Gang said bitterly.
"Isn't this Liu Gongfeng? Last time I would like to thank Liu Gongfeng, the snake meat is really delicious!" Yan Chuan smiled and walked out.
"You!" Liu Gang's face was gloomy.
"Junior Brother Yan Chuan! See you again!" Jiu Jiansheng smiled.
Yan Chuan looked at Jiujiu Jiansheng, nodded and said: "For me, Dayan, and the king of Muye, thank you for this time!"
"Haha, I promised your father, he will naturally do what he says!" Jiu Jiansheng smiled.
Yan Chuan nodded, then looked at Yan Wudi and the three worshippers.
"Wang, prince!" The three worshippers thought for a while and stepped forward.
"Yeah!" Yan Chuan responded with a slight smile.
"Prince, this is the king of the word side by side!" Liu Jin reminded.
Yan Chuan waited quietly.
Looking at Yan Chuan, who was about his age, Yan Wudi's face was complicated.
"Prince, the courtesy can't be abandoned!" a worshipper whispered.
Yan Wudi raised his brows, nodded, took a deep breath, and made the simplest etiquette to Yan Chuan.
"Meet Uncle Wang!" Yan Wudi said with difficulty.
If it weren't for etiquette, Yan Wudi would really not shout. Because in Yan Wudi's heart, there is no respect for Yan Chuan.