The atmosphere inside the venue was a little weird.
Ye Wentian touched his forehead.
"Hey, can't you make it clearer?" Ye Wentian glanced helplessly at the person in front of him.
Han Qianluo's eyes flashed, and she seemed to sense something was wrong.
"I have something important to do with the Great Flame Dragon King."
"Today's grand gathering at the main peak is over. Let all the disciples disperse. Also... no one can enter the main hall to disturb us without my order."
Han Qianluo's eyes swept over and glanced at the senior officials of the main peak of Tiangong.
Say it.
Without further words, he glanced at Ye Wentian.
Then he turned around and walked towards the main hall ahead.
Ye Wentian nodded and didn't think much. He did have many questions and wanted to ask the Tiangong Palace Master.
What kind of door is that?
I don’t know anything yet.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures in front disappeared from everyone's sight.
"this……"
"Something's wrong."
"It's important? Can't you interrupt me?"
The expressions on the faces of the powerful Tiangong senior officials in the field were slightly deadlocked.
Recalling the previous weirdness of the palace master, the more I thought about it, the more wrong I felt.
"As expected of Brother Ye, it seems I have to change my name in the future." Qin Shanhe smiled freely and glanced in the direction of the main hall.
With the departure of Ye Wentian and others.
On the main peak platform, the Tiangong disciples gathered gradually dispersed.
The main peak of Tiangong is the white circular main hall.
In this main palace, apart from the palace owner, there are only a handful of people in the entire Heavenly Palace who are qualified to enter the palace.
Ye Wentian was sitting upright on the white jade side seat in the hall.
There is a delicate fragrance in front of me.
Han Qianluo's eyes widened and he leaned over, staring at the person in front of him.
"What do you want to do?" Ye Wentian lowered his eyebrows and glanced politely.
Under the gauze, the ravine is bottomless.
The figure is really nothing to say, even worse than Ke Yuwei.
"Little thief, would you like..." Han Qianluo raised his jade hand and placed it on Ye Wentian's chin.
The gasps of the two men were clearly audible.
Ye Wentian stared blankly.
Gouzi's magical power is indeed extraordinary. Does it have such a strange effect?
That must be willing.
"It's easy to say, I would like to..." Ye Wentian looked serious.
"Would you like to be my ninth adopted son?" Han Qianluo's blue eyes flashed, and her eyes became a little gentler.
In the middle of Ye Wentian's words, he suddenly stopped.
What's the meaning?
Yoshiko?
Han Qianluo nodded slightly, his eyes a little more gentle: "Very good, I will call you Jiu'er from now on."
"Jiu'er, let's talk about business next."
The look on Han Qianluo's face became a little more serious.
She just finished speaking.
"Buzz!"
"..."
A terrifying spiritual power rose into the sky.
The entire main hall trembled.
This movement is quite big. Outside the main hall, the powerful people from Tiangong, as well as Danyangzi and others looked at each other and stared blankly at the same time.
They all raised their heads and focused on the front.
"This shock!"
"As expected of Mr. Ye."
"A role model for our generation..."
Yun Kuo and Yun Hu had a strange light in their eyes.
Rather than being taught skills by the Heavenly Palace, they actually wanted to follow Mr. Ye and learn the secret skills that even their father admired.
The high-ranking powerful men in Tiangong looked slightly ugly at this moment.
No matter how slow they react, they will finally understand what is going on.
The expressions of everyone outside the hall were changing.
In the palace at this time.
"I belong to your uncle!" Ye Wentian stood up suddenly and stared at the person in front of him.
How much does she like to have sons?
Ye Wentian stood up.
The two people sitting side by side were almost touching each other.
The huge Rouran pressed against his chest.
"you……"
"What do you mean?" Han Qianluo's eyes trembled, his face flushed, and he quickly took a step back.
Didn't we have a good conversation just now?
The person in front of me said he was willing.
"I want to be a foster father!"
"Han Qianluo, don't go too far. I didn't settle the score with you for the previous sneak attacks." Ye Wentian took a step forward and spoke repeatedly.
Mentioning the previous few times, Han Qianluo's cheeks became even redder, and there was a bit more anger in his eyes.
"You little thief, shut up."
"Let's each take a step back. You first remove the strange seal in my body." Han Qianluo felt his cheeks burning and immediately shouted softly.
"Won't."
"..."
Ye Wentian glanced at the person in front of him and spoke bluntly.
Gouzi's great magical power belongs to the secret art of the beast tribe, and he doesn't know much about it.
As soon as these words came out.
Han Qianluo's eyes paused, and she couldn't help but take a deep look at the person in front of her.
"You...do you really want it?" Han Qianluo frowned.
That weird technique was done by the person in front of me.
Is there any reason that cannot be understood?
The previous few times, she was not allowed to succeed. This time she is here in person, and no one will come to the main hall.
The more he thought about it, the heart of Han Qianluo's heart beat faster unconsciously.
"What?" Ye Wentian was stunned for a moment.
I didn't react for a while.
"You... it's nothing, let's talk about business." Han Qianluo took a deep breath to calm down the restless energy in his body, and immediately changed the topic.
She raised her head again, and her blue eyes returned to calmness.
"Ye Wentian, you killed the high-ranking envoy, took over the tower, broke the rules, and disrupted the order. The higher-ups will definitely send someone over, and then I will have no choice but to sell you." Han Qianluo's eyes were focused and her expression was serious. a bit.
Ye Wentian looked strange.
This suggestion came from my own mouth.
It still made him feel weird to say it directly to the person in front of him at this moment.
"Eh."
"Nothing to worry about."
"However, there are conditions. For the spiritual stones owed to me by the Luanxing City martial arts community, your Tiangong will be responsible for collecting the debt." Ye Wentian waved his hand and spoke bluntly.
The martial arts world in Dayan may not be peaceful in the near future, and I don't have time to find them one by one.
"Okay." Han Qianluo nodded.
This matter is a piece of cake for Tiangong.
"Well, the other thing is, sell me once for a hundred pieces of spiritual jade." Ye Wentian smiled and looked at the person in front of him.
Martial arts resources are the top priority.
And you can't just plow it all away at once, it is wise to buy and sell in the long term.
When Han Qianluo heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle and subconsciously covered his mouth.
As the lord of the Tiangong Palace, she is powerful and holds a high position. No one dares to talk to her like this for an unknown amount of time.
"Ye Wentian, do you know that the strength of the powerful men sent by the high-ranking envoy Death will probably surpass the body-fitting realm, and you cannot be his opponent."
Han Qian calmed down and spoke softly.
"Which one is up there? Daomen? Where is it?" Ye Wen's third eye became more interested and asked the key.
The outer territory is so big that I don’t know how wide it is.
Even the boss at the peak of the Fit Realm dare not say that he fully understands this so-called Taoist sect, which Ye Wentian is very unfamiliar with.
"Have you ever heard of the story of searching for immortals overseas?" Han Qianluo's eyes were focused, and the look on his face was more serious than ever before.
