The woman's eyes were filled with eyes and her eyes were blurred.
Their eyes met, and at that moment, Ye Han felt an indescribable temptation coming towards him.
This temptation seemed to go straight to the depths of his own soul, making Ye Han feel as if his own will was momentarily lost and he was about to fall into the other person's eyes.
"Heart of Heaven, Heaven is ruthless, my heart is eternal!"
Ye Han's will surged, the power of the Heart of Heaven spread out, his mind stabilized, and his whole body returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"so close!"
Ye Han was shocked inside.
Having reached his current height, at that moment, there was a sign of losing his mind and losing his will.
Just terrible.
You know, Ye Han's current state is that of the Immortal Lord.
What kind of physique is this?
This physique is similar to Ji Luan's Miaoyu Mei body.
But the threat is much greater than Miao Yumei's body.
The beautiful jade body can only be said to arouse the most primitive desires in people's hearts.
This kind of physique can actually make people lose their will, fall into the mental illusion created by the other person, and be unable to extricate themselves. They forget themselves, follow the other person's will in a daze, and then become a puppet.
"Um?"
Just when Ye Han's thoughts were surging, the woman's eyes changed slightly and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was a little surprised.
But the next moment, her expression returned to normal and she looked at Ye Han with a smile: "Junior Brother Ye!"
"Your Excellency?"
Ye Han looked at the woman in front of him with a cold face and unkind eyes.
As soon as this woman came up, she used the power of her body to disrupt her will. Most of the time, she was doing bad things.
"My name is Meng Yiyi!"
The woman smiled and spoke, not caring about Ye Han's cold expression.
"Meng Yiyi? One of the three saints?"
Ye Han immediately thought of everything that Young Master Guangguang told him when he talked with him before.
In this temple of light, in addition to a dozen young masters, there are also three great saints.
One of the three saints is called Meng Yiyi.
The saint is different from those young masters.
Among the young masters, there may be some who are relatively low-level, only in their early eighties, and were appointed as young masters because of the favor of their fathers and masters.
However, the three saints all have extraordinary means and realms, and they are definitely promoted by their own strength.
"I really didn't expect that just as I, Ye Han, came to the Temple of Light, one of the three saints would come to my door. Tell me, what's the matter?"
Ye Han spoke calmly, not having a good attitude.
The gentle lady was very jealous, but as soon as this woman came up, she resorted to tricks, which made Ye Han very unhappy.
If he hadn't possessed the heart of Heaven and the Immortal Soul realm had reached Immortal Master Hundred Calamities, he might have fallen into the Dao at this moment.
Male immortals must know how to protect themselves when they go out.
Ye Han remained cautious.
"Junior brother Ye, you don't have to reject me like this, right?"
Meng Yiyi looked at Ye Han with a smile: "We have something to talk about. I wonder if we can go and sit at Shenxia Peak?"
"If you have something to do, let's talk about it here."
Ye Han glanced at the other party, his eyes unabashedly passing by the proud and towering place in front of the other party, and said playfully.
"There are so many people here."
Meng Yiyi smiled lightly and said, "Junior brother Ye, are you sure you want to talk here?"
Ye Han glanced around and found that many disciples were gathered not far away, both male and female. The various female disciples looked admiringly, with a hint of jealousy deep in their eyes.
And those male disciples were almost sluggish, their eyes were blurred, as if they were trapped in the aura emanating from Meng Yiyi, unable to extricate themselves, lost in their true intentions, and few of them could remain normal.
Ye Han was speechless, but thinking about it, with Meng Yiyi's special physique and aura, she would probably be the focus of countless immortals no matter where she went.
"If we don't talk here, why don't we go to the saint's boudoir?"
Ye Han narrowed his eyes.
"sure!"
"I just don't know if Junior Brother Ye dares to go?"
Meng Yiyi straightened her chest and looked at Ye Han provocatively.
"lead the way!"
Ye Han spoke directly.
The gazes of many disciples around him were like daggers, and they seemed to be extremely unhappy with himself and Meng Yiyi talking and laughing, which made Ye Han quite uncomfortable.
"Junior brother Ye, come with me."
As Meng Yiyi spoke, she came to Ye Han's side and naturally took Ye Han's arm.
"Um?"
Ye Han frowned.
The moment Meng Yiyi came up to hold him, Ye Han felt that the eyes around him were ten times colder, and many of the disciples of the Temple of Light seemed to have strong murderous intentions.
At this moment, Ye Han already knew that Meng Yiyi was deliberately making a prank.
Holding oneself in this way directly pushed oneself into the hostile face of countless disciples.
His arms stretched out, and suddenly, Ye Han hugged Meng Yiyi's soft and warm waist.
The five fingers are unpredictable, running up and down the opponent's waist.
Meng Yiyi's face turned red instantly, her breath was like blue, and her breathing became a little rapid. She glared at Ye Han with shame and anger, and then began to struggle.
Unfortunately it didn't work.
Ye Han's arms were like iron pliers, tightly confining his body.
No matter how hard Meng Yiyi struggled, it was to no avail.
Ye Han looked at the opponent's body wantonly.
Feeling the softness in his hand, his fingers even spread up. Under the murderous eyes of many disciples of the Temple of Light at this moment, Ye Han kneaded it slightly as if he was having fun.
Meng Yiyi snorted, and her delicate body trembled for a moment, and her cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment showed a bit of unprecedented charm.
"let me go!"
Meng Yiyi gasped.
"Isn't the saint taking me to the boudoir for a secret talk? Let's go now!"
Ye Han spoke wantonly.
"you……."
Meng Yiyi struggled.
"If you don't leave, I can't guarantee that I will do something else next."
Ye Han said jokingly: "The Dream Saint, who is so pure and pure, with an alluring physique, is indeed very attractive. How many men can stop her?"
"Shenxia Peak!"
Meng Yiyi gritted her teeth and spoke with a trembling voice.
Ye Han smiled, said no more, and stood up in one step.
Ye Han has already memorized the map of the Temple of Light in his mind. Although he has never been to many divine peaks, he still knows places like Shenxia Peak.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were far away and disappeared at the end of the sky.
"Damn it!"
"Who is this?"
"He actually dares to hold the Dream Saint in his arms. Is he looking for death?"
A long time after Ye Han left, many disciples finally woke up and spoke angrily.
Many disciples looked at each other, but they were all very unfamiliar with Ye Han. They had never seen such a disciple before.
Some people even had murderous intentions, wishing to rise from the sky, and directly pursue Ye Han at this moment.
Ye Han didn't know anything about this. A moment later, he had arrived at Shenxia Peak with Meng Yiyi in his arms...
