The Huaxia man didn't have time to pay attention to Zhang Tingting's questioning, but hooked his finger at Ye Xiu and said softly: "Come with us, if you don't want your friend to die." ”

While speaking, a strong man beside him took out his mobile phone and played the video, Ye Xiu frowned, and saw that the person in the video turned out to be Devia.

Unexpectedly, Devia had already arrived in Bencheng and was arrested by these people.

Ye Xiu didn't speak, and under Zhang Tingting's gaze, he followed the Chinese man to the outside of the alley.

In the middle of Ben City, in an ancient castle, there is an incomparably spacious hall, and the walls are burning with flames.

The entire hall exudes a solemn atmosphere.

Above is a chair made of pure black iron, which resembles the seat of an ancient king.

A red carpet leads from under the seats to the door.

The furnishings in the main hall also carry an air of iron and blood, and the walls are covered with all kinds of cold weapons, long swords, iron spears, and heavy shields, which are covered with traces of time.

Everything is a cultural relic, as if it had just been unearthed.

On the iron seat above, there sat an old man with long hair, with gray hair, but his eyes were full of vitality, and his face was even more majestic and domineering.

On his left and right, there was a young man standing on each side, and the young man on the left was majestic, with inch hair and sharp eyes.

The young man on the right has a calm demeanor, but there is a killing aura between his eyebrows, and when he goes to that station, the sharp arrow that comes out of the sheath will be cut out at any time.

Under the iron seat, the red carpet is the boundary, and there are rows of people standing on each side, men and women standing on one side, talking to each other.

The iron door of the main hall was pushed open, and a group of people walked in.

"Old Wu, Tu San is back!"

Two dark-skinned women, who were very muscular, pushed open the door and stepped aside, only to see that the eyes of the two rows of people were all on the door.

Ye Xiugang walked in, raised his eyes, and looked around.

The building is very well preserved, with a touch of Western culture, which is a bit interesting.

When he walked into the main hall and saw the battle like the Western Kingdom, a sneer rose in his heart.

What age is this, and anyone still wants to live the life of a king and an emperor?

Obviously, it's either cerebral palsy or retardation.

Especially when he saw that the old man on the iron throne was also a Chinese, the ridicule in his heart turned into contempt.

"Below are the three rich and young circles, the dragon head Ye Xiu?"

A voice full of majesty sounded, Ye Xiu smiled, and looked at the man.

He didn't speak, just looked at the person who called him, it turned out to be the greedy wolf who was beaten half to death by him some time ago!

This guy, like a personal guard, stood beside the old man, not moving at all, and his face was extremely solemn.

"What do you ask?"

The greedy wolf frowned, staring at Ye Xiu below, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but rise.

Last time, he suffered a lot at Ye Xiu's hands, and he was so insulted that he even collapsed his mentality, and it took a long time to ease up.

In the past two months, he has been cultivating hard every day, desperately breaking through himself, just to repay the humiliation and hatred of that day the next time he meets Ye Xiu.

Who knows, after seeing Ye Xiu now, he still can't control that irritable mood, especially Ye Xiu's leisurely stroll.

Even when he arrived in the tiger's den in Longtan, his face was full of fearless confidence, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Who asked me, you?"

Ye Xiu took a few steps forward, and after glancing at the greedy wolf, he lost interest and fell on the old man.

In the entire hall, there were more than a dozen people, and there was a strong surge of true qi on their bodies, and all of them were martial artists.

This did not surprise him, but the old man on the iron throne did not have the slightest breath on his body, and the true qi, Yuan Li could not feel it on his body.

This is strange, the momentum on the old man's body will not deceive people.

But his strength can't be so constricted that even Ye Xiu can't see the slightest, right?

"Don't talk nonsense, if I ask you anything, you will answer honestly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The greedy wolf said angrily.

"You're welcome, I'm interested," Ye Xiu stretched out his hand and hooked it after hearing this, "Come, show it out and take a look." ”

Being provoked, the greedy wolf couldn't stand it anymore, and with one step, he had to fight Ye Xiu for three hundred rounds.

"Greedy wolf, stand down, it's not time for you to play. ”

At this moment, the old man waved his hand to stop him.

The old man's words worked.

The greedy wolf gritted his teeth and retreated, staring at Ye Xiu with his eyes as if he was going to eat people.

The old man got up, came to the stairs, looked at Ye Xiu a few times, and casually grabbed the black box sent by a dark-skinned woman in his hand and opened it.

Inside was a domineering, rough long knife, Ye Xiu recognized, that was his crazy knife.

It had always been kept by Devia on the plane, but now it was in the hands of the old man.

"This knife is a big killing weapon, just for you, it's a tyrannical thing!"

The old man waved his knife and slashed through the air, bringing up a sharp edge.

"Whoosh!"

He swung his sword quickly, and suddenly, the blurred arc formed by the blade sliced a piece of steel armor in half.

Blade outcast?

This old man turned out to be a martial artist of the Holy Soldier Stream.

It wasn't until he released the blade that a strong Yuan Force appeared on his body.

Among the holy soldiers, only the sword and sword are the most powerful, focusing on killing, and the old man is the sword flow!

"Tyrannical creatures?"

Ye Xiu shook his head, he knew what the old man meant.

In the eyes of the other party, he is a Xuangong Stream martial artist.

Theoretically speaking, the Xuangong Flowing Martial Daoist uses a knife, and it is true that he cannot exert the strongest power.

However, theories are just theories after all, Ye Xiu never admitted that he didn't know how to use a knife, but the other party hadn't seen it.

"Otherwise, such a domineering blade is really a waste in your hands, and now, you see it with your own eyes, it is very excited, and it shines in my hands, so ········" The old man's eyes flashed with coldness, and he smiled indifferently: "This knife belongs to me, what do you think?"

Ye Xiu was silent for a moment, turned his head slightly, and saw that Devia was being held out by two people, struggling.

Ye Xiu turned his head, nodded and said, "The hero is equipped with a sword, it's yours!"

The old man shook his head, put away the mad knife casually, and with a wave of his hand, the mad knife plunged straight into the ground, stabbing deeply into it and tilting.

"Haha, Ye Xiu, aren't you crazy! When you see my master, why aren't you arrogant, you also have times of cowardice!"

The greedy wolf came over at this time, pointing at Ye Xiu and mocking.

Hearing Ye Xiu's ass with his own ears, he felt extremely comfortable, and finally let him see Ye Xiu's weak side.

Seeing one's master is not like a cat seeing a mouse.

"Hehe, the old man thinks that this young man is very sincere, but even if you don't say it, I will still accept this knife. So you slap the horse, it doesn't work, go on, if I am satisfied, maybe I can let you go alive. ”