"What did you say?" Hearing the news from the housekeeper, Ye Futian thought that his ears had heard it wrong, and his eyes widened, and the momentum released frightened him to retreat again and again, and when his back touched the wall, he stumbled to the ground under his feet, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

For many years, Ye Futian has always been gentle and elegant in front of the descendants of the family, and he has rarely been angry, seeing him so angry, the rest of the people stood motionless, and no one dared to make a sound.

The status of the hidden Ye family in the grassland of northern Tibet can be described as a master, as long as the Ye family appears, even if they are strong people at the level of Dao Heavenly Master, they must condescend to each other and treat each other with courtesy, and it is impossible for anyone to dare to kill the Ye family.

Everything behind this is because of Ye Futian's existence, and his influence in the grasslands of northern Tibet is almost deep-rooted and cannot be provoked.

Ye Futian was used to being in a high position, so it was no wonder that he was so shocked when he heard the news of Ye Geng's death.

At this time, the housekeeper was frightened by Ye Futian's sudden outburst of anger, and he dared to answer.

Seeing that the housekeeper didn't even dare to say anything, Ye Futian's seven orifices were smoking, and he directly grabbed the housekeeper from the ground, and as soon as he exerted his hand, the green tendons were about to bulge, and the housekeeper grabbed his hand tightly, his face was pale, and he was about to lose his breath.

"Brother Futian, don't be angry. With the appearance of the dustless abbot, a Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth.

Receiving the influence of Sanskrit, Ye Futian barely calmed down, but the majesty on his body still cannot be provoked: "What are you panicking about, the sky is falling and I, Ye Futian, tell me what's going on?"

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The housekeeper kept panting, and said in horror: "The third master and the young master Geng went to the trading place in Heihe City, and a young man defeated Miss Yinchai and the third master. ”

Recalling the strange scene of Ye Geng being killed, the housekeeper still had palpitations, and he narrated with a trembling voice: "I don't know what demon magic the young man cast, Miss Yinchai actually pulled out a knife at Young Master Geng and split him in half!"

Saying this, the butler showed a sad look on his face and let out a long sigh.

"Bump!"

In a hurry, Ye Futian directly smashed the table with one palm, and scolded sharply: "What a big boldness, you dare to talk nonsense, Yinchai is a Heavenly Master of the Eightfold Realm, how can he make a move on Geng'er." ”

For Yinchai, Ye Futian didn't know about it, he would never believe that Yinchai would kill Ye Geng.

Afraid that Ye Futian would attack him again in anger, the housekeeper hurriedly lay on the ground, and kept kowtowing to admit his mistake: "Master, if I have a lie, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky, and I will not die." ”

The news of Ye Geng's death had too much impact on Ye Futian, and in his anger, he was about to slap him to death.

Just as he was about to make a move, Wuchen next to him suddenly stopped Ye Futian and persuaded: "Brother Futian, this matter is too strange, don't be in a hurry to do it." ”

I have to say that the state of mind that Wuchen has cultivated after so many years of immersion in the half-step realm is indeed much stronger than Ye Futian, one is the eightfold realm and the other is the ninefold realm, except for him, the two of them

is the strongest person in Putuo Sect, and the two of them can be said to be his right-hand men, but now that both of them have fallen, he can still maintain such a state of mind, and he is worthy of being a half-step realm powerhouse.

It's not that the death of the two didn't have an impact on him, but the greater the impact, the calmer his state of mind became.

"Master Wuchen, Geng'er can be described as the future heir of my lineage, if he is killed, how difficult it will be for my Ye family to cultivate a qualified heir. Ye Futian gradually calmed down, and then said to the housekeeper: "If you dare to say a lie, I will not spare you." ”

The housekeeper naturally didn't dare to make any mistakes, and immediately told the story of the matter.

"Master, what do you think about this matter?" Ye Futian saw the butler's frightened expression and tone of voice, but he no longer questioned it.

Master Wuchen pondered for a moment and deduced: "Since the silver hairpin in your mouth is a powerhouse in the Eightfold Realm, and she can be controlled, it can only mean that the other party's spiritual power is very strong, and it is very likely that she has reached the level of you and me. ”

"What?" After listening to Wuchen's analysis, Ye Futian's pupils shrank, he looked at him in disbelief, and said with a solemn expression: "He's just a teenager, how can he reach the half-step realm?"

As a half-step realm powerhouse, Ye Futian knew very well the difficulties in the cultivation process, especially at the end of cultivation, how difficult it was to break through the limitations of the realm and be recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Without the accumulation of time and the perception of the world, it is simply impossible.

Even if the Tianjizi of Kunlun Mountain was extremely talented, he could be described as a genius, and he was thirty-five years old when he reached the half-step realm, so it was no wonder that he was so shocked.

"You say his eyes can breathe flames?" Wuchen asked carefully, as a senior half-step realm powerhouse, a martial artist can inadvertently release flames from his eyes, and this kind of means is obviously already in the realm of entering the half-step realm realm.

Seeing Master Wuchen's question, the butler's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Thinking of this, the figure that appeared in the Great Prophecy Technique suddenly appeared in the mind of the Dustless Master, and he could enter the half-step realm at such a young age, I am afraid that only he could do it.

"Brother Futian, this young man is very likely to be the young man who appeared in the Ye family in the capital. After analysis, Master Dustless immediately came to this conclusion.

"You say it's Ye Chen?" Ye Futian glared, he couldn't believe it at all, it was expected that the young junior who appeared in this concubine family was indeed very strong, he could easily kill the second brother Ye Hongtian, and it was very likely that he was a Dao Heavenly Master in the Eightfold Realm.

To be on the safe side, he even estimated Ye Chen's strength to the Ninefold Realm, but what he never imagined was that this young man who was less than nineteen years old would be a half-step realm martial artist.

"No, this son is so against the sky, he must use thunder to kill him. Ye Futian thought for a while, and his eyes suddenly released a cold killing intent: "Master Wuchen, since this is the case, I am afraid that I can't wait for tomorrow's martial arts exchange conference, and it will inevitably change later, and I hope that the master will help and strangle it." ”

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Nameless is dead, and there is no hope of going to the Ye family in the capital

also fell inexplicably, Wuchen has a perception in the underworld, and the hopeless death definitely has a lot to do with this young man.

"Lead the way!"

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Ye Futian and Wuchen rushed to the place of the incident.

......

After Ye Chen's sword spirit of the Dragon Slaying Immortal Sword went to Yanjing, Ye Hao, Yinchai and the eighteen Arhats of Putuo Sect were still shocked at that time, but the sword spirit never returned, and the surprise in everyone's eyes subsided like a tide.

"Masters, this kid must be playing some kind of conspiracy, don't be deceived by him, let's kill him together. "Ye Hao has been in the horse for many years, so he naturally knows that the fighter plane is in an instant, and there is no room for delay.

The eighteen arhats of the Putuo Sect also faintly felt that the young man in front of him was very weird, and as the leader nodded, the eighteen warrior monks suddenly turned into afterimages and appeared in different directions, trapping Ye Chen inside.

As the eighteen warrior monks stood in their positions, the scene of a street in the icy and snowy land changed instantly, and the original white expanse was suddenly replaced by a dazzling dark gold, and each warrior monk was shrouded in a restrained light.

When the eighteen warrior monks released the power of Buddhism, the eighteen Arhat array took shape in an instant, and the breath released even Ye Hao and Yinchai were shocked, under the strong force, the two of them involuntarily rushed out of the eighteen Arhat array, and the vitality in the body barely calmed down.

"Eighteen Arhat Array!" Looking at the warrior monk with dark gold flashing, Ye Hao shouted in surprise, he had only heard about the eighteen Arhats, but now he suddenly saw it, and he had to be shocked.

As soon as they heard the eighteen arhats, the onlookers sighed, but they didn't expect that the eighteen arhats of the Putuo sect had come to northern Tibet.

Feeling the coercion transmitted by the Arhat Array, Ye Qing'er's face suddenly turned pale, if it weren't for Ye Chen in front of her, she was afraid that she would have already knelt on the ground, and she wouldn't have the slightest idea of resisting.

At this time, Zhao Kaisheng was even more miserable, his own cultivation was the power of the corpse path, and the power of the Buddha Dao of the Putuo Sect had a natural restraint effect on the corpse qi in his body, and the moment the eighteen Arhat array was formed, the corpse qi on his body actually showed signs of collapse.

"He, they're all at the hegemonic level. Zhao Kaisheng showed a frightened expression on his face, and under the huge coercion, he knelt on one knee, his whole body was trembling, and he was about to fall apart.

"Master, what should we do now?" When Ye Chen drew his sword, Ye Qing'er was originally full of confidence in him, but now when he saw the red sword shadow flying out, he didn't respond, and he suddenly became worried.

"Hmph, the Eighteen Arhat Formation is just a game of children pretending to be a family in my eyes. Ye Chen looked at the eighteen warrior monks in front of him calmly and said indifferently.

"Master's sword ......," Ye Qing'er stretched out his hand and pointed at the tarnished Dragon Slaying Immortal Sword in his hand.

At this time, Ye Hao stood up, with contempt on his face, and said coldly: "Boy, I'm afraid you don't know what the Eighteen Arhat Formation of the Putuo Sect means, unless you are a half-step realm powerhouse, otherwise you will wait to give your life here." ”

"Half a trail

How difficult the situation is, how old is he, without thirty or fifty years, it is impossible to reach that level. ”

Yinchai has followed the Sword God for decades and has seen countless geniuses, but he has never seen anyone become a half-step realm powerhouse at the age of less than twenty.

"What is a half-step Dao Realm powerhouse, the master will become a Dao Realm powerhouse sooner or later. I don't know why, under the great fear, Ye Qing'er actually rushed out and yelled at the two.

"Ye Qing'er, you keep calling him the master, you really lose the face of my Ye family, and when he dies, you will wait to accept the punishment of the Ye family's family rules. Ye Hao suddenly showed the posture of an elder.

"Family rules?" Ye Chen looked at him indifferently: "The reason why I came to northern Tibet is that I want to learn the family rules of the hidden Ye family, and see how he can Ye Futian, and dare to treat my Ye family in the capital as a mustard." ”

As he spoke, Ye Chen's figure flickered, and the Dragon Slaying Immortal Sword in his hand suddenly stabbed at Ye Hao with a ghostly light stab.

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