Zhao Wudi said: "Our brothers haven't drunk together for a long time, and I still have a bottle of fine bamboo leaf green hidden in my room, do you want to try it?"

Yang Fan put down his feet and asked, "Stolen your father's again?"

"How can there be!" Zhao Wudi's eyes widened, and he said seriously: "That's not called stealing, it's called shun!"

"Okay! It's almost the same if you have a drink!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Wudi walked towards Yang Fan and said, "Then let's go!"

Yang Fan raised his feet, stared at Zhao Wushu vigilantly, and said, "Don't come here!

Yang Ye shouted, "Fat brother, what about me?"

Zhao Wudi said: "Those who see it have a share, you can also come together!" Ye Zi, call me invincible brother in the future, please." ”

"Great, fat brother is so good!" Yang Ye took Xiaoyu's hand and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoyu, let's go together!"

Xiaoyu nodded. Yang Ye dragged her forward and ran happily.

Zhao Wushu dragged his fat body, chased after Yang Ye, and said, "Yezi, don't call me fat brother, I'm not fat, really, I'm ...... It's really not very fat!"

The four of them gathered in Zhao Wuving's room for a while, and a steward from the inner courtyard came to knock on the door and invited Zhao Wuving to Qingfeng Palace. Seeing that Yang Fan was also here, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "Young Master Yang Fan is also here, I will invite you alone from the province, and the master will call you to Qingfeng Palace." ”

Zhao Wudi pointed to his nose and asked curiously, "Didn't I hear it wrong?" Qingfeng Hall is the place where grandpa and them discussed, it is normal to call Yang Fan to go, but he actually called me to go?"

The steward smiled and said, "This time it's not a matter of discussion, it's the second master who came back and brought back a big man." ”

"Big shot?" Zhao Wudi asked.

"Lord Yan has come to our Zhao family!" said the steward proudly.

Zhao Wudi and Yang Fan were both taken aback, "Lord Yan!"

From the time Zhao Cheng's family stopped in Jiulong Town, when the Zhao family's mansion rose from the ground, the Qingfeng Palace existed. Historically, Qingfeng Hall has been a very majestic place in Zhao's mansion, often welcoming distinguished guests, and it is also a meeting place for Zhao Cheng and his sons.

But the usual majesty is nothing compared to today.

There has never been a time when the Seifuden Hall has been as majestic as it is today.

As soon as Yang Fan and Zhao Wudi came to the courtyard in front of the Qingfeng Palace, they felt a solemn atmosphere, and the laughter between him and Zhao Wushu also stopped abruptly, as if they would be punished if they continued to play. But no one told him that he couldn't play at this time, it was completely an instinctive reaction.

In front of the gate of the Qingfeng Temple, there were ten people standing on the left and ten people standing on the right, wearing sea-blue battle armor and not squinting. Around the courtyard, eighty people dressed in red armor stood upright, and the distance between them was exactly the same, which seemed very disciplined.

Yang Fan had already entered the Fire Soul Realm, and his perception of breath was much more sensitive, and he immediately found that all of these hundred people were soul guests!

Xiaolong's voice sounded in Yang Fan's spiritual world: "Brother Xiaofan, these people are all soul guests!"

Yang Fan replied with spiritual power: "I have already found out." ”

Xiaolong said again: "Then have you noticed that among these hundred people, twenty people are Water Soul Realm soul guests, and eighty people are Fire Soul Realm soul guests?"

"What!?Twenty Water Soul Realm Soul Guests!Eighty Fire Soul Realm Soul Guests!My Good Girl!" Yang Fan stopped in a daze, looked around in surprise, and looked at those soul guests.

"Don't be surprised, the most powerful thing is still inside, and I feel a powerful aura. ”

Yang Fan couldn't stand this suppressed feeling, and walked quickly into the Qingfeng Hall with Zhao Wudi. As soon as he stepped into the Qingfeng Palace, Yang Fan saw that it was not Zhao Cheng who was sitting in the main seat at the moment, but a man in civilian clothes.

The man looked to be thirty-six, with a naïve face, and his eyes were sharp, but he was a little approachable. He has long hair sprinkled behind his back, his long black hair is shiny, and it looks very pleasing to the eye, the only thing that makes people feel the flaw is that in the long black hair, there are two long white hairs on the temples that come out. He was a man of great appearance and a stubble on his chin, a man who would be pleasing to anyone to look at.

Yang Fan had already guessed that this person was Lord Yan.

Yang Fan said to Xiaolong: "Xiaolong, the powerful aura you said is him, right?"

Xiaolong said, "No." I couldn't feel the slightest breath of soul power from him, and that powerful aura emanated from the person who was standing. ”

Yang Fan looked at King Yan's side, and sure enough, there was a person standing beside King Yan. The man was dressed in a cyan robe, with a judgment pen more than a meter long tied around his waist, the hands in his sleeves were dark, and his neck was also the same, but his face was white and pure, forming a huge contrast with his body.

Yang Fan naturally didn't know this person, but there was no one in the court who didn't know him.

He is the confidant of King Yan, and he is nicknamed "White-faced Scholar".

Yang Fan asked, "What kind of realm is this person, can you detect it?"

"Imperceptible. The reason why I can feel his strength is that he didn't completely close his pores and restrain his breath. But his realm is too different from mine, but I can't tell what kind of cultivation he is. ”

"Even you can't tell, it must be a character from the Soul Pill Realm...... It seems that he is the strongest of these people. ”

"I don't think so. Xiaolong said: "What can be detected is nothing, and I am afraid that I will not be able to detect it." That man...... I can't even feel the slightest fluctuation of soul power on his body, it's really terrifying. ”

Yang Fan knew that Xiaolong was talking about King Yan, so he couldn't help but glance at King Yan a few more times.

Seeing that Yang Fan had been looking at King Yan and was afraid that Yang Fan would be rude, Zhao Cheng hurriedly stood up and said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, this is the prince who governs the Yanzhou domain, the uncle of the current emperor, the prince of Yan." ”

As he spoke, he arched his hand to King Yan and said, "He is the Yang Fan I just mentioned, and he is the one who defeated the master of the treacherous sect." ”

Yang Fan was still staring at King Yan.

"Huh?" The white-faced scholar beside King Yan squinted, a sharp light burst out in his narrow eyes, and said unhappily: "What are you looking at?

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed to King Yan and said, "Grass people...... The grass people have never seen a big man like King Yan, and they are a little distracted, so they ask for forgiveness. As for spying on the prince's cultivation, how can I have that ability. ”

"Ziyu, it's all your own people here, you're too worried. King Yan grinned and said to Yang Fan casually: "Yang Fan, get up!"

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

King Yan looked at Yang Fan appreciatively and said, "Listen to your grandfather, you are only fifteen years old." Although Ximen He, the master of the treacherous sect, is only a small person, he is also a hegemon in your Nine Dragons Town. I'm afraid he couldn't have imagined that he would be planted on you as a child, it's really funny. ”