"You see, it's still your empress, you know the poor monk, the poor monk is a monk, and the monk is the most reliable to speak.

Nana, everyone listen to me!"

Ye Xiuwen gathered all the ministers, and even the empress had to come over to listen to his bragging.

"That's right, once a poor monk in the Western world, learned a set of magical dances,"

"Dance?"

Before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, the audience was stunned.

"Yes, of course, this is not an ordinary dance, but a fairy dance,"

"Wait, master, what's the use of this fairy dance?" the empress still didn't understand.

"This fairy dance, of course, is wonderful, let's talk about this dress first, it must be hidden in the flesh,"

"Poof!"

Everyone in the audience vomited blood together, and said to themselves: What do you call this? What do you mean by hidden flesh? Do you want us to dress very revealingly to attract the attention of witch perverts? Then take out a knife in the back and stab it?

"Huh, can you do that?"

Zhou Shangshu's eyes lit up, and he felt that this was a good way. And the other ministers also suddenly realized, and they nodded one after another.

It was unanimously agreed that Ye Xiuwen had a good idea, first dressed in a fleshy manner, dancing that sexy dance to attract the attention of the enemy, and when they approached, he was shooting in vain!

"Well, Your Majesty, we all agree that the master's plan is feasible!"

From the book of Zhou to the end, all salute the empress.

"Okay then, since all of you Aiqing agree, let's follow the master's method?"

"Ah? Lao Tzu hasn't said a plan yet? Why did they all agree? Lao Tzu hasn't pretended to be forced yet? What's going on?"

Ye Xiuwen felt very strange, and hurriedly stopped: "Don't go, haven't you seen the poor monk pretending to be forced?"

"Pretending?"

The ministers were puzzled, but the empress had a deep understanding and explained: "The master once said that this person has a personality, and the monk must have a strong character!"

"Whew!"

The generals or ministers present all understood this, and they all bowed their hands together: "Please master pretend,"

"Haha! Go on, poor monks like you!"

Ye Xiuwen was very happy, and then said: "This fairy dance, known as the 'Flying Dance', who can fly to the sky? That is naturally an immortal, a fairy, so as soon as this dance comes out, whether it is my forced style or your forced style, it must be raised by a grade out of thin air!"

"Oh!"

As soon as the ministers were surprised, Ye Xiuwen's forced grid came, and there were a lot of forced qualifications, at least 50 points.

And some of the ministers actually learned with Ye Xiuwen's dance steps.

"You can't learn this alone, I want three thousand beauties to teach them this set of flying dances, and I also have to make fairy clothes for them, all of which must be completed tonight!

Also, since I want to fly to the sky, I must have a fairy world, and I want to create a fairy world in my daughter country!"

"Poof!"

I heard that Ye Xiuwen was going to create an immortal world, and more than half of them vomited blood, and said in their hearts: This is very simple to learn dance and make immortal clothes!

However, of course, this is not difficult for Ye Xiuwen, Ye Xiuwen asked all the female workers in the daughter country to embroider a fairy world map with gold thread overnight.

And the rest doesn't have to worry about these women, what lighting, sound, special effects, this is all Ye Xiuwen's.

Anyway, this night, Ye Xiuwen was very busy, just teaching various dance skills, he was busy until more than three o'clock in the morning.

"Huh, that's good!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiuwen couldn't sleep, he was sitting on the dragon chair, drinking milk, and watching three thousand beauties dance.

These people, they are all one in ten thousand, and they are more than ten times more beautiful than those first-line stars.

This is to be placed in modern times, I am afraid that every beauty will cause a national war.

"Cool!

Ye Xiuwen lay down on the dragon chair, screamed, and then died.

He was asleep, and when he woke up, the sky was white.

The three thousand dancing girls are still there, and although they have practiced all night, they are not tired of it, and they are even more proud of it.

"Okay, I see you're almost done, go take a break, eat whatever you want, then put on your costume and listen to my orders!"

Ye Xiuwen drank milk and walked outside the palace.

Some palace maids brought golden basins and toiletries to wipe Ye Xiuwen's face, and some people brought soybean milk, pancakes and fruits.

This was all ordered by Ye Xiuwen, saying that these girls must understand the life of modern people.

We must keep pace with the times! We must not be outdated, eat more, and know more!

"Ahh

A bowl of old Beijing bean juice entered the stomach, Ye Xiuwen was so cool.

The empress was already standing on the city tower, and Ye Xiuwen wiped her mouth and said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, there are poor monks here, and there will definitely be people from the witch sect, and there will be no return!"

"Master, if you quit the witch sect, I am willing to give way to Xian and give the king of this daughter country to the master!"

"Don't do it!"

As soon as Ye Xiuwen waved his hand, he refused on the spot, and it was so crisp that he directly caught the empress off guard, as if her daughter country was nothing at all.

"Master?" The embarrassed empress just wanted to ask the reason, but she didn't want to be at this moment, but two people came up from the battlement.

But one of them was a woman.

This person, dressed in a northwest wind, covered with a pearl shirt, wears a skirt with a side opening, and jumps when he walks, but his real age is twenty-eight years old, and it is the proprietress of the Longmen Inn 'gold inlaid jade'.

And on the side of the gold inlaid jade, there is also a person holding a person, this person has gray hair, draped over his shoulders, his cheeks are very thin, sunken, and his eyes are like eagle falcons, which is the god of war of the Northern Alliance.

"Candles, I'm with the Milky Way, I heard that the people from the Witch Cult are coming, come up and have a look!"

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as Ye Xiuwen turned around, the person had disappeared, and just as he appeared again, he had already landed in front of Yinhe, and his big palm slapped out, which was the big mudra of Shaolin Temple.

The big handprint was struck out, extremely fierce, and the vitality formed a golden palm print, which smashed like a seal.

"Candle you?"

Jin Zhuyu exclaimed, but Yinhe didn't, he pushed his palm, although he felt that his vitality was slack, but he still forcibly sent it.

"Bang!"

The palm power was opposite, Ye Xiuwen's body floated and retreated, while Yinhe looked ugly.

"Tsk, I can't even beat me, what are you going to watch? Don't you go back, force the poison?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled lightly, but Yinhe shook his head at the moment, because with this blow alone, he had already tried out Ye Xiuwen's depth, if he faced the enemy head-on, Ye Xiuwen would definitely not be the opponent of the Witch Emperor!