When Hate Wuxian was furious in the conference room of the Star Club, a figure suddenly appeared in the clouds above Star City, this person casually pinched a magic trick, and then his eyes bloomed with colorful light, I saw him glance down, and then the clouds on the soles of his feet surged, and his whole person disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

As soon as the sharp scolding of Hate Without a Trace fell, he saw a cloud floating in outside the window, and then a middle-aged man with a Chinese face stepped out of the cloud.

"Division...... Brother? After seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man clearly, Hate Wuji's complexion changed greatly, and he subconsciously wanted to run away, but he seemed to think of something, and quickly calmed down again, but stood in place with his eyes flashing, but he was ready to run away at any time.

"Without a trace, do you remember the words that Master gave you before he died?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice Hate Wuxi's flickering gaze, but asked with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, there was a thoughtful look on his face, and soon his face became very ugly, "Senior brother, the matter of Hengying Mountain can't be made up by you, right?" I really can't think of anyone else in this world other than you who can destroy my Spirit Pool and escape from my Nine Yuan Flame Prison. ”

"When the leaves fall, it is the fall of destiny. Without a trace, I'm afraid that when you established the Heavenly Fall Gate, you had already forgotten Master's words before his death to the clouds, right? The middle-aged man did not answer the question of hating without a trace, but said to himself.

"That old guy will play tricks, the destiny of heaven has fallen, what does it have to do with the Heavenly Fall Gate, it's really nonsense!" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Hate Wuxian jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail, and he roared hysterically.

"Master has made countless discoveries in his life. How could he have said a word? The middle-aged man saw that he hated without a trace and was angry. A smug smile appeared on his face.

"It's early summer. The trees are shady, where are the fallen leaves, isn't that old guy playing tricks? Seeing the middle-aged man's desire to speak and stop, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Deliberately asked.

Although Hate Wuxian shouted loudly that his master was playing tricks, he thought that none of the heavenly opportunities predicted by the master before his death were wrong, so when the middle-aged man mentioned the master's last words before his death, his face changed greatly. I also believed ten percent of Master's last words.

"Twenty-seven years ago, Ye Jimao died on the battlefield; Two years ago, Ye Jianxuan died of illness; Half a year ago, Ye Hetu died. In addition to these few things, there have been countless tragedies in the Ye family, and the Ye family, which could have become a top wealthy family, has become the lost dog in just a few years. The middle-aged man seemed to have been waiting for Hate Wuxian to ask, so as soon as Hate Wuji's words fell, he blurted out his words.

"Ye Jimao? Ye Jianxuan? Ye River Diagram? I've never heard of who these people are. Is there such a number one character in the ancient martial arts world, senior brother? Why did you become as fond of trickery as that old guy, when did the top wealthy family in the ancient martial arts world have the surname Ye family? After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Hate Wuxian only felt that he was in a fog, and he asked with a puzzled face.

Hearing the words of hate, the middle-aged man's face froze, and he remembered one thing, his junior brother has always believed that fist is the last word, he only pays attention to the forces or individuals whose strength is stronger than him, and he basically chooses to ignore those who are weaker than him. And the Ye family is just an ordinary secular family that can no longer be ordinary, so naturally they can't fall into the eyes of their junior brothers.

Realizing that he was excited just now, the middle-aged man had the feeling of punching in the air.

It took a long time for the middle-aged man to come to his senses, and he explained angrily: "It doesn't matter if you don't know those three people, but if I tell the descendants of these three people, you will definitely be interested." Ye Jianxuan's eldest son, Ye Shikang, is now thirty-seven years old, Chinese New Year's Eve, and two months ago, he used thunder to subdue several major families in the ancient martial arts world; Ye Jianxuan's second son, Ye Minghao, is now twenty-five years old, suspected of being a peak powerhouse cultivator, the master of the Xuanyan Divine Beast, and the sect master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, who has killed countless peak powerhouses, including the people of your Heavenly Fall Sect. ”

"What? A thirty-seven-year-old powerhouse from the sky? Twenty-five-year-old peak powerhouse, just kidding, even in ancient times, cultivation geniuses with excellent qualifications had to be over half a hundred years old to reach peak powerhouse cultivation, if those cultivation geniuses changed today's cultivation environment, it is estimated that even if they are hundreds old, they may not be able to reach the peak powerhouse cultivation, senior brother, can you hit the belly draft first next time you brag, otherwise it will make me doubt your IQ. After listening to what the senior brother said, Hate Wuxian felt as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights, and his eyes showed strong suspicion.

However, Hate Wuxian quickly frowned again, and he asked with a shocked face, "Xuanyan Divine Beast, is that Xuanyan Divine Beast in your mouth the Undead Holy Beast of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect?" ”

Originally, the middle-aged man was almost annoyed by the words of Hate Wuxian and crooked his nose, but seeing that Hate Wuxian finally realized the danger, he snorted coldly, nodded heavily, and said angrily: "That's right, the Xuanyan Divine Beast has now successfully transformed into a shape, and her strength is estimated to be unique in this world, do you want to try the taste of being burned by her?" ”

"Successful transformation?" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, he hated Wuxian like being struck by lightning, and he finally couldn't calm down, "When I destroyed the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, I caught the Xuanyan Divine Beast to the Heavenly Fall Gate, at that time, the Xuanyan Divine Beast was in the larval stage, and it would take at least a thousand years for the Xuanyan Divine Beast to transform from the juvenile stage to the transformation, how could it transform so quickly?" Moreover, how could a transformed Xuanyan Divine Beast sign a master-servant contract with a person who had cultivated at the peak of his powerhouse? ”

"I've told you all the information I can tell you, and it's your own business to believe it or not." After the middle-aged man heard his words, he fell into a huge shock, and only cared about talking to himself, and it was incoherent, he threw down a sentence lightly, and then flew away.

Although the other people in the conference room saw the middle-aged man leaving, they didn't dare to stop him, because the way the middle-aged man appeared and left was so shocking that they couldn't stop it at all.

The middle-aged man walked for a long time, and he only woke up from the middle-aged man's words.

"Senior brother, would you be so kind to send me a message? I'm afraid that you want to deal with the Ye family yourself. But it's inconvenient to shoot. But you want to borrow a knife to kill people, right? Looking at the direction of the middle-aged man's departure, Hate Wuxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed a playful look.

It's just that after hating Wuxian finished speaking, he fell into deep thought again. Although Hate Wuxian knew that his senior brother was using himself and wanted to use his own hand to deal with Ye Minghao, Hate Wuxian had no way not to be fooled, after all, he had a feud with the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to destroy the sect. He almost refined the Xuanyan Divine Beast into a spirit beast puppet, these two reasons alone were enough to make Hate Wuxian make up his mind to get rid of Ye Minghao, not to mention that Ye Minghao was most likely the murderer who killed Xi Muping, and he was also the culprit who pretended to be Xi Muping to destroy the Spirit Pool.

"Ye Minghao, if I find a little clue that proves that you have something to do with the destruction of the Tianyun Group, you can wait for my revenge." Hate Wuxian gritted his teeth and said a word, and then issued a series of orders.

Outside the conference room of the Tianxing Club, the middle-aged man listened to Hate Wuxi's order. He quietly left.

"Ye Minghao, Ye Minghao, your life is really big. Even nine places dare to disobey the old man's order and refuse to kill you, and you still have the ability to pass the word to that bastard, so that I can't deal with you, but do you think that you can escape the fate of death in this way? The middle-aged man in mid-air glanced at Ye Minghao and his party who were shopping, and his face showed a hideous look, and then his body flashed and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

In a women's clothing store on Yuhua Street, Ye Minghao and his party accompanied Wen Xinwei to choose clothes, Qian Donglei and Hu Yanyan both made suggestions and ideas on the side, only Ye Minghao sat on the sofa and stared at the plastic model in a daze.

Every time Wen Xinwei tried on a dress, she had to turn around in front of Ye Minghao with excitement on her face, trying to attract Ye Minghao's attention and praise, but when she changed more than a dozen sets of clothes in a row, and saw that Ye Minghao didn't raise her eyelids, she suddenly became interested, and she had no interest in continuing to choose clothes.

What Wen Xinwei didn't know was that at this time, Ye Minghao's divine consciousness was already immersed in the internal space of Xihuangding, and he was in a fierce communication with Xihuangding's instrument spirit.

Ye Minghao was refining the Xihuang Ding, and learned that the Ding Ling could enter and leave the Xihuang Ding freely, and its divine sense could cover thousands of miles, so Ye Minghao asked the Xihuang Ding to monitor Hate Wuxi's every move from afar, but he couldn't startle the snake.

A few minutes ago, Ding Ling found that an uninvited guest suddenly came to the Tianxing Entertainment City at the end of Yuhua Street, and the other party's divine sense was actually more powerful than Hate Wuji, it didn't even dare to gasp, and was so frightened that it was about to run away on the spot, but thinking that Hate Wuxian was too threatening to Ye Minghao, it didn't dare to run around, and under the wit, it possessed a cleaner in the entertainment city, secretly approached the conference room, and listened to the conversation between the middle-aged man and Hate Wuxian in horror, and waited until the middle-aged man left for a long time. The machine spirit hurriedly fled back to Ye Minghao's side, and told Ye Minghao about the conversation between the middle-aged man and Hate Wuji.

After listening to the words of the machine spirit, Ye Minghao was stunned at that time, in his opinion, Hate Wuxian was already an invincible existence, but there were people in this world who were more powerful than Hate Wuji, and it could be heard from the conversation between the middle-aged man and Ye Minghao that the middle-aged man was obviously hostile to him, and he wanted to get rid of himself with Hate Wuji's hand.

"I know my roots, and I don't have good intentions towards myself, and my strength is stronger than hating Wuxi, this middle-aged person is my real enemy of life and death." After a long time, Ye Minghao woke up from the news brought to him by the machine spirit, his forehead was already drenched in cold sweat, since his rebirth, Ye Minghao had never been so afraid of a person. (To be continued.) )

PS: Silent Night has to admit that he is a waste material, these days, almost every day in front of the computer from morning to night, but has not been able to break through the bottleneck, can not write anything, and dare not break off, can only squeeze toothpaste like a chapter to write, this feeling is too painful, I hope this painful feeling can end as soon as possible, so that Silent Night can erupt ^_^