The uninhabited Kunlun Mountain is noisy in late autumn.

From Jiangnan to Tibet, from the Himalayas to the Hengduan Mountains, from the northern grasslands to Bashan Shushui, there are warriors rushing to Kunlun Mountain in almost every place.

Huaxia, Dongying, India, Thailand...... The entire Asian martial arts world seemed to be in chaos, and all the forces of various countries sent their elites to Kunlun Mountain.

The Shenwu clan wants to negotiate!

The invincible Shenwu clan had to negotiate with the Asians, and they lowered their status to an equal footing with the Nethers.

This is a very strange thing, people even wonder if it is a trap of the Shenwu Clan, but after thinking about it, how powerful is the Shenwu Clan, if they want to kill the people of the Netherworld, how can they lay a trap?

"It must have something to do with the Huaxia True Dragon, in the battle of Qinling, Ye Fan killed more than a thousand divine warriors, and then the divine warriors negotiated."

"Unbelievable, what did Ye Fan do?"

People were shocked and confused, and entered Kunlun Mountain with doubts and uneasiness.

At this moment, on the top of the Kunlun Sect, Immortal Scholars and Minghou and the Immortal Venerables were whispering.

"I inquired about it, Ye Fan is the eye of the Kyushu formation, and the Shenwu clan has to negotiate, but it is impossible for them to take the initiative to negotiate with the Asians, I am afraid that this matter was deliberately promoted by Ye Fan." The immortal scholar spoke, his eyebrows full of worry.

Ming Hou next to him frowned: "Ye Fan's move is too reckless, the divine warriors are high, they regard their identity as very important, but now they are forced to negotiate with Asia, and it is very likely that they will bottom out." ”

"Ye Fan is not a person without measure, since he did this, it must be reasonable."

During the discussion of the Huaxia Emperor, the sky of Kunlun Mountain suddenly darkened, and two streamers fell from the sky and rushed into the main hall.

"Another Divine Warrior has come down!" Ming Hou was taken aback, everyone looked at each other, and they were all a little shocked, I am afraid that the negotiation will really change.

In the Kunlun hall, two streamers of light falling from the sky are kneeling in the hall to report the situation to the superiors of the four major families, they are dressed in black, very capable and powerful, and they are messengers in the starry sky.

"The four patriarchs, the things of the lower realm, the upper realm already knows. King Shenwu ordered that Ye Fan's life be spared, but the Xuanyuan Sword must be recaptured. The messenger was meticulous.

Many superiors looked at each other, and Xuanyuan Huaigu said in a deep voice: "Ye Fan is unruly, and he has hole cards, we don't have hole cards, it is impossible for him to hand over Xuanyuan Sword." ”

"Three days later, there will be a domain king in the lower realm who will take back the Xuanyuan Sword." The Courier remained meticulous.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the temple was taken aback.

"Domain King?" The Red Widow couldn't help but be surprised.

The king of the domain, that is, the king of a star field, in the starry sky, the people who can control a star field are all outstanding people.

Don't look at the Shenwu Clan, there are many Nether God Kings, but none of them can control the star field, and there are only a few people in the entire Shenwu Clan, which is the top power of the Shenwu Clan.

Above the Mahayana period, there is the tribulation period, and most of the god kings are just the early stage of the tribulation, as for the domain king, that is the god who is about to ascend to the tribulation! The invincible Venerable One who has been crisscrossing the starry sky for a hundred years!

The Nether Realm of the Domain King, something that has not been done for a thousand years, that kind of sacred and noble existence, does not bother to touch the land of China at all.

"Which Domain King is it?" Xuanyuan Huaigu's face showed respect, and he didn't dare to slack off.

"The king of the Emperor Hong Domain, his ancestors are from the Spring and Autumn Period of Chu, so the King of the Emperor Hong Domain is willing to return to his homeland." The messenger responds.

The crowd respected it even more, Di Hong was a legendary figure and the youngest domain king, but he was only over three hundred years old. It is rumored that he once stepped at the end of the star path like Ye Jiannan, and his strength is far superior to Ye Jiannan, and he is a veritable king of the star field.

On that day, the Shenwu clan was calm, and they had a backbone.

Even the anger and resentment towards Ye Fan no longer existed, and they seemed to be standing in the starry sky again, sneering and looking down on the nether ants.

And the nether ants, thinking that they were equal to the Shenwu clan, couldn't wait to flock to Kunlun Mountain.

Three days later, the huge square of the Kunlun faction was crowded with people.

The elites of various Asian countries came, and under the guidance of the disciples of the Kunlun faction, they entered the hilltop square.

Of course, only a few people were able to go to the square, and most of the rest were camped at the foot of the mountain, and they were not even qualified to negotiate.

Whether it is the square or the foot of the mountain, everything is quiet.

There were at least tens of thousands of people, but they were too quiet, because people were afraid of the Shenwu clan.

Even the leading Huaxia court did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of offending the Shenwu clan.

The Shenwu Clan did not show up for a long time, as if they were deliberately tossing the nether ants.

"Is Huaxia True Dragon here? If he doesn't come, we don't have the bottom. The crowd whispered, looking left and right to find Ye Fan.

Mao Wuye of the imperial court is also looking for Ye Fan, Ye Fan is the confidence of the people in the lower realm.

Ye Fan has already come, but he is not in the square, but in Shenjing Lake.

The lake here is secluded, Ye Fan stood on the snow mountain, and bowed to the Shenjing Lake: "Boy Ye Fan, thank you for the help of King Qingya." ”

Ye Fan specially came here to thank him, just like passing by to see his relatives.

"Don't worship me, it's important, the sword of the Shenwu clan hangs over your head." An old man in Tsing Yi appeared, quite worried.

Ye Fan smiled: "My sword is also hanging over their heads." ”

"The Shenwu clan is unfathomable, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg, you have to be careful." Qingya shook his head slightly, and his worries couldn't be stopped.

Ye Fan also understood that the Shenwu clan and Huaxia were not opponents of the same size, and although he had hole cards, he could not act recklessly.

However, the momentum cannot be lost, and the scare must be scolded.

Ye Fan said goodbye and flew to the Kunlun faction as lightning.

In Kunlun Pai Square, the crowd was still whispering, and suddenly the door of the main hall opened, and a group of Shenwu people walked out.

They are all young and are the emperors of each family.

The square immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the group of divine warriors in awe.

The first Shenwu Warrior grabbed a piece of paper in his hand and raised it directly: "The conditions of the Shenwu Clan are here, and you will negotiate if you agree." ”

He threw the paper casually and threw it to the Chinese court in front of him like garbage.

This is naked humiliation.

However, no one dared to be angry, and Mao Wuye, a tyrant, did not dare to be angry, but reached out to catch it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he caught it, an electric current burst out of the paper, blackening Mao Wuye's palm.

Mao Wuye screamed, and his entire palm was rotten.

The warriors laughed: "Excuse me, just kidding. ”

The Asian people were a little riotous, and Mao Wuye gritted his teeth and grabbed the paper again.

There was no current this time, he looked at it carefully, and then suppressed his anger and said: "Everything remains as it is, Ye Fan handed back the Xuanyuan Sword, what kind of condition is this?" ”

"My Shenwu clan doesn't pursue your offense and gives heavenly grace, aren't you still satisfied?" The Divine Warrior snorted coldly.

Mao Wuye took out a retro bamboo slip from his arms and said, "This is our condition, and I am tired of it." ”

The Asians also drafted the terms of negotiation.

However, the divine warrior didn't look at it at all, and smashed the bamboo slip with a backhand slap, and all the pieces were inserted into Mao Wuye's arm, causing Mao Wuye to scream again.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I made another joke." The warriors couldn't stop laughing.

The Asians were furious, and there was a murderous aura in the square, and the divine warriors deceived people too much.

At this moment, a cold light swept through the sky, instantly cutting off the heads of more than a dozen divine warriors.

Ye Fan stood at the door of the main hall like a ghost, and those arrogant laughing divine warriors all had their heads broken.

There was a scream, and the Asians were scared. The blood of the divine warriors stained the doors of the temple red, and Ye Fan was simply arrogant and rude, killing people at the door of other people's homes.

"Presumptuous!" A loud shout came, and the divine warriors who had been observing the square rushed out one after another.

The patriarchs of the four major families also came out with cold faces.

Ye Fan had already put away the Xuanyuan Sword and yawned nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, I made a joke." ”

"Ye Fan, do you really think that my Shenwu clan is afraid of you?" Xuanyuan Huaigu shouted angrily, as a top god king, his momentum was like a sea of clouds in the sky, which made Asians sweat coldly.

"Aren't you afraid? Let's kill. Ye Fan had a sword in his pocket in one hand and a sword in his hand, looking lazy.

Xuanyuan Huaigu's face was pale, he knew that Ye Fan was arrogant, but he didn't expect to be so arrogant, he would kill people as soon as he appeared, and he didn't take the Shenwu clan in his eyes at all.

"Ye Fan, why are you negotiating with us?" Jiang Lin, the patriarch of the Jiang family, scolded.

"With me as the eye of the formation, with the sword in my hand." Ye Fan raised the Xuanyuan sword, and his casual tone became cold: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, you listen to my request carefully." ”