"Sabier, Jiang Daoming no longer exists on this shijie, I am Ye Guyu."

After a long time, Ye Guyu said slowly, his voice was low and firm, and his cold gaze pierced Sabier's eyes like a blade, and there was a faint flame jumping.

Sabir finally looked away from his eyes, snorted coldly, honestly and politely, and sat down in the golden leather sofa of the president's suit, and crossed his legs.

This is a sitting posture that Sabir learned only when he went to the territory of the "Han people of the Central Plains". In the Western Regions, in the country where the main altar of the Western Lijiao is located, most people sit cross-legged, and rarely have the habit of bending their legs.

"Serve tea to the high priest."

Ye Guyu's knife-like gaze disappeared, and he slowly walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window, and sat down opposite Sabir, with a straight waist and a straight sitting posture. No matter what time it is, King Ye is so sharp and pressing.

"Yes."

The two white-robed enchantresses received the order in a low voice, their voices as crisp and beautiful as larks.

These women of different races from foreign lands speak Chinese very standard and fluently. The closest people around King Ye can all speak extremely fluent Chinese. King Ye never hid his true origin from them.

I, Ye Guyu, am a Han from the Far East!

Now that I'm here, I'm your king!

All the members of the Aquila Cult must honor me, and my will is your will. No matter who it is, if you don't obey King Ye's orders and don't follow King Ye's steps, there will be only one end - death!

Jiang Daoming entered the "Sky Eagle" and it only took one year to become the new sect leader of the Sky Eagle. In front of all the core sect members, Ye Guyu used the simplest and most direct means. In less than ten faces, the old sect leader was sent to hell.

Sky Eagle is a shijie who is respected by the strong.

From now on. Jiang Daoming became Ye Guyu and became the new master of the thousands of sect members of the Heavenly Eagle. became the Ye King of the famous West Asia!

Moreover, all the sect members believed that it would not be long before the prestige of King Ye and Sky Eagle would shake the whole Shijie, making everyone terrified, and as long as they heard the names of King Ye and Sky Eagle, no matter how powerful they were, they would tremble and be afraid and could not sleep at night.

The white-robed enchantress presented Ye Guyu and Sabir with fragrant green tea.

Even in the far West. In a foreign country where there is no one of the same race, Ye Guyu has always only drunk green tea from the East, and never touched black tea, especially sweetened black tea or other "mutated" tea drinks.

Sabir said coldly, "Brew me sweetened black tea." ”

The white-robed demon queen who served him tea didn't seem to hear it, gently placed the teacup in front of him, and then slowly walked behind Ye Guyu and stood still, without saying a word or making any other movements.

Here, only King Ye can command them. No one else has such qualifications.

They were born for the Ye King and died for the Ye King!

Ye Guyu said lightly: "Sabir, haven't you heard of the rule of following the customs of the locals?" ”

Sabir snorted coldly. Putting Erlang's leg down, he stared straight at Ye Guyu, and said angrily: "Ye Guyu." You'll have to give me an explanation! ”

"Explain? weishenme？ ”

"You still ask me weishenme? The famous Sky Eagle can't even kill an injured Duan Peacock. Don't you think it's ridiculous? ”

Ye Guyu asked in surprise: "Who said that Sky Eagle wants to kill Duan Peacock?" ”

Sabir laughed. Sneer.

"If you don't kill Duan Peacock, then do you send those people to die?"

Ye Guyu nodded lightly. said: "That's right, they are going to die." ”

Sabir sneered again and simply stopped talking.

This is clearly a bar!

Unexpectedly, the dignified Lord of the Celestial Eagle, the new "old man in the mountain" of Mu Thornyi, the famous King Ye of West Asia, actually played a scoundrel in front of him. This was something that Sabir had not expected before he came.

Ye Guyu shook his head and said slowly: "Sabier, you'd better not interfere in this matter. You don't have that qualification! ”

The tone is low and bland, but the words are unceremoniously.

Sabir was furious and straightened up suddenly: "Ye Guyu, don't be so proud. I know you have an agreement with my master. But now Master is in retreat, and I'm in charge of everything here. Since you're here, you should be in tune. Ye Guyu, please make it clear, this is our apostasy from the West, and you are here to help. You Han people have an idiom called "hustle and bustle". ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Guyu's mouth, and with a faint sneer, he said: "That's right, Sabier, even we Han idioms have been learned, although they are not so appropriate." ”

Ye Guyu looks like he is in his thirties and less than forty years old, maybe his real age is older than his appearance, but he is definitely younger than Sabier. But looking at his appearance, he has no respect for Sabir.

"Isn't it? If you come to help, you must act according to our unified arrangement. You took matters into your own hands and sent those wastes to their deaths, not only did you not help, but you also exposed our purpose. What does that mean? ”

"So you don't understand, you don't understand at all."

Ye Guyu shook his head lightly again, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

Sabir was almost so angry that a mouthful of old blood spurted out. If it weren't for the fact that Master was in retreat, he himself would definitely not want to deal with a guy like Ye Guyu.

This man's arrogance has reached an incorrigible level.

"Okay, I don't understand, then please explain."

Sabir took a deep breath, forced down the fury that was churning in his chest, and said coldly in as calm a tone as possible.

Ye Guyu didn't rush to speak, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, before he said slowly: "Sabir, this is a big jihua, a big big jihua, do you understand?" What your master has to deal with is not a person, nor is it a family. The purpose of the Witch King is not to deal with a specific enemy. Whoever stands in the way of the execution of this jihua is the enemy of the witch king. But, to be honest, you chose the wrong first target. You guys...... The Xiao family should not be chosen as the first target. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Guyu sighed softly, his sharp eyes instantly became blurred again, and it seemed that his thoughts suddenly drifted into the distance again, to the distant past.

Sabir snorted, his face becoming more and more unsightly.

Alarmist!

Jihua of the Witch King?

What exactly is Jihua in Master, even Sabir himself is not so clear. You Ye Guyu is an outsider, is it better than me, a big disciple who has left the sect in the west?

"Xiao family, why did you choose the wrong one?"

Sabir asked, suppressing his anger.

Ye Guyu groaned and said: "There is a saying in the art of war of our Han people, which is called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles, have you heard of it?" ”

Sabir snorted again.

As early as many years ago, he was asked by his master to learn Han culture. Although Sabir did not know Weishenme, he did not dare to disobey the Master's instructions. Later, Sabir found that almost every junior disciple was getting started, and the master taught them the witchcraft of the Western Departure Sect at the same time, but also let them learn the Han culture of the Central Plains, and the requirements were very strict, every once in a while, the master had to assess the children, and the assessment of Han culture was almost as strict as the assessment of witchcraft.

After so many years, Sabir has long been proficient in Han culture.

"Sabir, I know that Patriarch Rong Tian asked each of you to learn Han culture, and he helped me back then, probably with this in mind. But that doesn't mean you've really learned Han culture. How much do you know about the Xiao family? Especially Xiao Fan, have you ever known this person? ”

"We're understanding."

A sneering smile flashed at the corner of Ye Guyu's mouth again, and he said lightly: "After Patriarch Rong Tian was injured and retreated, did you think of getting to know Xiao Fan, is it too late?" ”

Sabir's eyebrows rose sharply, and his face was full of vigilance: "Who said that Master was injured?" Master is just in retreat. ”

Ye Guyu smiled and said, "Sabir, whether Patriarch Rongtian is injured or not, I know better than you. And I know how serious his injuries were. The leader of the Western Departure Sect, against the current head of the Wuji Sect, he can't take advantage of any cheapness! ”

"What? Wujimen's contemporary master is a real person? You mean Xiao Fan? ”

Sabir was so taken aback this time that he almost jumped.

As a sorcerer, even though he came from the far West, Sabir had certainly heard of the Infinite Gate. When Patriarch Rong Tian was talking to them about the Central Plains Feng Shui School, the first place in the list was Wujimen.

But Sabir never imagined that Xiao Fan, the eldest grandson of the Xiao family, would actually be the contemporary head of Wujimen.

"Of course."

"How is this possible? He's so young......"

Sabir's face was full of disbelief.

Ye Guyu said lightly: "There are many outstanding geniuses in this shijie, but you don't have much contact." I don't know myself or the other, and I shoot blindly. If it weren't for Xiao Fan changing his life for the Xiao family's ancestors, and Patriarch Rong Tian making a sneak attack, but fighting fairly, Patriarch Rong Tian would have to go back to his hometown to heal his injuries if he could be so easy. ”

"How do you know this?"

Sabir asked, bewildered, no longer in the anger he had when he first arrived, and he had become extremely shocked.

Ye Guyu smiled coldly, waved his hand, and said, "Sabir, I know only more than you imagined. Go back, don't meddle in this matter again. Since I'm here, I'll take care of it. ”

"No way. I have to be in charge of this! ”

Sabir said without hesitation, his tone was categorical, and there was no room for turnaround.

"Okay, then it's up to you!"

To Sabier's surprise, Ye Guyu actually agreed.

However, Ye Guyu's next words made Sabir angry.

"Sabir, you're right, this is your apostasy to the West, and it should be up to you to decide. However, I would like to remind you that you must not overestimate yourself. No matter how seriously Xiao Fan is injured, you are not his opponent. It's like ...... back then."

"How was it back then?"

Ye Guyu smiled and didn't say anything more.

Back then, even if I was dying and had only one breath left, if I wanted to kill you Sabir, you would only have one way to die! (To be continued......)