Perhaps in the eyes of others, what Venerable Penglai did can be described as a fearless act of sacrificing the ego for the sake of the common people in the world, which is worthy of being left in history, but Ye Wuya does not see it that way.

In Ye Wuya's view, if a man can't even protect his own family, what can he talk about protecting the people of the world? If he can't even protect his own relatives, then what's the use of keeping the world?

What is famous in history, what is passed on to future generations, in Ye Wuya's opinion, it is a big fart to pass it on to future generations in this way!

The two of them didn't say a word, and they just zigzagged all the way and walked about a stick of incense, until they came to the end of the villa, behind a large mountain gate, a large hall fell into their eyes.

I saw that the hall was built like a palace, the golden glazed tiles shone in the scorching sun, and there was a huge black golden silk nanmu plaque hanging on the vermilion lacquer gate of the main entrance, on which the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with three big characters: "Hidden Dragon Palace".

Ye Wuya glanced at it from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh, secretly saying that this Prince Rong is worthy of being a member of the royal family, and he really enjoys luxury. This hall alone is much more luxurious than his own Nine Shadows Sect.

Although separated by hundreds of steps, Ye Wuya could still clearly feel the rich aura seeping out of the hall, presumably its materials were mixed with a high proportion of spirit stones to be able to reach such a point.

Looking at the surroundings of the square in front of the main hall, many town objects of different shapes were obviously arranged in an extremely ingenious pattern, so that this place was transformed into a natural spirit gathering array, if the cultivators cultivated here, its efficiency was undoubtedly far better than that of the outside world.

With such pomp, even the ancient clan is inferior by three points!

Behind him, Venerable Penglai coughed lightly and said: "This Hidden Dragon Hall was personally supervised and built by His Majesty Emperor Wu, and the three big characters of the Hidden Dragon Hall on the main hall are also inscribed by His Majesty Emperor Wu himself, which is enough to show that His Majesty Emperor Wu attaches great importance to Hidden Dragon Villa." ”

"It turned out to be the inscription of Emperor Wu. Hearing this, Ye Wuya couldn't help but look at the golden silk nanmu plaque twice, and said casually, "No wonder it's like a ghost drawing, it's really ugly." ”

When Venerable Penglai heard this, he was immediately choked by a mouthful of saliva, coughed violently, and gradually calmed down after a while, and couldn't help but speak: "Ye Gongzi is really humorous, but it is a little inappropriate to joke with His Majesty the Martial Emperor. ”

"What's wrong?" Ye Wuya glanced at him and said lightly, "Ugly writing is ugly writing, is it because he is the Martial Emperor, so he has to say that it is fragrant to fart this son?"

Venerable Penglai was so blocked by his words that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, and secretly talked to this product again, but he was afraid that he would really be angry to death, so he quickly changed the topic and said: "Prince Rong is waiting in the main hall at the moment, Ye Gongzi will follow me in." ”

After that, he took three steps and made two steps towards the Hidden Dragon Palace, and Ye Wuya did not refuse, and followed leisurely.

The two of them went straight through the Spirit Gathering Array, and soon entered the Hidden Dragon Palace.

As soon as Ye Wuya stepped into the temple door, he immediately felt several divine senses sweeping over him one by one, and many of them were faintly coercive in their divine senses.

Ye Wuya couldn't help but laugh secretly: It seems that he has offended a lot of people by making such a big fuss, but when it comes to coercion, these old guys can be regarded as kicking the iron plate today.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, and the Hongmeng Nine Secret Technique in his body was running rapidly, and a huge power of heaven and earth suddenly spread out from his body, and immediately engulfed the divine consciousness locked on his body.

At the same time, there were several muffled snorts from the depths of the main hall, Ye Wuya followed the sound, and saw that under the throne, several old men were pale, looking at him with resentful eyes.

Ye Wuya laughed and said loudly: "Since you are a guest, your hospitality is too rude." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, behind the throne, a slender man in a black robe slowly walked out. The man was about thirty years old, with an elegant temperament in his gestures, and when he heard Ye Wuya's words, he was not angry, and said in an elegant tone: "The people under him don't understand the rules, they offend the VIPs, and I hope that Ye Gongzi will look at the face of the subordinates, don't be like the people below." ”

After speaking, he slowly paced to the front of the seat, sat down leisurely, and said with a smile: "The first time, in Xia Qiyin, you can also call me Prince Rong." ”

Ye Wuya's eyes lit up, looked at the man twice, and said, "You are Prince Rong?"

"Not bad. Prince Rong still looked like an ancient well, as if the person in front of him was not his enemy at all, "Since Ye Gongzi is here, why don't you sit down and talk?"

With that, he clapped his hands lightly, and the two servants next to the main hall immediately brought a chair up and respectfully placed it in front of Ye Wuya.

Ye Wuya sneered, gently stretched out his hand to block it, and said lightly: "There is no need to be polite, I hate hypocritical people the most in my life, obviously I want to die very much, why make such a gesture." ”

When Prince Rong heard this, the smile on his face froze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, and said in a flat tone: "How about the battlefield, since you have entered the Hidden Dragon Villa, the person who comes is a guest, so naturally you want to be treated." ”

The hostility in Ye Wuya's eyes did not diminish at all, and he looked at Prince Rong coldly and said: "My son's time is precious, why did you come today, presumably your Prince Rong also knows very well, where the person is, you can hand it over, otherwise this prince will not dare to guarantee that your glorious hall will not be in ruins today." ”

As soon as Ye Wuya's words fell, the faces of many people around him suddenly showed anger, and they couldn't help but speak: "Ye Wuya, Your Highness treats you politely, don't go too far." ”

"Excessive?" Ye Wuya's mouth twitched slightly, and his powerful battle intent was unabashedly released, looking around at the crowd, "Who is it too much to snatch the elixir in my clan and capture my biological father?" ”

"Presumptuous!"

In the crowd, only a burst of shouts could be heard, and a cultivator finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning and struck towards Ye Wuya.

Ye Wuya sneered, only to see that his body shook slightly, but his right hand was rushing towards the cultivator with lightning speed.

I heard a loud bang, and the white light flew straight out, slamming heavily on the wall of the main hall, raising a puff of dust, and when the dust in the sky dissipated, I saw that the cultivator who shot before was covered in blood, but he was already deeply trapped in the wall, and only half a breath was left.

There were many cultivators in the audience, but none of them saw how Ye Wuya made his move, and they all gasped.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Ye Wuya patted the dust on his hands contemptuously, turned his gaze to Prince Rong, and said coldly, "Let me ask again, where is my father?"