Chapter 118: A Late Night Visit

"Less self-inflicted affection there. Ye Wuya looked at Yang Zhengtian with disdain, rolled his eyes and said, "If you are Qin Mo's appearance, then I will admit that there are more things that should not be more, you look at your crooked melon and cracked jujube, how big a heart do you have to play with you." ”

When Yang Zhengtian heard this, he almost didn't tilt his nose, and shouted angrily: "Stinky boy, do you still have the concept of respecting your predecessors." ”

"Nope. Ye Wuya replied decisively, and said with a sly smile, "Just a few people, whether you report it or not, it's not impossible if you don't report it, but those ten powerhouses of the Yuan-Breaking Realm ......"

"No one is missing!" Yang Zhengtian hurriedly took over the words, for fear that this kid would be careless and cheating and slippery, and said angrily, "The medicinal materials you want have been prepared, and now they are on the way to be transported, if you can't refine them when you turn back, I will skin you alive, old man." ”

"Che, you have to have that too. Ye Wuya didn't care about the threat in Yang Zhengtian's words at all, and sat on the chair beside him, "There is one more thing I have to discuss with you." ”

When Yang Zhengtian heard this, he immediately glanced at Ye Wuya vigilantly, and said, "What are your ideas?"

Ye Wuya smiled and said bluntly: "After the establishment of the sect, it is natural to accept some disciples, I think there are some talented children of the family in our Tianze League, do you see if it is ......?"

Yang Zhengtian snorted coldly and said, "Did you build the sect or did I build the sect?" Not to mention that you caused a lot of trouble for the old man, but also poached people from me, the old man owes you money?"

When Ye Wuya heard this, he immediately knew what this old man was thinking, and said with a pretended pity: "Originally, I also said that if you agreed, I would refine one more of the pills that broke through the Yuan Realm, and since you didn't want to, forget it." ”

"Yes, willing!" As soon as Yang Zhengtian heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile, "The Nine Shadows Sect is built in my Tianze City, then everyone is a family, what is polite, as long as the old man can help with things, he should go all out, but when it comes to accepting disciples, they have to be willing." ”

Ye Wuya rolled his eyes, and secretly scolded this old fox for being cunning in his heart, and then said: "That's okay, I still have to prepare some things for the establishment of the sect, just do what you have to do." ”

"Don't worry, there's something I don't understand. A look of incomprehension appeared on Yang Zhengtian's face, "You have caused such a big trouble, I won't say that Qin Mo and He Anda are still willing to join your sect, but Xiao Shengjie, this kid I watched grow up, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into him, can you pull him into your door too?"

Ye Wuya smiled mysteriously when he heard this: "You really want to know?"

"Of course. ”

Ye Wuya's face made a profound look, and his tone seemed to be talking about a cabbage: "I promised to teach him the God Killing Knife." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhengtian was immediately frightened. Previously, Ye Wuya slashed the immortal spirit creature and slashed Murong Boyuan's three knives that left an indelible impression on him, even with his cultivation and experience, he couldn't see what level of combat skill it was, but it was conservatively estimated that it would not be lower than the ground grade. With such a mysterious combat skill, Ye Wuya actually taught it to others so easily?

"That combat skill is not ordinary. Yang Zhengtian took a deep breath and cautiously probed, "Wouldn't you be dissatisfied with the people who taught you such combat skills by passing on such combat skills?"

Ye Wuya glanced at him in surprise, and said strangely: "The combat skills I created myself, of course, I can teach whoever I like, so what's the dissatisfaction?"

Yang Zhengtian rolled his eyes when he heard this, and secretly said that you Ye Wuya can create such a combat skill by yourself, I'm afraid that I don't want to reveal the news of the master behind me. However, Ye Wuya didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't ask uninterestingly, so he had to get out of the way stupidly, and he sighed in his heart.

The combat skills above the ground quality, if you know that you can learn it so easily, you are willing to do it.

Ye Wuya said goodbye to Yang Zhengtian with satisfaction, and then returned to Ye Mansion tiredly.

Although it seems that he easily killed Murong Boyuan today, only he knows how reluctant it is to forcibly cast the Divine Killing Sword under his current cultivation, if it weren't for the energy contained in the purple qi in his body that is far better than ordinary soul power, he is afraid that if he hasn't killed Murong Boyuan today, he will be defeated first.

Feeling the weakness coming from his body, Ye Wuya couldn't help but yawn and fell headlong on his bed.

However, at this moment, there was a knock at the door.

Ye Wuya was smart, and immediately stood up, looking out of the room with vigilant eyes.

You must know that his divine sense is far superior to that of ordinary people, and if ordinary people arrive at the door, how can they not notice it at all? Obviously, the person outside the door has some kind of ability to conceal his whereabouts, and this ability is not ordinary.

Ye Wuya's face changed slightly, and he suddenly cheered up, stretched out his hand and waved lightly at the door. With a creaking sound, the door of the room slowly opened, and a person slowly walked in.

The man was dressed in a dark night suit, with a hat on his head, and under the hat, a veil obscured her appearance, but it was not difficult to see from the graceful figure that this was a woman.

The woman's steps were light, but her whole body exuded an extremely uncomfortable chill, and she walked leisurely to Ye Wuya and sat down leisurely, and said: "I heard that Ye Gongzi of the Ye family is young but capable, but now when I see it, he is really a talent, and Zhao Kang died in the hands of a talented man like you, but it is not unjust." ”

Ye Wuya looked at her with interest, his sharp gaze seemed to see her through, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "I can't imagine that I, a child of a family, can also attract the legendary Gu clan to come forward, I don't know which clan the girl is?"

When the woman in black heard this, a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her appearance of the ancient well without waves, and there was a faint pride in her tone: "I am from the Holy Blood Sect. ”

Ye Wuya nodded, secretly wrote down the name in his heart, and asked, "Then I don't know why His Excellency of the Holy Blood Sect came to visit late at night?"

The black-clothed woman's eyes showed a hint of fierceness, and she said meaningfully: "In the early years, we used to foster some things in the Zhao family, but a few days ago, I heard that the Zhao family was served by Ye Gongzi, so the sect specially sent me to retrieve those things." ”

When Ye Wuya heard this, he suddenly remembered the group of secret guards of the Zhao family before, and his heart suddenly brightened, but his face pretended to be unaware, and he said strangely: "Oh, the Zhao family has a lot of things in the collection, but I don't know what the girl said, what is it?"