"Didn't I just say, what's the problem with Yan Motian? In the ancient emperor heaven, he was thrown away by his contemporaries, isn't this the problem that needs to be solved? ”

"Your Yan clan is such a big race, don't you even have a way to raise Yan Motian to the same level as ours? No matter how bad it is, it's okay to raise him to the level of 9.67 million, right? ”

Li Yefeng is also a little depressed and helpless, people in this spiritual realm don't seem to be very good at IQ.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and then he glanced at the elders of the clan, all of them with a look on their faces, yes, erasing or shortening this distance and entering the Supreme Heaven, wouldn't it be the same starting point again?

"Yes, that's true..."

"Yes, yes, what Li Xiaoyou said is."

“...”

Yan Zhuo also showed a faint smile, but after a while, his expression froze again, and said, "Then the problem is..."

Li Yefeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Zhuo.

The latter coughed dryly and said curtly: "Li Xiaoyou, our Yan clan, there is really no such strange method for Yan Motian to catch up with you..."

Li Yefeng: "..."

He was petrified on the spot, his face was confused, he couldn't believe it, he was a dog!

Grass!

Aren't you a primeval race?

Aren't you a fucking family of primeval heritage?

Didn't Yan Motian call himself what Yan Tianjiao was at that time?

Your sister!

As a result, you don't even have this method? Then do you ancient race have an egg to use?

Funny, right? The ancient family in the fantasy of the people, which one does not have an ancestral land and a heritage of the ancients? casually, there is a forbidden place for future generations to temper and then soar into the sky.

What the fuck are you ancient races?

I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding of the awesome and lofty word 'Taikoo', right?

Fuck your uncle, at this level, Lao Tzu is crazy to join forces with you!

United... Join your sister's union!

Li Yefeng's face was completely black, this Yan clan couldn't play!

Weak batch!

Not really!

No wonder it's getting more and more rubbish!

Yan Zhuo was also embarrassed, if the Yan clan had such a thing, why did he have to participate in the ancient emperor's order? Wouldn't it be nice to participate in the Supreme Order directly?

I just don't have to participate...

Li Yefeng sighed in his heart, it seems that if he really wants to cooperate, he has to find the Thunder Clan, the Yan Clan's cheat daddy, whoever plays with them will be unlucky!

The Demon Emperor suddenly said, "The Thunder Clan doesn't have such a thing. ”

Li Yefeng's body stiffened, and the thoughts in his heart were seen through by the Demon Emperor, and then he was ruthlessly stabbed.

Yan Zhuo also understood instantly, and hurriedly said: "The Nine Ancient Clans, now only the two major races of the Heavenly Clan and the Ancient Clan have this method, and the others don't have it. ”

This is also the reason why the Celestial Clan and the Gu Clan did not participate in the Ancient Emperor's Decree, people, no need.

Li Yefeng rubbed his brows with a headache, he was sure that there was no ancient force in the world that was weaker than these primeval nine clans, and this was too much to put on the table...

"Demon Emperor senior, do you know anyone from the Heavenly Clan or the Ancient Clan?"

The Demon Emperor nodded: "I've dealt with it." ”

Li Yefeng said: "Why don't you introduce me?" ”

"Do you want to be shot to death by the people of the Celestial Clan and the Ancient Clan?" The Demon Emperor smiled playfully.

Li Yefeng's face froze, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Yan Zhuo glanced at the Demon Emperor, and then said, "The Demon Emperor has killed the emperors of the Heavenly Clan and the Ancient Clan. ”

Li Yefeng petrified again.

He suddenly wondered, if one day he was inexplicably targeted, would it be because of the Demon Emperor?

Yan Zhuo said again: "The Demon Emperor has killed more emperors than you know. ”

Li Yefeng: "..."

He wanted to cry without tears, and I... The mentality has collapsed!

Demon Emperor, I thank you for working so hard to reduce the strength of the spirit realm, really, so thankfully, grass!!

"Alas... I have a way to make him promoted, but I also want to know, how far can the Yan clan join forces with me? ”

Yan Zhuo's expression was surprised, he would not doubt Li Yefeng's words, and after groaning, he said, "If you have anything, my Yan clan must rush to the front, and when you need the Yan clan to make a move, just shout." ”

Li Yefeng said: "I want martial arts, I want mental methods, and I want money." ”

Yan Zhuo: "... Yes, you can. ”

If you want martial arts, you want mental methods, he can understand, why... Still want money?

Is this kid very short of money?

As for martial arts and mental methods, he couldn't wait to give them to Li Yefeng, so that the connection between their Yan clan and Li Yefeng would be even closer.

However, what the Yan Patriarch didn't know was that his decision today almost brought ruin to the Yan Clan in the near future.

At the end of the negotiations, both sides were extremely happy.

Li Yefeng didn't think about going over to find the Thunder Clan, he would choose the Yan Clan at that time, on the one hand, considering that the strength of the Yan Clan was not as good as the Thunder Clan, and on the other hand, he was the leader of the Thunder Clan, secretly hiding murderous intentions.

He looks kind, but for some reason, the ThunderClan patriarch seems to want to kill him!

Yan Motian followed Li Yefeng and was silent along the way.

The Demon Emperor went directly to a quiet place to rest, with Hong Qingqiu and Mu Xue dozens of meters behind.

"Yan Motian."

"Yes."

Yan Motian paused, then lowered his head, and his posture was very low.

Seeing that Yan Motian, who was invincible at that time, became the current pug-like appearance, he was also a little embarrassed.

"Are you so shameless?" Li Yefeng's eyes were cold, and he said sarcastically.

Yan Motian's body trembled slightly.

"You are the hope of the Yan clan, and you actually grovel to your rivals, and your posture is humble, what are you proud of being the pride of the Yan clan? What about your face as the hope of the Yan Clan? ”

"Are you very unhappy, are you very unwilling? Do you think you're enduring humiliation? Do you think you're doing this for the sake of your family? ”

"Don't deceive yourself, you just don't dare to do anything to me, I'm afraid that I will slap you to death, to put it bluntly, you are just afraid of death, just make an excuse for your weakness and incompetence!"

Rumble!

Yan Motian's body erupted with terrifying energy!

"I don't have !!" I saw that he raised his head suddenly, and terrifying flames erupted from his body, and at this moment, he seemed to have turned into a flame god of war!

"Even if I die, I will tear your mouth apart!" Yan Motian yelled with a hideous face.

Boom!

One after another flames erupted, the sky was dyed into a sea of fire, Yan Motian killing moves were frequent, and Li Yefeng kept retreating.

But then, a crimson blood sword appeared in his hand.

Swish!

A sword separated the sea of fire, and the sword light slashed towards Yan Motian angrily, and with a snort, a bloody mouth appeared on Yan Motian's chest, and blood spurted out of the wound.

However, Yan Motian didn't seem to notice it, and directly sprinkled the flame magma on the wound, and the sneering white gas bubbled up, and then, he continued to blast out the flame magma hideously!

"Rebel, what are you going to do?!" Yan Zhuo's angry voice sounded, and immediately a big flame hand slapped down towards Yan Motian.

Seeing this, Li Yefeng swayed forward with the Martial God behind him and blasted the flame hand with one punch.

"Patriarch Yan, this is my matter with Yan Motian, please don't interfere."

Rumble!

The flames smashed on the Martial God King Seal, and Li Yefeng was instantly surrounded by a sea of fire.

Boom!

The flames skyrocketed, completely engulfing Li Yefeng!

Zheng!

A terrifying sword aura swept out, the flames were directly annihilated, and then, a big sword fell!

Swish!

The big sword stopped five centimeters above Yan Motian's forehead.

The flames around Yan Motian all disappeared, but he stared at Li Yefeng with his head held high.

Even if it was death, he would never bow his head again.

Bang!

The Martial God King Seal and the Great Sword turned into points of light and dispersed.

Li Yefeng said lightly: "This is the Yan Ferris I have seen." ”

Immediately, he turned and left.

Yan Motian froze and looked at Li Yefeng's distant figure until his father, Yan Zhuo, appeared behind him.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Yan Zhuo asked coldly.

Yan Motian didn't respond, Yan Zhuo frowned slightly, and stepped forward, but saw that at this time, Yan Motian raised his hand.

"Woo... Woooooo

Yan Motian, biting his lower lip, hiding his face and crying, tears rolling down, but he didn't dare to cry loudly.

He never thought that an outsider knew him better than his father!