"You can't leave me behind, no matter what!"

Her tears of joy welled up, with a slight cry.

"In my name, I swear to the sky, in this life, I will never fail you!"

Ye Han hugged Ouyang Liluo tightly, his tone was sonorous and powerful, with unparalleled might.

Qiu Yingqiao's face turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't even say a bitter word.

Han Qingqiu's expression remained unchanged, but the jade hand under the tablecloth clenched slightly.

For the first time in years, she developed a hint of "jealousy".

Wei Wuming's face was pale, but under Ye Han's shocking performance, he had to admire in his heart.

"Brother, you find that you are getting stronger and stronger!"

Ye Shan patted Ye Han's shoulder and gave a thumbs up.

Ye Miao also smiled slightly, Ye Han made this out, and instantly shifted everyone's focus from Wei Wuming to his Ye family's table, why not?

Ouyang Liluo's beautiful eyes almost dripped water, although she didn't care, but what girl didn't want her other half to be better?

Ye Han's performance overwhelmed Wei Wuming, which was a big surprise for her.

Wei Wuming found an opportunity to sit next to Han Qingqiu and talk to him, and Han Qingqiu also chatted with him casually.

The party was silent for a long time, and suddenly, there was another exclamation from the crowd.

A woman, it's a woman who comes in.

She is about thirty-four or five years old, a purple cheongsam, tall, soft but full of style, compared to peerless beauties like Ouyang Liluo and Han Qingqiu, she is not bad at all, and the charm is more sufficient.

When Wei Wuming saw someone coming, he immediately got up, walked quickly to meet her, bowed slightly to her, and said respectfully: "Mother! ”

Ye Han finally looked at it this time, he was also a little curious about Aunt Liu, the rival in love twenty years ago.

"Jian Jiaojiao is here!"

Ye Miao said softly.

The woman who just arrived was Jian Jiaojiao, twenty years ago, she was beautiful in Yanjing and was respected as the first beauty, until now, her title was replaced by Han Qingqiu.

"Yes!"

Jian Jiaojiao smiled and nodded at Wei Wuming, she was very satisfied with this son.

When she came to the podium, she smiled at Han Qingqiu, proud as Han Qingqiu, and also got up and bowed her head, with politeness.

She was very aware of the energy and means that this woman possessed.

Jian Jiaojiao's eyes fell on the Ye family's table, and when she saw Ye Han, her complexion suddenly changed.

"Who are you?"

She pointed directly at Ye Han, and her words became extremely cold and angry.

Ye Miao's eyes were stunned, and he secretly said that it was not good in his heart.

He didn't expect Jian Jiaojiao to be so sensitive, but he still recognized Ye Hanlai.

"Ye Han!"

Facing Jian Jiaojiao's cold eyes, which were enough to make all the young generations of junjie rush to fear, Ye Han just waited and looked at it casually, and it was so bland.

"Sure enough, it's you, Ye Gang's nephew!"

Jian Jiaojiao's words seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth, with monstrous hatred and murderous intent.

Ye Gang and Liu Mei have no son.

However, after Ye Wudao disappeared and Yang Yun died, Ye Han was regarded as his own.

Jian Jiaojiao would naturally transfer her anger to Ye Han's head.

But she swept Ye Miao on the side, and then she restrained her killing intent, and said in a deep voice: "You hurry up and leave for me, you are not welcome here!" ”

"Oh?" Ye Han tilted his head and chuckled, "Anywhere, I can come if I want, and I can leave if I want, why do I need your consent?" ”

Jian Jiaojiao also thought that Ye Han was playing tricks on her, and said coldly: "The party here can only be attended by the outstanding young generation of Yanjing and representatives of various families, you are just Ye Gang's nephew, and you are not qualified." ”

Jian Jiaojiao's words were extremely mean, every word was heartfelt, and she didn't save face, and the rest of the people cast gloating eyes.

Ye Gang knew a lot about the matter with Jian Jiaojiao back then, and of course she knew the resentment of Ye Gang in her heart.

"Whether you are qualified or not, it's not up to you, just your little heart, no wonder you lost to my Aunt Liu back then!"

Ye Han didn't give up at all, but smiled jokingly and mocked.

As soon as he said this, Ye Miao's complexion changed greatly, and he secretly said that it was going to be bad.

Jian Jiaojiao, who had originally maintained her demeanor, suddenly changed her complexion, and the furious killing intent in her eyes was undisguised.

"Nameless, throw him out of here!"

Her voice fell, Wei Wuming took the order, if he was asked to offend Ye Gang, he wouldn't dare, but at this moment, with Jian Jiaojiao's life, he had no scruples.

Because of the subtle willingness, even if the Ye family faced Jian Jiaojiao, they had to give three points, he just threw Ye Han out, not to hurt his life, even if Ye Gang knew, it would not cause much trouble.

Everyone didn't expect the situation to change so much, Wei Wuming walked towards Ye Han quickly, his claws were ready to poke out.

"You're going to try it?"

Ye Lei Ye slammed the table and stood up, both blocking in front of Wei Wuming.

The three of them were entangled in their breath and momentum, and it was a good drinking party, but it suddenly became tense.

"Humph!"

Jian Jiaojiao didn't care about it, snorted coldly, her figure had already swept out, and she pressed her palm towards Ye Shan and Ye Lei.

Ye Shanye Lei looked frightened, and almost instantly, they couldn't move, they could only stand still.

This Jian Jiaojiao turned out to be a junior Shinto master who was extremely hidden.

At this moment, an arm suddenly came out of the air and blocked Jian Jiaojiao's palm.

When the two touched, the energy spread in all directions, and many people retreated to the edge of the hall, for fear of affecting themselves.

Jian Jiaojiao took two steps back, her eyes were solemn, and she said in a deep voice: "Okay, you crazy Confucian? ”

Ye Han smiled at the corner of his mouth, still sitting on the chair, but in front of Ye Leiye, there was already a figure in a Confucian shirt. It was Ye Miao.

Countless people were stunned, Ye Miao has always been low-key in the Ye family, and most of them only know Ye Wudao and Ye Gang of the Ye family, but they don't know that there is a Ye Miao who is hidden so deeply.

And "Confucian" refers to Ye Miao.

Everyone was shocked, Ye Miao was also a junior Shinto, although his strength was not as good as Ye Gang, but he was also a martial arts powerhouse.

"Huh!"

In the next moment, a sword light flashed, and everyone only felt a burst of light explode in front of them, and then the wind howled.

Ye Miao only felt that there were a few stars in front of him, but he didn't know which one was the real killer move, he retreated again and again, five steps back in a row, in this gap, he had already made nine punches in a row, one punch was more ruthless than the other, and one punch was more powerful than the other.

The sword light stopped, and the long sword of Zhu Zhujian had been returned to its sheath.

Ye Miao opened a distance of ten zhang from him, and when he saw that Zhu Zhujian had already collected his sword, he said strangely: "Senior, this is the first sword, why don't you use the sword again?" ”

I saw Zhu Zhujian shaking his head slightly, and said calmly: "No need, you have already lost!" ”

Everyone didn't know why, Ye Miao's eyes froze, and he slowly looked at his left chest.

A small hole had been torn open in his shirt, but it had not hurt his body.

"What?"

Ye Miao's expression was dull, with a strong look of shock.

He knew that he might lose, but he didn't expect to lose so completely, if this sword Zhu Zhu Sword used some more strength, it would definitely pierce his heart directly.

"I lost!"

Ye Miao's tone was low, with a hint of depression, Ye Lei Ye was indifferent, but he could only sigh helplessly

Wei Wuming, Han Qingqiu and other young generations admired in their hearts, such swordsmanship deserved to be a famous super master in China, and everyone couldn't help but be fascinated.

At this moment, a hearty laugh suddenly came from the door.

"Okay, good sword, the 'Tempest' sword technique really lives up to its reputation!"

Everyone turned their heads, and there was a tall and handsome middle-aged man standing at the door.

He walked in a hurry, and in an instant he was on the podium, and except for a few people, almost no one could see his body clearly.

This time, even Zhu Zhujian, whose face was indifferent and calm, also changed color slightly.

"'Saber', Yan Chiling?"

The man standing on the podium, standing with his hands in his hands, and his imposing eyes was none other than Yan Chiling, who was known as the "saber".

As soon as he appeared, countless eyes suddenly converged, or amazed, or respected, or admired, or loved, or afraid, all of them.