On the way back from the dinner, Ye Changsheng received an urgent letter from Ye Xiangxi.

The Tan King was reluctant to leave Condor City, but he still gave the charcoal he had treasured for many years to the Sword Hall.

These charcoals are the proud works of the Charcoal King, and the quality is extremely high, and Changsheng cares more about their use value than the estimate of millions of taels.

Of course, there is also the affection of the Tan King.

Since Su Yun is the county lord of the Furong Empire and the only daughter of King Amano, there must be some connections and channels.

The reason why those large business groups and chaebols can become the top is because of their ruthlessness and unsympathetic appearance.

Ye Changsheng didn't dare to find the top chaebols and business groups, because the reason why they were able to rank was that they were mercenary, and they had no favor at all.

The merchant group that is too small can't be found, the strength is too weak, and Su Yun and Wenjiantang will be sold at any time. 、

Then the best choice is those small business groups or chaebols.

First, their human touch has not been extinguished, Su Yun's face will be much better, and second, they are in the middle position, and they can also have access to high-level information.

In these three ways, even if they tried to annex Wenjian Hall in vain, or betrayed Su Yun, the damage caused was also under control.

After listening to Ye Changsheng's explanation, Su Yun smiled mockingly: "In this way, you still think about me?"

"Sort of. ”

Sort of?

Su Yun was furious: "Ye Changsheng, don't you think you are hypocritical when you say this?!"

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "I think in your eyes, I shouldn't be a hypocrite, but a real villain." ”

"Even if you are a little self-aware," Su Yun looked at Ye Changsheng's eyes: "Then tell me, what am I like in your eyes?"

I have to say that Su Yun's eyes are very good-looking, with elegant contours and neat eyelashes, as if they can block out all the dirt in the world.

Those eyes seemed to be able to speak, clear and watery, and radiant.

In the depths of the pupils, beautiful rays were emitted, and in the light light, Ye Changsheng's shadow was reflected.

Su Yun's heart was beating hard, and her breathing was a little chaotic.

She had never seen a man so closely, with a handsome countenance, an increasingly hardened facial line, and deep, clear eyes.

Those dark eyes, like a bottomless abyss, carried some mysterious magic that attracted her gaze and made her unable to take her eyes off.

Maybe it's only for a second, but it feels like a long, long time to Su Yun.

Ye Changsheng staggered his gaze and said lightly: "Miss Su, I don't know you, so I am not qualified to evaluate you, and of course I don't need to evaluate you." ”

Su Yun's face flushed a little, and she hurriedly looked away, but her heartbeat was faster.

"I, I'll go back first, and I'll tell you the name when I think of it. As she spoke, Su Yun turned around and was about to leave.

However, at this moment, two arms wrapped around her slender waist and held her in his arms.

The aura emanating from Ye Changsheng's body made Su Yun feel weak, and she couldn't help but say angrily: "Ye Changsheng, you, you ......"

"Boom!"

The roof of the study suddenly collapsed, and the tiles and beams instantly turned into powder.

In the flying smoke and dust, a huge palm fell from the sky and slapped down.

Ye Changsheng hugged Su Yun tightly, jumped hard, and almost rushed out between the fingers of the giant palm.

He fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood sprayed wildly on Su Yun's white neck.

"Poof!"

Blood splashed, the bloody breath spread, Su Yunhua's face was pale, and her eyes were full of tears.

Ye Changsheng saved her life again!

Above the completely disappeared roof, a black shadow flashed out, and he glanced at the woman under Ye Changsheng in surprise, revealing an ambiguous smile.

"Peony flowers die, ghosts are also romantic, Ye Changsheng, the old man will fulfill you!" The masked old man sneered, and his big hand jerked forward.

In the thick of blood, the palm of that hand turned into the claws of a huge monster, emitting a fishy smell.

The long nails, like sharp daggers, tore through the space and came to Ye Changsheng's chest in an instant.

Ye Changsheng leaned on his back, and under the powerful pressure, his chest cavity collapsed, and cracks opened on his face.

Seeing that the claws were about to tear through his defenses, Ye Changsheng roared angrily, and with all his strength, he punched out.

Little Dragon Elephant Power!

In the spiritual sea, the two-story tower of the seventh-level floating slaughter, the black light flashed, and the incomparably powerful little dragon elephant power surged out.

The formless form of the dragon elephant came out of its body, and almost at the same time, a punch containing energy passed through the five fingernails and struck the palm of the claw.

"Boom!"

With a violent explosion, five dagger-like nails were shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

The old man couldn't help but let out a strange scream, and he withdrew his palm in panic.

He never expected that Ye Changsheng would be so stiff that he would actually break his magic skills!

Ye Changsheng took the opportunity to stand up and protect Su Yun behind him, his right hand was bloody, and his entire arm trembled violently.

The punch he fought hard just now caused him a lot of injuries.

Ye Changsheng looked at the old man with cold eyes, and said coldly: "You are not from the Demon Gate, who are you?!"

The old man's cultivation is at least a half-step strongman, but he is not a real powerhouse.

He is not a person from the Demon Gate, but with the help of his own dark attributes, he has cultivated the external skills of the Demon Gate.

The old man's identity was recognized, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was waiting to end Ye Changsheng's life, when his face suddenly changed.

Glancing at Ye Changsheng unwillingly, the old man rose to the sky.

However, it was too late, and directly in front of the old man, a tall figure was suspended in the air.

Qin Feng's long curly hair, which was wet at all times, covered that stiff face, his big hand was clasped on the hilt of the sword, and his indifferent eyes looked at the old man opposite.

In the night sky not far away, the old man's two comrades had been dragged by their opponents, and the sound of fighting in the air shook the entire Red Leaf Villa.

The masked old man's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Get out of here!"

He didn't care about hiding his mastery, and with a wave of overhaul, the wind attribute aura erupted, turning into eighteen spiritual power swords, flying towards Qin Feng like lightning.

The corners of Qin Feng's eyes jumped slightly, but instead of dodging, he rushed forward.

With two pops, two swords of spiritual power pierced through his body, and blood flew out.

Qin Feng's long sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards the old man quickly.

The tragic sword stained the heavens and the earth with blood.

The blade of the sword tore through the air, like the roar of a giant beast in the wilderness, chasing souls.

The old man felt the violent aura that destroyed the world and couldn't help but exclaim: "Blood Killing Sword Intent?!"

Die!

The long brown hair flew back, and Qin Feng shouted angrily, his eyes wide open!

In the continuous explosion, the bloody sword, tearing through the old man's defenses, was slashed on the old man's chest.

"Poof!"

The old man's body was cut in two, splattered with blood, and tumbled down from the air.