At this time, a young man in the crowd of Zhongtianmen turned around suspiciously, as if he felt Wen Qingye's gaze, and turned his head to look at this side.

Han Mei leaned into Wen Qingye's ear and said softly: "Holy Son, the young man who turned around was not a bystander, but a willow entanglement on the first day of Zhongtianmen."

Wen Qingye nodded, this young man gave him a mysterious feeling, very familiar, and knew in his heart that this willow wind was definitely not simple.

At this time, Han Mei suddenly felt a unique aura, and couldn't help but feel a flutter, only to find that it was very close to Wen Qingye, and hurriedly retreated a few steps towards the rear.

Liu Tangfeng turned his head and saw that Wen Qingye was looking at him, and couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded to Wen Qingye, and then turned around and walked towards the banquet in the square.

Wen Qingye also laughed, "This willow winding wind is really an interesting character."

"The willows of Zhongtianmen are winding with the wind!"

As soon as the master of the flame vein spoke, the entire square was slightly quiet, and everyone followed the voice.

Yan Fengyu, the great elder of the Yan vein, saw Liu Tangfeng coming, and walked over with a smile, "I haven't seen you for thirty years, the strength of Senior Nephew Liu is getting stronger and stronger, I can't accept the old man anymore."

Liu Tangfeng smiled and said: "The predecessors are really too modest, the top Luo Jin Immortal ranked two hundred and eleven in the Junshang spectrum, who dares to say that the seniors are old?"

This Yan Feng Feng is also one of the four top masters of the Yan Vein, and he is also the top Da Luo Jin Immortal of the Jun Shang Spectrum, and his strength is much stronger than Ke Xuan, the Great Sage of the Blue Lion, and Ji Lin.

"Hahaha"

Yan Fengyu couldn't help laughing when he heard Liu Tangfeng's words, and then said: "Coming all the way, it can be regarded as a tired ride and get into a seat."

Yan Fengyu took Zhongtianmen and the others to find a place near Xitai and sat down.

"This willow entanglement is extraordinary, worthy of being a dragon and phoenix among people"

"I heard that he is already the head of the Zhongtian Gate, and his strength is not comparable to ordinary people, if it weren't for him, Yan Xu would really deserve his name on the first day of the Nine Heavens South China Sea."

"The younger generation probably only has willows wrapped around the wind, so they can let this hot wind and rain come out to receive it in person."

.........

Everyone pointed to the willow wind, and they all started to talk.

While everyone was discussing, Wen Qingye walked to the entrance and took out the invitation that Yanmai had given him.

After receiving Wen Qingye's invitation, the master of the Yan Vein looked at the young man in front of him who was still smiling, and was shocked, this person is the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect, the person who killed the two protectors of the Yanchang Prince in the life and death battle last night?

Wen Qingye smiled lightly, pointed to the invitation and smiled, "What?

"Yes, yes, yes!"

When the master of the flame vein heard this, he nodded hurriedly, and then shouted loudly: "Leave the Fire Sword Sending the Holy Son to --!."

Wen Qingye's footsteps walked towards the square in front of him, and with his steps, many people were looking at this side, and most of them were still a little curious about this Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect.

When I first heard the name Wu Qiren, it seemed that he was chased and killed by forces such as Yanmai, Blood Dragon Brake, Fengqiwu, etc., and when I heard his name again, it was this person who killed Jiang Qingfeng and became Wu Qiren's holy son.

Leave the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect!

Just these six words are enough to make everyone present pay attention to him.

Although the strength of the Fire Sword Sect is not as strong as before, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse.

Yan Chang stared at that figure deadly, this person was the one who made him lose face and make him suffer a lot last night, he will never forget last night's shame for the rest of his life.

At this time, Wen Qingye suddenly felt that a killing machine was fleeting, but he was still keenly aware of it, and his eyes were like a sharp eye, cutting through the figures of everyone present, and looking directly at the person who had a killing machine.

A man with an expressionless face who looked seven or eight points similar to the breeze, and the clothes he was wearing were the clothes of the Bronze Gate, and the most important thing was that the Elder of the Bronze Gate, Femanshu, was by his side.

Wen Qingye whispered to himself: "The cultivation of the Emperor Golden Immortal, will the bronze gate be cold on the first day?"

Jiang Leng found that Wen Qingye was looking at him, and for some reason, his heart was abrupt, and he said secretly: This Wu Qiren is really good, and he can actually feel his murderous intentions, but the revenge of killing my brother, I will not take revenge on this revenge, and I will not give up.

Femanshu reminded in a low voice beside him: "This Wu Qiren doesn't dare to cultivate, but his strength is extraordinary."

Jiang Leng took a deep breath and said slowly: "I can see it, but he is not my opponent"

As he spoke, Jiang Leng touched the three-foot ice blade on the side of the case, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, dazzling.

This is not a big talk from Jiang Leng, although he can feel a threat on Wen Qingye's body, but it is not the kind of dangerous feeling that touches his heart.

Compared with the cold in the distance, Tang Ao, who was sitting next to the happy platform, did not squint, as if what happened last night did not happen.

Chu Chun'er looked at Wen Qingye who was walking slowly, and remembered the battle last night, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, this little thief is really getting stronger and stronger.

The more he thought about it, the more confused Chu Chun'er's mind became.

"This person is the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect?"

At this moment, an old woman next to Chu Chun'er opened her mouth and said.

This old woman's face bears the traces of time, and it can be seen from the folds that the old woman must have been a first-class beauty when she was young, and her face was easy to age, but she was afraid of the years.

She is the Great Elder of the Chu Family, Chu Xianyu.

Chu Chun'er nodded and said, "En, he is Wu Qiren, the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect."

"If it's okay compared to ordinary geniuses, but as the hope of the Fire Sword Sect, the Holy Son of the Four Great Sects"

Chu Xianyu shook his head and said, "He's still far away."

After speaking, Chu Xian closed his eyes.

When Chu Chun'er heard Chu Xian's words, she was silent for a while, without refuting or acquiescing.

Wen Qingye strode into the jubilant square, and at the same time, a child of the Yan Vein walked up with a smile.

"Holy Son, please come here!"

Yan Fengyu continued to talk with the masters of several forces, and he didn't look at Wen Qingye's side.

Generally, what kind of guests are received, there must be people who want to match the reception, just like the willow winding wind of Zhongtianmen is received by the great elder of the Yanmai vein, which can be said to give enough face to the willow winding wind.

But now, Yan Pulse actually sent a disciple casually, obviously looking down on the Fire Sword Sect and others, this is a naked provocation.

When Jiang Yang and Han Mei saw this, their faces changed greatly, with a trace of anger in their eyes.

Wen Qingye stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, and said with a smile: "It's hard work."

"Sure enough, it is still the Holy Son who knows the times"

The disciple of the Yan Vein sneered, and then walked towards a place far away from Xitai with Wen Qingye and the others.

"Why does this Yan Vein treat the people of the Fire Sword Sect like this?"

"You don't know, do you?

"The Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect is smart enough to endure it."

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(End of chapter)