"Is Bai Zhanpeng looking for us, or is it your young lady?"

Bai Yan frowned lightly and asked lightly.

Ye Zhong sneered, with a light of disdain in his eyes: "This girl, Young Master Bai may not even know you, and it is naturally my young lady who wants to see you." ”

What is Bai Zhanpeng's identity? He is the young master of the medicine sect, and an ordinary person still needs him to approach him personally?

What a joke!

"Oh. ”

Seeing that it was not Bai Zhanpeng who wanted to see her, Bai Yan's face turned a little cold: "I don't know your young lady, go back." ”

"This girl," Ye Zhong's face turned cold, "My young lady is from the medicine sect, it doesn't seem like it's good for you not to go and see it?"

Bai Yan felt that the person who came was not good, but she asked herself that except for Bai Zhanpeng, she had never had any other communication with the people in the medicine sect.

This young lady of Yaomen is even more unknown!

"It turns out that the medicine door likes to be strong. The corners of her mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and her black eyes stared coldly at Ye Zhong.

"You ......"

Ye Zhong was about to get angry, a gloomy aura swept from the front, and with a bang, his body turned into a gust of wind and flew out quickly.

The man was dressed in purple, his silver hair was like a demon, his tone was slightly cold, and his voice was cold: "This king's wife doesn't want to go, who dares to force it? Get out of here!"

"Ahem!"

Ye Zhong coughed twice, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and got up from the ground, he only felt a terrible pain in his chest, and his old face looked pale because of this.

"Uncle Zhong. ”

At this moment, a crisp and soft voice came from behind, like a light breeze, warm as spring.

"Miss. ”

Ye Zhong turned around and asked respectfully.

At that moment, the hall downstairs of the teahouse was silent, and everyone's eyes were on the green-shirted woman in the corridor on the second floor, with surprise in their eyes.

"It's Miss Ye Ying, why is Miss Ye Ying here?"

There is no third generation of descendants in the Yaomen lineage, and as the maiden family of Yaomen's wife Li Jing, Ye Ying has already become the target of the Yaomen's disciples.

Now there are many young talents who are gearing up and planning to go to talk, but when they feel Ye Ying's cold temperament, they can't help but retreat......

"Uncle Zhong, what are you doing here?" Ye Ying frowned lightly and glanced at Ye Zhong dissatisfied, "I asked you to invite two guests, but you are so rude to my guests?

Ye Zhong was stunned, and lowered his head unwillingly: "Two, I'm sorry, I was rude just now." ”

Ye Ying pursed her lips, her gaze turned to the two people in the box, and the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow arc.

"I offended a lot of people just now, and I ask you two to forgive me, I wonder if I can go in and have a cup of tea?"

Her voice is soft, her eyebrows are smiling, and no one can refuse such a beautiful woman.

Di Cang's face gradually sank, his phoenix eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly: "My wife doesn't want to get along with strangers. ”

By implication, you're ready to go!

Hearing this, Ye Ying was not annoyed, her smiling gaze turned to Bai Yan: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Ye Ying, girl, you must also be here to participate in the Alchemist Conference?" I can introduce you to the elders of our medicine sect and let them guide you in a few moves, how about it?"

Bai Yan didn't seem to hear Ye Ying's words, she stretched lazily, her body was very lazy, like a sloth leaning on Di Cang's chest.

"Di Cang, your face is really easy to provoke peach blossoms, and you look even more beautiful than a woman. ”