In the face of Ye Wentian's invitation, the Marquis of Dingyuan and the two elders of the Ink Sword Sect were greatly surprised, this was too strange, why did he not seem panicked at all in the face of the three Spirit Emperors? Not only did he not panic, but he also took the initiative to invite the Marquis of Dingyuan to come in.

After exchanging glances with each other, Marquis Dingyuan nodded and said sharply: "Kill my son, imprison my son, you dare to be so arrogant! Since you invited me in, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

After speaking, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked heavily on the vermilion red door, because the Hou Mansion has a natural seal, which can prevent outsiders from entering, so this foot uses the strength of the Spirit Emperor level.

I saw that the eyes of the two stone evil spirits lit up for a moment, and then a layer of light blue light curtain lit up over the entire mansion, the light curtain on the door was particularly bright, and there were complex runes flickering, and then the light curtain on the door shattered like broken glass, and the prohibition was forcibly broken.

"Come with me!Capture Ye Wentian, the shameless thief!" Dingyuan Hou shouted an order, and immediately sacrificed the ink sword martial spirit and rushed in, followed by the two elders leading hundreds of disciples of the ink sword sect to rush in, hula la in a circle, surrounding Ye Wentian in the middle, the spiritual flames rose one after another, and the edge of the ink sword pointed directly at Ye Wentian.

Looking at the height of the Spirit Flame, these hundred disciples of the Ink Sword Sect are actually all cultivators above the Fifth Ring Spirit Monarch, and more than 30 of them have reached the level of the Spirit King, which is indeed worthy of being a first-class sect, and the comprehensive strength is indeed very strong.

"You are Ye Wentian, quickly hand over the imprisoned disciples of the Ink Sword Sect!" A spirit king's sword tip pointed at Ye Wentian's eyebrows, and his sharp edge was murderous.

"Thief, hand over my Grandmaster brother quickly, or I will chop you to pieces with a thousand knives!" a Spirit Monarch shouted angrily.

"Little thief Ye, immediately kneel down and admit your mistake, otherwise you won't even be able to keep the whole corpse, hurry up!" the other Lingjun said in an even more arrogant tone.

"Don't talk nonsense, kill him and search slowly, today I have to dig three feet into the ground and completely flatten here!"

"Yes, all those related to him will die, and this place will be razed to the ground today, let him understand that this is the end of offending our Ink Sword Sect!"

"Go underground and repent, take your life!" A Lingjun of the Ink Sword Sect was impatient, knowing the truth that monks have more porridge and less porridge, and he was eager to snatch the credit, so he took the lead with a sword in the air, stabbing straight at Ye Wentian's throat, his delicate facial features were slightly distorted, giving people a hideous feeling.

Although the Marquis of Dingyuan didn't know what Ip Mantian's strength was, he was sure that he was definitely not weak, and it was too late to stop it at this time.

Ye Wentian was chewing a piece of chicken, seeing the sharp ink sword stabbing towards him, his hands and feet did not move at all, he did not dodge at all, his chewing action slowed down, and then his eyes were cold, and he spit out a piece of chicken bone with a pop.

A circle of white ripples spread out with a piercing sonic boom, and the chicken bones actually broke through the speed of sound, and they were spit out of the mouth!

The distance between the two was too close, and in the face of the chicken bones that were advancing at the speed of sound, this Ink Sword Sect Lingjun had no room to dodge at all, and he couldn't even see clearly, his hair rose all over his body, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and he immediately withdrew the ink sword in front of him, trying to gamble on his luck.

It's a pity that luck is obviously not on his side, the narrow blade of the ink sword did not block the chicken bones, the small chicken bones hit his throat, bringing out a slip of blood, leaving a blood hole in his neck that runs through the front and back, the throat and cervical vertebrae were all shattered, the nerves were severed, and the neck and the neck were suddenly out of control.

With a bang, the Spirit Monarch fell to the ground, convulsed violently, clutched his throat and wanted to scream, but he could only make a loud panting sound, a large amount of blood foam gushed out of the blood hole, spilling out along his fingers, and a large number of bubbles were blown out by the air in his lungs, and his eyes were exposed with bruises, which looked extremely oozing.

"Save ...... He ...... struggled a few times, and the Spirit Monarch stretched out his hand towards the elder with difficulty, suddenly staring at his eyes and stiffening, and then softened and said goodbye to this world completely.

The rest of the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect who wanted to rush up to grab the credit were all frightened, they only saw that Ye Wentian's attack was spit out of his mouth, and the next moment the junior disciple of the same sect died, this is too fast, it is also a dignified five-ring spirit monarch, is it so weak?

Only then did the chicken bones gurgle and roll to the ground, and the bloody chicken bones were extremely dazzling.

"You actually dare to attack and kill the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect in front of me, what a big dog!" Dingyuan Hou was full of momentum, full of vigor and hunting and dancing, glaring at Ye Wentian angrily, and almost immediately bombarded him.

The two elders of the Ink Sword Sect were also furious, killing people in front of them was tantamount to not taking them in their eyes, this was a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo, and it was a contempt for the Ink Sword Sect.

The coercion of the three Spirit Emperors overwhelmingly pressed towards Ye Wentian, and this level of coercion was condensed like a substance, even the Spirit Saint would be seriously injured, this was the difference in rank.

However, in the face of the terrifying coercion of the surging tide of anger, Ye Wentian smiled indifferently and pressed the chopsticks on the table, and the moment the coercion pounced, it suddenly turned into a warm breeze, not only did not hurt Ye Wentian, but not even a plate was broken.

The three of them looked at each other in shock, could it be that there was something wrong with their coercive attack? Or maybe Ye Wentian was also a strong person at the level of the Spirit Emperor, how could this be? How could there be such a young Spirit Emperor in the world!

"I hate it when someone points a sword at me because I can't help but want to kill when I'm nervous. Ye Wentian said leisurely, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

Almost subconsciously, all the other disciples of the Ink Sword Sect quietly deviated from the blade, for fear of falling victim to the next chicken bone, and Ye Wentian's sudden appearance of strength frightened them.

"That's what it sounds like. Ye Wentian spit out the chicken bones with a puff, and when he saw this action, the oncoming disciples of the Ink Sword Sect all trembled, and the Adam's apple rolled out in a cold sweat.

Ye Wentian turned his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the Marquis of Dingyuan, completely ignoring the two elders' deposits, and made a gesture of please: "The Marquis of Dingyuan came from afar, I specially ordered a table of hospitality in Wangxian Tower, don't let down my kindness, please take a seat." ”

"You!" The two elders were furious, raised their palms, and the black light flashed in their palms, and they were about to sacrifice their ink swords to kill this arrogant boy, but they were stopped by Dingyuan Hou reaching out his hand, his eyes did not fall on Ye Wentian, but looked at the two old men who were playing at the door of the main hall, and their faces were unprecedentedly solemn.

Just now, everyone rushed in, but no one noticed the existence of the two old men, even he and the two elders did not notice at all, as if these two old men did not have a zài.

There are two explanations for this situation, one is that the two old men are ordinary people, and the other is that the two old men are peerless masters who have returned to their roots and can hide all their breath at will.

Soon, the Marquis of Dingyuan denied the first possibility, there were no ordinary people in the imperial capital Dongcheng, and it was impossible for ordinary people to appear in Ye Wentian's mansion at this time.

It turned out that Ip Mantian had already prepared, and this banquet was a typical Hongmen banquet!