Inside a private room.

The people of the tribe quickly reacted.

"The Great Flame Dragon King?"

"I see, and this person is the only one with such prestige."

「……」

The eldest sister of the clan frowned slightly, but she didn't have much fear.

Just glanced at Ye Wentian.

She then immediately stepped forward with her tribal sisters.

"Sunflower tribe, junior Fenghua, meet the seniors."

"Meet the seniors!"

「……」

The eldest sister of the clan led everyone and bowed to the two Jinquan in front of them.

Seeing this, Boss Jin had a smile on his face.

"Hehe, it's all a misunderstanding."

"The flood washed away the Dragon King's Temple."

"Mr. Ye, today's incident is the child's fault first, Jin will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

"Can this matter be overturned?"

Boss Jin smiled on his face, stepped forward, bowed his head and bowed.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm and he glanced at the person in front of him.

"You're the one who empowers the tribe?" Ye Wentian asked bluntly.

When Boss Jin heard this, he hurriedly shook his head with a smile.

"Mistaken...... Misunderstanding."

"There's really no courage down there."

"Let me introduce, this is the predecessor of the Yan Alliance's Nine Abysses, on behalf of the Yan Alliance's authorization, and I hope that the Great Yan Dragon King will give me a thin face." The smile on Boss Kim's face remained unchanged.

Even if he moved out of the Yan League, his posture has always been very low.

Yan Meng's eyes swept over, glanced at Ye Wentian, let out a cold snort, and didn't say anything.

The Armed Forces Conference is imminent.

This kid can't be around for a few days.

Mention the Yanmeng.

He Xiao on the side, the expression on his face was obviously a little serious.

"Mr. Ye, the Yanmeng is not simple." He Xiao reminded in a low voice.

Ip Mantian's face was as usual.

Flame Alliance support?

Not surprising.

"The Sunflower Clan."

"Your clan doesn't stay in the Polar Wasteland, what are you doing in the middle state?" Ye Wentian glanced at the few people in front of him, didn't pay too much attention to it, and turned his head to look at the woman behind him.

Fenghua's eyes lit up, and she was obviously stunned for a moment.

This Great Flame Dragon King still dares to question?

Can't see the form?

"It's none of your business." Fenghua pursed her lips and responded in a cold voice.

Ye Wentian's eyes flashed.

"Whew!"

「……」

The next second, he suddenly took a step.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, one stood sideways in front of Fenghua and raised his hand to hold it in front of him.

"I ask, you answer."

"Don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame me for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Ye Wentian said bluntly.

This sudden move.

Everyone in the audience did not react at all.

Fenghua's eyes trembled, and the anger on his face exploded, the person in front of him was too presumptuous, and he was simply lawless.

"You...... Dare to ......" Fenghua glared.

The words are not finished.

"Smack!"

「……」

There was a crunch.

Ye Wentian slapped the person in front of him and slapped him behind.

The crisp sound is clear.

It is full of elasticity, and there are subtle ripples behind the short skirt.

"Ahh

"You...... You." Fenghua screamed, suddenly ashamed and angry, her whole face became extremely red, she never expected that this guy in front of her would dare to be so presumptuous in front of the Yanmeng envoy.

There are several sisters in the tribe, and their faces are confused.

The scene in front of them shocked them even more than the identity of the person in front of them.

This Great Flame Dragon King, he ...... He's in

Do what?

In the private room, the expressions on the faces of the others were also stiff.

"This ......" He Xiao, the king of Zhongzhou, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything more in the end.

Boss Jin and the two of Yanmeng's envoys were obviously a little gloomy.

The people in front of you, this is not in the slightest regard for them.

Ye Wentian ignored the people around him.

"Can you have a good conversation?" His gaze fell on the man in front of him.

Extraterritorial polar wastelands.

Eight major clans, thirty-six attached clans.

This sunflower tribe, I don't know how many they are ranked in, since they have met, they must have a good chat, Ye Wentian has been planning to take time to go to the polar wasteland recently.

"Junior!"

"You should be seated, don't you exist?" Yan Meng's gaze was cold, and the momentum around him exploded, and the invisible pressure swept across the field. Look at the book

If it is not for the alliance leader's explanation.

Everything will be said after the Martial Alliance Conference, just rely on this kid to provoke the Yan Alliance again and again, and the Yan League has already suppressed it.

"Seniors are angry!"

"They are all seniors in the Great Yan Martial Arts Realm, everyone has something to say."

"Mr. Ye, regarding the matter of the Sunflower Clan, the Yan Alliance has already communicated with the Imperial Capital and has been recognized by the Royal City." Seeing this, Jin Quan hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand to play the round.

Seeing this, the Yanmeng envoy calmed down a little.

"Humph!"

"Junior, this seat gives Boss Jin face, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as you."

"Tribal business, none of your business, get out of here immediately." The Yan Alliance envoy snorted coldly and shouted repeatedly.

Ye Wentian's gaze condensed.

There was a slight groan.

He turned his head and glanced at the two in front of him.

"Wangcheng?"

"Do you know this?" Ye Wentian raised his hand and threw out a white jade token.

Jin Quan subconsciously took it.

"This ...... This is the Son of Heaven's order!"

"Jin Quan, meet the Son of Great Flame." Jin Quan's heart trembled, and he quickly knelt on the ground and bent down to worship.

He Xiao and the others also showed a respectful look on their faces, and at the same time bent down to salute.

Ye Wentian smiled.

"As for the Flame Alliance."

"Well, you go back and tell your alliance leader that at the Martial Alliance Conference, someone Ye will meet him in person."

"Don't put this beep aside, or you'll be killed."

Ip Mantian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Let's talk about it.

Retract your gaze and look at the wind flower in front of you.

"Now, let's talk." Ye Wentian spoke in a low voice.

The Sunflower tribe can negotiate with each other, and the Xuan family can get a sub-array out of this clan, and it will be very convenient for them to go over when the time comes.

"You ......" Feng Hua's eyes trembled slightly, her heart shook uneasy, and what she thought was monstrous dependence seemed to be nothing in front of the people in front of her.

In the polar wasteland, there are also many rumors of the Great Yan Dragon King, and now it seems that the rumors are true.

That's when it happened.

"Junior!"

"You've gone too far." Yan Meng frowned, daring to ignore his existence again and again, this kid is really rude.

If you really want to be Yanmeng, don't dare to touch him?

As soon as the words fell.

"Whew!"

「……」

A terrifying spiritual power suddenly enveloped the figure of the Yan Alliance envoy.

His whole body trembled.

"This ...... This spiritual power!"

"Ip Mantian, you are presumptuous." Yan Meng was slightly shocked in his heart, but his momentum was not weak at all, and the representative behind him was Yan Meng.

The next second.

It seems to be blowing in the wind.

A pure killing intent locked onto the figure of the Yan Alliance envoy, and his gaze shrank, as if he had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

Without waiting for it to react.

"Whew!"

"Envoy of the Flame Alliance, I have also killed." Ye Wentian's voice came, like the whisper of death.

Raising his hand, he directly lifted the whole person of the Yan Alliance.

"You...... How dare you!" The Flame Alliance's eyes widened.

The Armed Forces Conference is imminent.

He didn't believe it, and the people in front of him dared to kill him.

"I dare." Ye Wentian replied in a low voice.

"Click!"

「……」

The crunch of bone cracks reverberates.

Yan Meng's face was distorted, and his eyes finally showed horror, and the spiritual power in his body exploded, trying to break free.

But he was suppressed to death by the other party's spiritual power.