Five months later, in the city of the Holy City of all ethnic groups, the only place to go to the northern city, in a luxurious restaurant, tens of thousands of guests sit in the same hall, not crowded at all, this restaurant is the largest restaurant in the Holy City of all ethnic groups, there are ten floors, and the hall on each floor is the same size, it can accommodate up to 100,000 guests, this restaurant is called Wanhualou.

Wanhualou, the place where the souls of the strong of all races in the Holy City of all races, the place where the disciples of the major forces fell, the passenger flow on weekdays is about 10 million, the business is prosperous all the year round, and the guests are overcrowded, because here are gathered the stunning beauties of all the races in the Dongyan Continent, the human women who look like immortals, the charming and charming demon women, the passionate Yan women, the wild and domineering beast women, everything.

At this moment, in the hall on the first floor, more than two hundred uniformly dressed disciples of the Lingyun Sect were hugging Ling Cheng, eating and drinking together, waiting for Ye Yun's arrival, half a year ago, when Ye Yun and Mickey had just left the Yuelai Inn on their front feet, Ling Chengcheng got the whereabouts of the so-called sword boy, and after some consideration, Ling Cheng led more than two hundred disciples of the Lingyun Sect to connect the special shortcut of the Lingyun Sect to Wanhualou, and came to Wanhualou first.

"Senior Brother Ling Cheng, in the past few years since you returned to the Lingyun Sect, your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and in just a few years, you have actually broken through to the realm of the Sword King. A disciple of the Lingyun Sect threw a flattering look at Ling Cheng.

Hearing the words of the person in front of him, Ling Cheng recalled that a few years ago, he had fled back to Lingyun Sect, and he couldn't let go of his heart, because his eldest brother Ling Tai and brother Ling Fei died in an accident.

"That's it, the past is unbearable, let's call a few girls, let's be happy first. Ling Cheng let out a lewd smile and commanded, and after a while, hundreds of stunning beauties with similar skin tones and appearances flocked to him.

At the same time, outside the Wanhua Building, a golden streamer landed in front of the door, Ye Yun glanced at the door of the Wanhua Building, looked at Mickey with a puzzled face, and asked: "Brother Mickey, in another month, we will arrive in the Northern City, why did you ask me to stop flying?"

Mickey looked excited, with an expression of a dirt bun entering the Golden City, and said: "Brother Ye, you don't know this, this is the middle city, and it is only a hundred miles away from the City Lord's Mansion, one of the three mansions, so it can't fly sideways with the sword, this is the respect for the City Lord's Mansion." ”

"Oh. Ye Yun responded, and then said, "Then what will happen if we forcibly fly across?"

"Flying over the territory of the top forces is the greatest contempt for others, and it will be killed. Mitch shrunk his neck and laughed.

Ye Yun nodded thoughtfully, this is like a Terran monk visiting another sect, he has to be ten miles away and walk there, but the forces of the Terran sect will not kill the monk who flies over the territory, so it seems that the rules and order of the Holy City of all races are inviolable, otherwise, his life will not be long.

Looking at Wanhualou again, when he inadvertently saw an alien woman with her upper body exposed, Ye Yunyu was dumbfounded, and immediately looked at Mickey and asked, "Are we going to enter the restaurant in front of us?"

"What Brother Ye said is very true, we can only pass through the Wanhua Tower before we can use the sword again, let's go. After Mickey finished speaking, he pulled Ye Yun, who was stunned in place, and walked towards Wanhualou.

Inside the Wanhua Building, although the disciples of the Lingyun Sect were drinking and having fun, they also sent dozens of disciples to inquire about the news, looking for the traces of the sword boy, when Ye Yun and Mickey had just entered the Wanhua Building, the figures of the two were discovered by the disciples of the Lingyun Sect standing at the door.

"Senior Brother Ling Cheng, I found Mickey and the sword boy. ”

As soon as a pair of rough big hands reached into the robe of the alien woman, the exclamation of the disciples of the Lingyun Sect reached Ling Cheng's ears, and at that moment, Ling Cheng, who was in the realm of the second-order Sword King, had a gloomy face like water, and complained in his heart that the junior brother who came to report would not come early or late, but ran over when he was enjoying himself.

"Are you sure it's the sword boy and Mickey?" Withdrawing his hands, a trace of anger flashed on Ling Cheng's face, and he said in disappointment.

"Senior brother, it's definitely Mickey. The disciple who came to report the news beat a drum in his heart, but he still mustered up the courage to cut the railway, although he had not seen the sword boy, but he had seen Mickey.

"You piece of shit. Because he was unhappy in his heart, Ling Cheng scolded angrily, then got up, let the disciple in front of him lead the way, and led the two hundred disciples of the Lingyun Sect towards Ye Yun.

"This Lingyun Sect disciple is behaving abnormally today. ”

"Who said no, the flowers I just asked for, before they played, they left the table in a hurry. ”

Flowers, this is another name for the beauties of all ethnic groups by the frequent visitors of Wanhualou, at this time, the guests who were sitting around saw the disciples of Lingyun Sect suddenly leaving, and immediately paid attention, after all, this is related to the movement of Lingyun Sect.

Ye Yun, who was walking side by side with Mickey, saw Ling Cheng at a glance when he saw more than two hundred Lingyun Sect disciples in the distance, and suddenly, his eyebrows tightened, and he was slightly surprised: "It's him." ”

"Brother Ye, have you met an acquaintance?" Scanning the scene in the Wanhua Building, Mickey, who was shocked in his heart, heard Ye Yun's surprised voice and asked.

"I just met a damned man. After Ye Yun finished speaking, Mickey followed Ye Yun's gaze and looked forward, his walking figure stopped abruptly, and then said in horror: "It's a disciple of Lingyun Sect, it's over, it's actually Ling Cheng, the personal disciple of Lingyun Ancestor, who personally took action." ”

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they were overwhelmed by the disciples of the Lingyun Sect, and the next moment, when Ling Cheng saw Ye Yun's appearance clearly, a strong anger surged in his heart, and his already not very handsome face was directly distorted into a gourd, and he shouted at Ye Yun: "It turned out to be you, you are the sword boy who abolished more than thirty sword spirit disciples of the Lingyun Sect and killed Fei Ji?"

"I'm not a sword boy, my name is Ye Yun. In Ling Cheng's resentful gaze, Ye Yun patted Mickey on the shoulder and said.

Ling Cheng's spiritual sense swept over the space bracelet, took out the natal sword, stared at Ye Yun fiercely, and said fiercely: "Whether you are a sword boy, or an elder Ye, or Ye Yun, today I will use your cheap life to worship my two dead brothers." ”

"If you were allowed to slip away, you will die today. Ye Yun's expression was as usual, but the cold killing intent in his words clearly entered the ears of every guest in the hall.

"However, although I want to break your body into thousands of pieces and scatter your bones and ashes, I promise Master that I will capture you alive. Ling Cheng resisted the urge to cut Ye Yun in two, walked towards Ye Yun step by step, and said with a cruel smile: "Give you two choices, one is to self-destruct your cultivation, and the other is to cut off your limbs, if not, I will make you regret coming to this world." ”

"In this world, there is no one or nothing that I regret, and in particular, I will not regret coming to this world. Looking at Ling Cheng, who was approaching, Ye Yun didn't move, and he didn't even pull out his sword.

"Brother Ye, Ling Cheng is the personal disciple of Lingyun Ancestor, his strength is unfathomable, you can't be careless. Seeing that Ye Yun showed no signs of drawing his sword, Mickey, who was standing on the side, reminded anxiously.

"It doesn't matter. As soon as the sentence described by Ye Yun's list fell, all of a sudden, the guests who were drinking and having fun in the Wanhua Building were in an uproar.

"The wild boy from there, at such a young age, is so frivolous. ”

"In this holy city of all races, frivolity is a symbol of short-livedness. ”

"In the face of Ling Cheng, the young man didn't even draw his sword, maybe he was stupid, after all, Ling Yun Ancestor's personal disciple is not a vegetarian, it is rumored that Ling Cheng has already broken through to become a strong man in the realm of the Sword King. ”

Perhaps, this unknown teenager is deeply hidden. ”

All kinds of discussions sounded in the hall on the first floor of Wanhualou, where the eyes of the five domains and ten sects, the nine saints and the three mansions, and the large and small forces of the Dongyan clan were gathered, but most of them, with an indifferent expression, were playing with the beauty in their arms, while looking at the situation on Ye Yun's side casually, in their hearts, Ye Yun would definitely be captured by Ling Chengsheng, because Ling Cheng was the personal disciple of Ling Yun's ancestor, and the shadow of the famous tree.

Brush.

In the midst of the uproar, Ling Cheng stabbed a sword towards the position of the sea of qi in Ye Yun's abdomen, this sword was as fast as lightning, in the blink of an eye, and even, where the long sword in Ling Cheng's hand passed, the sound of piercing the void was like a crackling firecracker.

"What, it turned out to be one of Ling Yun Ancestor's famous stunts, Ling Tian's sword. ”

"This is also called Ling Tianyi's sword, compared to Ling Yun Ancestor, it is like a child playing with a wooden stick. ”

"However, using Ling Cheng's cultivation as a sword to cast Ling Tian is definitely an invincible existence below the realm of the Sword Emperor. ”

Several old men of various clans with vicious eyes couldn't help but exclaim when they looked at the sword that Ling Cheng stabbed, because many sword cultivators of the human race joined the Lingyun Sect just to be able to learn the Ling Tian sword of the Lingyun Ancestor.

Airplanes.

With a trembling sound throughout Wanhualou, when tens of thousands of powerhouses of all races stared at Ye Yun like wasted people, Ye Yun ignored Ling Cheng's sword, and unexpectedly stretched out a finger and poked it towards the tip of the long sword in Ling Cheng's hand.

Rumble.

Compared with the long sword, the fingers that seemed insignificant, the moment before they collided with the long sword, they were suddenly shrouded in a faint yellow light, and the next moment, the fingers smashed the long sword very violently, directly on Ling Cheng's eyebrows, and even, the latter didn't have time to switch the expression on his face, and it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"What, I killed Lingyun Ancestor's personal disciple with one finger, I'm not mistaken, right?"

"This, I'm afraid this is a disciple of the Nine Holy Lands who is a hidden ascetic. ”

"His name is Ye Yun, and I've never heard of that name before. ”

"Yellow energy ripples, isn't this young man a Sword Emperor powerhouse?"

"Looking at it, it seems that he has just been weaned, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Sword Emperor powerhouse?"

Ye Yun only used one finger to strongly crush the picture of Ling Cheng, which shocked everyone's vision, in the noise of tens of thousands of guests in Wanhualou, in the expression of Mickey Petrification, Ye Yun, who attracted the power of the dragon soul, looked at the more than two hundred disciples of the Lingyun Sect around him with cold eyes, and just after fighting with Ling, he attracted the power of the dragon soul and crushed Ling Cheng with the absolute strength of the eighth-order Sword Emperor realm, that was because he didn't want to make too many killings in front of tens of thousands of people, he wanted to use his strong strength to make more than two hundred Lingyun Sect disciples retreat.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

More than two hundred sword spirit powerhouses released the sound of sword covers at the same time, overshadowing the uproar in the Wanhua Building at this time, Ye Yun, who was rolling in his thoughts, was really taken aback, as a disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, it was the first time he saw more than two hundred sword spirit powerhouses release sword covers at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, this is worthy of being the Holy City of Ten Thousand Races, one of the two sects in the Eastern City, it has such a deep heritage.

"Your name is Ye Yun, I, we remember, don't leave it at that. ”

However, just as Ye Yun was thinking about whether he should kill more than two hundred sword spirits with one sword, an elderly Lingyun Sect disciple was sincerely afraid of His Excellency's words, and led the other Lingyun Sect disciples to flee in a hurry.

"What kind of rhythm is this?" Looking at the back of the last Lingyun Sect disciple who disappeared at the door of Wanhua Tower, Ye Yun was completely dumbfounded, whether he scared the more than two hundred Lingyun Sect disciples, or the more than two hundred Lingyun Sect disciples scared him.