The dancing white clothes descended on this ancient city, and the figure standing in the void held the Northern King Sword in his hand.

With the rapidly approaching breath, Yebei couldn't help but whisper: "There are three people in the realm of robbery, and the remaining twenty-four people are all in the realm of the Spirit Emperor. ”

Speaking softly, it was difficult to hide a hint of surprise.

The heritage of this No. 1 ancient city seems to be a little too powerful.

In the past few days, Yebei has been killing all the way, and in each ancient city, there are at most more than ten ancestors of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and they have never encountered people who rob the habitat.

On the other hand, in this ancient city, three statues suddenly appeared, and there were many people from the Spirit Emperor.

"Warrior?!"

Among the galloping crowd, a silver-haired old man felt the aura emanating from the white-clothed young man in front of him, and was obviously surprised.

The same is true of the rest.

In this realm that is only suitable for the growth of martial arts, there is a powerful martial artist?

This is even rarer than getting a secret treasure of the ancient martial arts inheritance.

Yebei's deep eyes scanned this group of people, and he was also frightened in his heart.

It's not that the other party is strong, nor is it a large number of people, but that although the other party is old and young, each face has a three-point similarity, which is obviously from the same family.

A family has such a strong heritage, which cannot happen in any ancient city.

Above the void, the two sides stood each other for a while, each frightened.

"Boy, are you from Ancient City No. 3?"

In the crowd, the silver-haired old man headed by a crown of hair, wearing a white brocade robe, has a seven-point fairy wind bones, and is obviously the ancestor of this family.

Seeing that Yebei didn't answer, the silver-haired old man spoke again: "What clan are you from?" Nights? Gu family? Lou ......"

The old man said the surnames of several giants in the No. 3 Ancient City in a row, which made Yebei's eyes squint slightly.

Through this statement, it is obvious that this person is very familiar with the No. 3 Ancient City.

And the other party's next quiet words undoubtedly verified the guess in Yebei's heart.

"No. 3 Ancient City, I haven't been back for a long time."

When Yebei heard this, he was still silent, looking at the old man in front of him with deep eyes.

For some reason, the aura emanating from the other party's body made him faintly feel a little familiar.

Beside the old man, a middle-aged man in a green robe stepped forward and couldn't help shouting angrily:

"Breaking the gate of my ancient city is simply looking for death!"

When the words fell, all the strength burst out, and he was about to make a move.

The silver-haired old man stretched out his hand to stop it.

The middle-aged man in the green robe glared at Yebei angrily, with an indignant face, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Boy, tell me why you're here?"

The silver-haired old man had no anger on his face, and he was more curious about the arrival of the white-clothed young man in front of him.

However, Yebei did not answer this question, but asked an abrupt sentence.

"Xingtian, who are you?"

For a short time, this familiar breath kept churning in Yebei's mind, and he thought of someone.

That's the Punishment Heaven.

The breath of the two sides is extremely similar, and Xingtian originally walked out of the spiritual land.

"Have you ever seen Xingtian? Where is he?! ”

When the silver-haired old man heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he never expected that the other party would suddenly say this.

Not only him, but everyone present was shocked and surprised.

"It seems that you are the clansmen of Xingtian."

Yebei's indifferent words confirmed the guess in his heart.

The aura exuded by this group of people in front of him is naturally much stronger than Xingtian, but it is the same, this can only be created by the same bloodline.

"Say it! Where's that rebel! ”

The middle-aged man in the green robe was stunned, and he spoke one after another, and he was obviously the leader of the second generation.

And the word 'rebel son' is probably referring to the murder of the father.

This matter, Yebei heard Mane Qi say before.

Because of this, the torture genius was hunted down to the outside world and trapped under the Netherworld Cold Prison.

This is just a rumor, for this matter, Yebei did not fully believe it, after all, with the heart of Xingtian, he is not a heinous person, and such a thing as stabbing his biological father is not like something he can do.

Whoever kills his father and mother will inevitably suffer the curse of heaven.

But at this moment, the word rebel made Yebei suddenly feel that this matter was probably not as simple as a rumor.

"You, from the First Continent?"

The silver-haired old man's mind was obviously extremely deep, and he instantly grasped the crux of the problem.

The other party has seen Xingtian, and it will definitely not be in this spiritual land, only the first continent.

Then he said: "The spiritual land has not yet been opened, since you can enter, it seems that the gate of ice has been destroyed. ”

"What? You want to get out? ”

There were no waves in the north of the night, and Leng Yan asked.

As for the other party's speculation, there is no denial, and there is no need to deny it.

This time I came here to ask these people to confess and surrender, otherwise, killing them will definitely not let them step out of the spiritual realm half a step.

But the other party was a member of Xingtian's clan, which made Yebei Wan not expect that there was no attack for a while, and there were more words of inquiry.

To be precise, Yebei wanted to know some things about Xingtian, and why this group of people had such a deep background, and one family could occupy an ancient city alone.

"Have you really, seen Tian'er?"

The silver-haired old man said in a deep voice, and there was a little flickering in his eyes.

Yebei nodded slightly.

Seeing Yebei's response, the old man smiled with relief.

"He, is he okay?"

"Father!"

On the side, the middle-aged man in the green robe couldn't help but snort, obviously extremely dissatisfied with his father's call for the word 'Tian'er'.

Xingtian killed his father and mother, and he is no longer their clansman.

The old man sighed, but didn't say anything after all.

At this moment, although it was late at night, the city gate was shattered, which had already alarmed many people, and the streets were crowded with people, looking up at the air.

"This is not the place to talk, Xiaoyou might as well go to the old man's house to talk about it."

The silver-haired old man spoke indifferently and sent out an invitation.

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't say anything.

What the ancestor said, no one dares to disobey.

Yebei put the knife into the sheath, without the slightest fear on his face, and accepted the invitation.

Such a scene made the old man frown, but the other party was young, but he showed the momentum of the hero, which was indeed surprising.

The No. 1 ancient city is one million hectares, which is several times larger than other ancient cities.

In the easternmost part of the ancient city, a manor house covers an area of 100 acres and is magnificent.

Since ancient times, they have been respecting the East, and now most people don't care, but in the hearts of the older generation, there is no doubt about this, not to mention the ancient city, these old antiquities that have lived for thousands of years.

As soon as the silver-haired old man entered the manor, he directly opened the door of the main hall and greeted Yebei with the way of a distinguished guest, which attracted the envy of many people.

These people, limited in strength and seniority, although they are people of the criminal family, they are not qualified to step into the main hall.

The bigger the portal, the more rules.

And the main hall of the criminal manor has not been opened for I don't know how many years.

Because there are no distinguished guests at all.

The middle-aged name of Qingpao is Xingxian, and as a second-generation leader, he follows closely behind his father.

"Xingxian, have tea with the guests."

The silver-haired old man shook his brocade robe and sat on the throne.

Although Xing Xian was unwilling, he didn't dare to be disobedient, and when he brought tea, he threw out the teacup in his hand suddenly.

Yebei's left hand moved slightly, grasped it steadily, lifted the lid of the cup, and gently flicked it twice, and suddenly the fragrance of tea overflowed and refreshed people's hearts, obviously brewed with extremely precious spiritual grass.

"Good tea."

Yebei took a sip and couldn't help but admire.

This kind of tea, not to mention in the First Continent, even in this spiritual land, can be called the best.

Xing Xian's eyes moved slightly, and his face seemed to be like water, and he was already surprised in his heart.

Just because of this blow, it contains a dark power that is not weak, and the other party can not only catch it steadily, but also not be affected in any way.