As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

But soon someone realized that this was a contradictory statement.

"You're lying!"

A monk of an alien race shouted: "Even the Qingli Supreme is not worthy, is it possible that your master is the emperor!"

Ning Yuan looked at this scene, but smiled without saying a word.

It's all their own family, and they don't deserve it.

Wang Hui cultivates Qingli's swordsmanship, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an apprentice.

"In the world of swordsmanship, Qingli Supreme can be the end! In this world, there is no one who is better at using swords than Qingli Supreme!"

"Although the little sword saint is strong, he likes to talk nonsense, and he has the appearance of being proud of his early death. ”

"Hmph! I think this person has eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and even the Supreme dares to criticize it!"

Most of the surrounding alien monks looked at Wang Hui indifferently, they had been talking coldly since the beginning of the martial arts meeting, and they had never been optimistic about Wang Hui.

However, the Terran monks were silent at the moment, not knowing how to speak for Wang Hui.

Qingli Supreme is not worthy of being his master, this is too conceited.

"Dare to fight!"

Wang Hui didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, and his eyes were full of cold anger, staring at Zheng Yifan.

"The cultivation is not high, but the tone is not small. ”

At this time, a smile came from outside the hall, and everyone turned their heads one after another.

I saw a group of people coming from outside the main hall, all in cyan short coats, carrying long knives, the first person looked quite young, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing jade around his waist, and he was looking forward to life.

On the right chest of this group's robes, there is a lifelike tail pattern, as if alive swaying with the wind, overflowing with aura.

"The Heavenly Tail Holy Gate!"

Some monks were taken aback and couldn't help but shout: "It's a disciple of the Dongzhou Tianwei Holy Gate!"

Tianwei Holy Gate, a sect of alien monks, one of the seven holy places in Dongzhou!

There is a Tianwei Supreme sitting in the gate, and it is a top holy land sect with a reputation in Kyushu.

"The nobleman is here. ”

Zheng Yifan smiled and arched his hand at the man in the first place: "Brother Minghan, I haven't seen you for many days, but I'm fine." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ming Han glanced at Zheng Yifan, nodded lightly, and didn't seem to have much respect for Zheng Yifan, a young saint, but Zheng Yifan didn't care, and looked at Ming Han with a smile on his face.

Obviously, Zheng Yifan, a young saint, couldn't get into the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Land.

"Ming Han of the Heavenly Tail Holy Gate!"

When a monk heard Zheng Yifan's words, he couldn't help but shout: "Half-step saint, Tianjiao of Dongzhou Holy Land!"

"The whole sect said earlier that there would be a nobleman, could it be him!"

"Sure enough, the rumors are true, the Tianwei Supreme will send someone to take Wang Hui away in order to blackmail the Qingli Supreme!"

The surrounding monks were talking, and the expressions of the Zhongzhou monks were much more serious.

Ming Han is a person who is very famous in Dongzhou, he is the personal disciple of the Tianwei Supreme, with the blood of the ancient golden crow, and the flesh and blood are extremely strong, and it is said that he will enter the holy realm in the past few years.

"As I expected, there was a good show. ”

Ning Yuan muttered to himself, his gaze wandering between the three of them.

With the master present, Wang Hui didn't feel that he was in deep danger, but just looked at Ming Han vigilantly.

In his mind, Zheng Yifan is just a vicious person under means, and the most threatening thing is the seemingly harmless Ming Han.

"Have you seen enough?"

Ming Han's eyes fell on Wang Hui's body, looked at him, and said with a smile: "I'll take you away, go to the Tianwei Holy Gate, the Tianwei Supreme wants to see you." ”

"Don't go. ”

Wang Hui shook his head, neatly.

When it wasn't necessary, the way he spoke was always so simple and direct.

"I can't help you. ”

Ming Han smiled and glanced at Zheng Yifan: "This person will be taken away by me, as for the remuneration and congratulatory gifts, someone will send them later." ”

Ming Han's tone could not be refused, and it sounded like a high-ranking person talking to his subordinates.

"The family teacher has already explained, Brother Minghan, please take care of yourself. ”

Zheng Yifan clenched his fists, still smiling all over his face, his humble appearance made the Terran monks in the hall quite ashamed.

"In the face of the disciples of the Holy Land, he was so low-minded and betrayed the Tianjiao of the Terran Race!"

"This man is also worthy of being a young saint?

"Isn't he afraid of the anger of the Qingli Supreme!"

The voices of the few Terran monks who whispered and fought for Wang Hui fell on Zheng Yifan's ears, making him turn his head and look at it with a frown.

A strong holy power surged out, and these people turned pale, the corners of their mouths were faintly oozing blood, and their eyes were full of panic.

Kyushu is big, there are so many human races, there will always be a handful of traitors.

Ning Yuan was no stranger to this.

"Young master, do you want to let the Silent Army make a move?"

The sound of the spirit is coming.

Wang Hui is the most potential person under Ning Yuan's command and is highly valued by Ning Yuan. Miao Ling knew the young master's mind and didn't want to see Wang Hui fall.

If Wang Hui was taken to the Tianwei Holy Gate, I am afraid that it would be difficult to survive.

Ning Yuan didn't talk, just looked at the field with a smile.

On the contrary, Miao Si pulled Miao Ling's hand sleeve and whispered: "Sister, don't worry, the young master has his own plans." ”

"Let's go, you're not my opponent, don't make a mistake. ”

Ming Han glanced at Wang Hui, familiar with the ten corpses of alien monks in front of him, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth: "If I make a move, I'm afraid the legend of the Little Sword Saint will end here." ”

"I didn't know until I hit it. ”

Wang Hui pinched the sword trick in his hand, and a flame rose in his pupils, and his fighting intent was Ling Ran.

The broken sword was spinning on his side, and the half-cut sword body trembled slightly, as if he understood his master's intention to fight to the death.

"It's a nuisance. ”

Ming Han frowned, at this moment, Zheng Yifan didn't care about putting pressure on those Terran monks, dispersed the holy might, and said to Ming Han with a smile: "Brother Ming Han, this person has a strong personality and is not easy to convince him, but do you want me to help?"

Ming Han hadn't spoken yet.

A cold and pleasant voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

"The young saint of the human race in Xizhou, could it be that he also has the Golden Crow blood in his body, is he a disciple of the Tianwei Holy Gate?

The voice was very soft, but full of aura, and the monks in the main hall could clearly hear this sentence full of sarcasm.

"Who!"

Zheng Yifan frowned, turned to look at the main hall, there was still someone coming?

The door of the main hall was open, and there were all the inner disciples of the whole sect guarding the outside, most of them with blank faces.

After a few breaths.

Under the night sky outside the hall, a wisp of aura flowers floated through, blooming in the air, more than ten Terran female cultivators moved the lotus step lightly, stepped on the moonlight, fell from the sky, amazing, like a fairy in the world.

These people walked into the main hall, and everyone could see it clearly, all of them were wearing white gauze long skirts, carrying long swords, covering their faces with light veils, revealing a touch of willow eyebrows implying romance, and there was an amazing demeanor and temperament in their eyes.

The first female nun is even more amazing.

She is wearing a white gauze skirt, a light veil, a soft cigarette with blue silk around her waist, and a hairpin is gently pulled up and inserted obliquely on her black hair.

"Qingyue Tower!"

Ming Han's face suddenly sank, and Ning Yuan couldn't help but clench into a fist when he saw his palms: "I didn't expect that the Holy Maiden of Qingyue Tower would come to Xizhou in person." ”

"Holy Maiden of Qingyue Tower, Feng Qianyu!"

The Terran monks couldn't help but be overjoyed, and finally Tianjiao of the Zhongzhou Terran came out for Wang Hui.

Feng Qianyu, the contemporary saint of Qingyue Building, is famous in Kyushu.

With a hundred spirit holy body, he is the perfect Taoist companion in the minds of all monks in Kyushu, and his suitors are all over the world, but no one can fold this cold flower.

He is only twenty-five years old, but he entered the holy realm five years ago, and is known as the youngest saint in Kyushu, and he is also the contemporary head of Qingyue Tower.

"Feng Qianyu!"

Zheng Yifan was also stunned, and when he looked at Feng Qianyu, his Dao heart couldn't help but tremble.

is that he can't see the peerless face under the light veil, just a glance at her watery eyes is also fascinating.

Miao Ling looked at Feng Qianyu's beautiful eyes, a little more surprised, and said to Ning Yuan: "Young master, Sister Qianyu is here!"

"Only the young master can make Sister Qianyu worry. ”

Miao Si covered her red lips and smiled.

Ning Yuan smiled and didn't speak, his eyes fell on Feng Qianyu's shadow.

"What do you mean by the Holy Maiden?"

Zheng Yifan arched his hand, smiling.

Feng Qianyu's beautiful eyes just glanced at him lightly, and then fell on Ming Han's body: "Wang Hui, I will return to Zhongzhou with Qingyue Tower today." ”

"Tianwei Supreme wants him, you dare to stop him!"

Ming Han's face was gloomy, Zheng Yifan, a young saint, he could ignore it, but in the face of Feng Qianyu, he couldn't do it.

This woman is not only famous, but also cultivates to the heavens and the earth, known as the most potential saint in Qingyue Tower in the past 30,000 years, it is only a matter of time before she breaks through the supreme realm, and she has the hope of becoming a generation of empresses, creating miracles like the nine supremes.

Such a man of good fortune is not comparable to a young quasi-saint.

"Celestial Supreme?"

There was a faint smile on the red lips under the veil, and Feng Qianyu's tone was still calm: "If he wasn't afraid of the female venerable's sword, he should have come a long time ago, why send you here to explore the way." ”

"It was Qingli Supreme who sent you!"

Ming Han's face became even more embarrassed: "Wang Hui, it's really a disciple of Qingli Supreme!"

"His master is not a woman. ”

Feng Qianyu shook his head lightly: "It's an old man from Qingyue Tower, entrusted by the old man, no one can hurt him in front of Qingyue Tower tonight!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and they all saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

Qingyue Tower is one of the three holy places of the human race, and all the women under the door are cultivators, and the rules are strict, and they have never helped a man so much.

Who the hell is it that has such a big face, so that the holy woman of Qingyue Tower can come to save people in person!

"Wang Hui, who is your master!"

Ming Han turned around and looked at Wang Hui.

Wang Hui still has the same dead face, angry and angry: "The respect of Kyushu is my teacher." ”

"Fart! Your master can't be the emperor!"

Ming Han was furious.

"Yes, he has the posture of a great emperor. ”

Wang Hui looked at Ming Han seriously and said, "The next emperor must be my teacher." ”