The three envoys of Fengyun and Moon are respectively the Flowing Cloud, the Miaofeng and the Bright Moon. The three envoys of the General Secretary of the Persian Ming Cult.

Ye Xuan led Yang Xiao, Zhu Yuanzhang and others to the Guangmingding to meet these three arrogant guys.

When Ye Xuan saw the Three Envoys of Fengyun and Yue, he was also surprised. The main reason was that they were Persians, their appearance was quite different from those of the Central Plains. This made Ye Xuan, who had seen many people in the Central Plains recently, suddenly surprised to see Wei Guoren.

Fortunately, as a person in the modern world, in the era of Internet informatization, these are just strange people, even the Filipino monkey Ye Xuan is not uncommon.

Ye Xuan looked at the three envoys of Fengyun and Moon with his face. Among them, Liuyun and Miaofeng were both men. The Liuyun were the tallest, with a curly beard and green eyes, while the Miaofeng had a yellow beard and eagle nose. As for the Huiyue, he was a woman with black hair, no difference from Chinese, but his eyes were light and colorless, and his face was shaped like a melon-shaped face. He was about thirty years old and looked as beautiful as a flower.

Ye Xuan was looking at them, but he didn't know that the Three Envoys of Fengyun and Yue were also quietly looking at Ye Xuan as soon as Ye Xuan and others entered the door. And when they looked at Ye Xuan's face, their expressions were very strange.

"Are you all the envoys of the Persian arch-cultivation? I wonder if you come to Central Plains to have a kid again?"

Although he was very upset about the Fengyun Yue San, Ye Xuan asked very politely. After all, the Ming Cult originated in Persia and he is the leader of the Ming Cult today, so he still has to give the other party some face.

"We are the envoys of the Persian Ming Cult. This time we came to the Central Plains mainly to capture the apostate purple-shirted dragon king Daiqisi. She violated the canon rules and should respond to the Persian Prime Minister's punishment of burning fire."

"But when we came to the Central Plains this time, we heard that there is a living Mingzun in the Central Plains, so let's take a look. After all, Mingzun is my Mingzun. Maybe someone is pretending to be a god or a ghost, and maybe even deceive the world."

Fengyun Yuesan said in their weird tone, especially when he spoke in the last few sentences, his tone began to become a little unkind.

"Oh? Then I don't know, do you think I, the Living Mingzun, are real or fake?"

When Ye Xuan heard that Fengyun Yue San's envoy suspected his identity as the living Mingwang, he also looked at them with a playful look on his face.

Although I did pretend to be the Ming King of the Ming Cult, and I finally became the leader of the Ming Cult by pulling this banner, so what? I said I was, who dares to say I was, and no one testified anyway.

Fengyun Yuesan stared at Ye Xuan with his eyes tightly, and they all frowned. In the end, Huiyuesan, the only woman among them, stood up and said to Ye Xuan with a respectful look:

"To be honest, the three of us first arrived in the Central Plains and heard that a living Ming King appeared in the Central Plains and became the leader of the Ming Cult. We originally did not believe it. After all, this was too weird. As the envoy of the Ming Cult, we would never tolerate someone who dared to pretend to be the belief of our Ming Cult. Therefore, we came to Guangmingding to verify this to expose the lie of the living Ming King."

"But when we saw your face, we began to hesitate again. It was because you looked too similar to the Ming Zun in the portrait of the Ming King presented by our Persian Archdesman."

Finally, Liuyun Envoy and Miaofeng Envoy also stood up and looked at Ye Xuan with a suspicion, as if they wanted to see through Ye Xuan.

"What? Looks very similar to me."

Ye Xuan looked like a ghost. Ye Xuan made an excuse to make everyone in the Ming Cult believe in him. How could it be so coincidental that he was very similar to him?

"Are you mistaken? How could I look very similar to Ming Zun?"

Ye Xuan looked at Fengyun Yuesan with a distressed look on his face and said in confusion.

"It is impossible. As the envoys of the archivist, we pray to Mingzun every day, so how could we admit our mistakes? And you do look exactly the same as the person in the Mingzun portrait in my Persian General, and it is carved out from the same mold.

"Wait! My head hurts, and it's starting to get a little messy now."

After hearing the words of Fengyunyue Sanshi, Ye Xuan clearly felt that his head was not enough. King Ming was a person from hundreds of years ago. How could he look like him? If he hadn't seen Fengyunyue's serious expression on his face, Ye Xuan would almost think that they were cheating him.

"It's strange, young master, you are Ming Zun alive. You told me in person. Moreover, Ming Zun's name is Ye Xuan, and you are also Ye Xuan. Why are you not admitting it now?"

When Xiao Zhao heard Ye Xuan, he said with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't know that Xiao Zhao's words caused a storm in Ye Xuan's heart, and he looked at Xiao Zhao with horror.

"What did you say? Mingjiao Mingzun's name is Ye Xuan?"

After hearing Xiao Zhao's words, Ye Xuan asked in horror with a bolt from the blue.

"Yes, except for the very few senior leaders of the Persian Ming Cult, no one knows Ming Zun's real name. I am qualified to know because my mother is a saint of the Persian Ming Cult. This is why when you were in the Holy Land of Ming Cult, you said that your name is Ye Xuan, I called you Ming Zun in the world."

"How is this possible?"

"Mingzun actually looks very similar to me, and he also has the same name and surname as me. What's going on?"

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, looking confused.

"Yes, the real name of Mingzun of Ming Cult is Ye Xuan. This is also recorded in the secret book of my Ming Cult. It is said that Mingzun of Ming Cult is a descendant of the Xianbei tribe. It was also a famous existence hundreds of years ago. His martial arts skills were the best in the world, and his strength was like an immortal god. He once splitted mountains and seas in half with one sword, and could fly to the sky and escape from the earth and do everything."

The Three Envoys of Fengyun Yue nodded and said, and then wrote down some of the records he knew about Mingzun one by one.

"You are talking about myths, aren't you?"

Ye Xuan said with a broken face, please, this is a martial arts plane, how could there be someone else who can fly to the sky and escape? He can even split the mountains and seas with one sword? He is probably no longer a human being.

"If you don't believe it, the Holy Fire Order in our three people will record a martial art and a language created by our Mingzun. Even our Persian priest has only cracked a few words over the years. If you are the Ming King in the World, you should know it."

As he said that, the three envoys of Fengyun Yue handed the exorcist Holy Fire Order in his hand to Ye Xuan, and then looked at Ye Xuan with anticipation.

This Holy Fire Order is a sacred object of the Persian Ming Cult.

It is made of mixed platinum black iron and emery, with a hard texture, a total of six pieces.

When Ye Xuan took over the Exorcist Holy Fire Order, he saw that the front of the Holy Fire Order indeed recorded a martial art recorded in Persian.

It’s still the Persian language that Ye Xuan learned from Xiao Zhao during this period.

However, when Ye Xuan turned the Holy Fire Order over, he looked at the words on it, and suddenly exclaimed and couldn't help but shout:
Chapter completed!