Facing Ling Wuya, She You and the others, the people below could only dare not speak out.

One is a peerless genius from the small world of Moshan. He broke through to the middle stage of the innate stage in one fell swoop, less than 25 years old, and his qualifications were rare in ancient times. Many predecessors believed that he was likely to go further in the realm of Qi Transformation, surpassing the great monks of ancient times, and advancing to the Qi God.

The other is the son of the Master of the Lotus Temple Miracle Temple. His qualifications are not simple. Although they are not as dazzling as Ling Wuya, they are also a rare leader in the world. They have already broken through to the early stage of the innate stage. With the ability of the Lotus Temple, they will definitely be Ling Wuya's unparalleled enemy in the future!

The people below were all guests, so it was hard to say much. Under the arrangement of the guide, he walked towards the hall.

"Senior sister may be out, let's go!" Wei Ye watched the crowd walking towards the hall, and immediately became excited again, holding a spear in his hand and wished he could pull Nie Fan toward the hall.

Nie Fan looked at the hall, and the water was shining directly, and there was another magnificent atmosphere in the illusion. He looked at the ward industry and said, "Okay."

The two of them immediately followed the crowd and walked towards the hall.

Jiutian was invisible by Nie Fan and covered by his breath. Almost no one noticed it. At this moment, his eyes were sharp and he was watching everywhere. He did not feel any discomfort. He was in the ice and snow without feeling any cold.

At this moment, in another ice hall, Youyue looked at the old woman with a crutch with anger on her face, and said anxiously, "Master, you didn't see it with your own eyes. That Nie Fan is really too arrogant. Not only did he kill the young master of Mangshan, but he also injured Mang Wuqing. Even our law enforcement team had just been injured. He didn't take it seriously. Now he has walked in with a swagger!"

The old woman looked up at Ling Youyue and said in confusion: "Nie Fan? Is it the one who practices both with Ning'er?"

"That's right," Ling Youyue became more and more angry as she spoke. She seemed to want to dissipate all the resentment she had just at the door. She looked at the old woman and said, "Master, this Nie Fan is really bad in character and has a bad morality. She is far from worthy of our Ning'er. You should come forward to stop it quickly, otherwise the whole world will be laughing at our snow mountain!"

The old woman frowned, her expression became more and more confused, and she said, "It's impossible. Ning'er's heart is clear and her eyes are straight through the heart. Will she see the wrong person?"

"Master!" Ling Youyue's chest was undulating, as if Yang Xuening was her daughter. She was afraid that she would fall into the hands of a bad person, so she shouted to the old woman: "Can I still lie to you? I don't know how many people saw the matter at the door. Besides, this Nie Fan couldn't even deal with the law enforcement elder. How could it be difficult to deceive the simple Ning'er!"

The old woman's brows gradually frowned, and a cold look flashed in her eyes. She snorted and looked at Ling Youyue and said, "If it's really like you said, for Ning'er, the old woman will give up her face and be a villain!"

When Ling Youyue heard this, she was immediately overjoyed. The old woman in front of her was not the waste from the law enforcement hall. She didn't say that her cultivation was strong, and she just talked about her identity. Even the head of the sect had to consider it. Ling Youyue was excited, and a hint of flush appeared on her face. Then she pressed her face quickly, with a cautious look on her face and said to the old woman with a smile, "I'll be relieved if my master checks."

As soon as Nie Fan and Wei Ye approached the hall, Wei Ye couldn't wait to rush into the hall. He swept both sides and couldn't help but frown, looking a little unhappy.

Nie Fan walked in and found that Yang Xuening was not there, She You and Ling Wuya were not there, and there were some ordinary guests in the hall.

Many people recognized Nie Fan and looked at him curiously. Common sense inferred that Nie Fan was so unscrupulous at the gate of the Snow Mountain. He should escape far away at this time and dare not come in. Moreover, even if he comes in, the Snow Mountain should suppress him vigorously and not let him run around like nothing happened.

Everyone here is very thoughtful and quickly realized that this young man is probably not simple, otherwise Xueshan would not be so tolerant and helpless.

"Let's wait for senior sister to come out." Wei Ye looked at Nie Fan and said.

Nie Fan nodded, and regardless of the other people's gaze, he sat down in the seat on the side.

Wei Ye sat next to Nie Fan with a long spear in his hand.

"Your snow-capped mountains are quite big." Nie Fan looked around and saw everyone whispering, and he also turned to look at Wei Ye.

Wei Ye was tall and hummed, saying, "We have eighteen halls in the snow-capped mountains, and this place is just for guests."

Nie Fan smiled and started chatting with Wei Ye in a mess.

Although Wei Ye deliberately avoided some questions, he still gave Nie Fan a general understanding of the snow mountain. In addition, what he knew from Qin Yun before, a vague outline formed in his mind.

"You guy isn't worried?" Suddenly, the old man beside Nie Fan said with a smile to Nie Fan.

Nie Fan was stunned and turned to look at the old man, his eyes slightly condensed. He didn't know when someone had changed around him. He was secretly shocked and his expression remained unchanged. He said, "Do you dare to ask what the name of senior?"

"Haha, I'm not too lazy to talk about it," the old man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He looked at Nie Fan and said, "Do you know that the early stage of the innate stage is far from comparable to the middle stage of the innate stage, so why don't you be afraid of the beautiful wife you get? "

Nie Fan looked at this person, and his cultivation was not bottomless. He had a kind of power while talking and laughing. His thoughts were changing and he said, "Senior seems to know a lot of things for me?"

The old man smiled unabated and looked at Nie Fan with interest, saying, "The idle clouds and wild cranes naturally make trouble and wander around."

"Are you the owner of Youhe Island in the East China Sea?" Nie Fan was considering his words, and Wei Ye suddenly stretched his head and looked at the old man in a coarse cloth and asked with a hint of hesitation.

"There are still little kids who know me?" The old man looked at Wei Ye in surprise, and then smiled and said, "Old man, I haven't come out for fifty years, and there are still people who remember me..."

Wei Ye's hesitant expression immediately changed slightly, and he said with respect, "My younger generation, Wei Ye, have met the island master."

You He frowned as he listened to Wei Ye's words and said, "Your surname is Wei, who is Wei Changyong?"

"It's my father." Wei Ye straightened his body and said respectfully and carefully.

"This old and unreasonable thing has harmed some girl from another family," As soon as Wei Ye finished speaking, You He's face darkened, and he looked at Wei Ye with indignation and said, "Tell me who your mother is, I'll support you. This bastard is really getting back to life, and he's becoming more and more shameless!"

Wei Ye's face was embarrassed and his little face turned red, but he didn't know how to explain it. His father Wei Changyong had nothing wrong with him, but he couldn't walk when he saw the beauty. According to his mother, his father's son and daughter probably couldn't figure it out in the past 100 years.

"You old virgin, what qualifications do you have to say to me?" As soon as You He finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out from the side door of the hall, strode out and looked at You He coldly and said.

Nie Fan turned around and saw that this person was very ordinary, just like a mortal, with not good-looking facial features, but gave people a special feeling that was trustworthy at first glance.

When Wei Ye saw the person coming, he immediately looked angry and frowned, his little face was entangled and he didn't look at him.

Wei Changyong's voice was not too big, but it spread throughout the hall.

The Lord of Youhe Island took the wine pot on his waist as if nothing had happened, took a sip, and looked intoxicated. He turned to look at Wei Ye beside Nie Fan and said, "Little brother, don't be afraid, I will support you if there is anything, and tell me how this silver thief harmed your mother..."

boom

Before You He finished speaking, Wei Ye could no longer bear it. He grabbed the spear and rushed towards the door, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Wei Changyong's face was extremely ugly, and there was a fire in his eyes. It seemed that he would come to You He for a battle in the next second, and he would fight for life and death.

Many people in the hall had their mouths twitching, secretly making fun of themselves. After decades of not seeing each other, this island owner was still so sarcastic.

"Are you Nie Fan?" Wei Changyong was blocked by You He so much that he couldn't say it. A middle-aged man in red armor came out behind him and looked at Nie Fan coldly.

"Ye Han, deputy head of the Fire Hall!" Someone in the hall was intimidated and frowned. It was rumored that Ye Han had been in seclusion and tried to break through to the middle stage of the innate stage. Now that he has come out of seclusion, may he have already broken through?

Nie Fan listened to the discussion around him, and changed his mind slightly, stood up and looked at Ye Han and said, "Yes."

The fire flashed on Ye Han's body, but a cold feeling came to his face, and he said in a cold voice, "Did you hurt the law enforcement team?"

"Yes." Nie Fandao.

"You have the courage, do you think I dare not attack you?" Ye Han's coldness became heavier, and there was a fire on his armor spreading along the lines, making him look like a fireman.

"I never thought about this problem." Nie Fan looked calm and looked at Ye Han. There was no fluctuation in his body. He just stood brittle across from Ye Han, without any warning.

Ye Han's eyes twitched and he sneered: "Do you treat my snow mountain as the back garden? I'll let you see the anger of the snow mountain!"

After Ye Han finished speaking, he immediately stepped out and walked towards Nie Fan.

Wei Changyong had no time to stop him. He was about to speak out, but he found that You He had no idea when he appeared in front of Nie Fan and blocked Ye Han. He didn't even notice how he did it. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"You He," Ye Han's voice was filled with anger, staring at You He and said in a cold voice: "If you have enough of Xiaoyao's Day, the rest of your day will be spent in the dungeon of my Fire Hall!"

You He drank another sip of wine from the gourd, shook his body, as if he was drunk, and looked at Ye Han in front of him and said, "Hey, Xiaoye, have you learned the clone technique? Not bad, why haven't you separated yet? Hiccup, you must be lazy in practicing..."

Ye Han heard this sentence "Xiaoye" and his eyes turned cold. With a "bang" in his right hand, a red flame appeared. He stared at You He and said, "Get out of the way!"

The drunkenness on You He's drunken face disappeared immediately. Looking at Ye Han, he turned his head helplessly and looked at Nie Fan, saying, "You have seen it too. It's not that I don't protect myself, but that the opponent is too strong..."

Nie Fan heard You He's words and felt a little moved. He didn't know who he was entrusted, but he didn't have time to ask in detail and smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior."

You He nodded, took a breath, shook his head and walked towards the original seat, sighing, "Young people today don't even understand the basic etiquette. Alas, the worldly wind says, people's hearts are not old, people leave, tea is cold, paper leaves, shit smells..."

The people in the hall heard his sarcastic words, and they felt that there was nothing in front of them, and they were laughing secretly, but the next sentence couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths. What kind of metaphor is this? Just as they were about to look at Ye Han, they met Ye Han's murderous eyes swept over. They suppressed their smiles, turned around and admired the scenery of the hall.
Chapter completed!