Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Six

The night is dark, the stars are shining in the light clouds, the evening wind is blowing the leaves quietly, and the waves are gently beating the coast. If there is no scene of landslides and ground cracks on the top of the island, this must be a quiet and warm place. night.

At this moment, the top of the mountain was deserted, and the center of the bustling island was brightly lit.

There stands the most magnificent and lavish villa on the island. Its style inherits the essence of the ancient architecture of Huaguo. .

This villa dimmed all the lights on the island, even the stars. It is obviously a symbol of status and power, and it is the unique pinnacle of Huaguo martial arts world.

Ye Tian sat on the black walnut zen armchair in the living room of the villa. He looked calm and indifferent to the common people, as if the war that almost destroyed the island just now had nothing to do with him.

His subordinates are Ba Shengjie, Yang Qisheng, Tang Qianyi, and there are more than 20 people waiting on him.

They trembled all over, thinking of the world-shattering war just now, another dimension that appeared, all of which subverted their cognition, and these miracles were just smashed by a sword in front of this indifferent young man.

Thinking of all of this, they were both excited and frightened, almost unable to stand upright.

However, Ye Tian in front of him was just sipping the tea calmly, sip after sip, calmly making people want to roar.

"Damn, how can this look like a young man!"

"Ye Tianzun is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has such a heart-stopping bearing. This kind of courage to rule the world is no different from people who have experienced hundreds of thousands of vicissitudes."

Everyone felt that Ye Tian couldn't see through Ye Tian anymore. Every time they thought of this harmless young man sitting there, he actually killed Lin Yingnan with a single sword, and cut through the space into a cloud of smoke. Trembling, there was an expression of admiration on his face, almost kneeling on the ground, Ba Shengjie even murmured: "Ye Tianzun is the one who leads the transformation of Huaguo."

"You are a divine dragon in the martial arts world of my country."

Thinking of this, he was so excited that he burst into tears. He couldn't control his emotions for a while, and bowed to Ye Tian: "Ye Tianzun, you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. I have felt the omen, and I will regard you as my best friend." Lord, help you move forward, and I will die for every command you make."

The solemn thing he said was like an inviolable ceremony.

Ye Tian swallowed the Dahongpao lightly, waved his hands and said, "Master Ba, you are too serious." He pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down, all of you."

Everyone hurriedly bent their waists to ninety degrees, shook their heads in fear and reverence, and didn't even dare to say anything, because they felt that they were not qualified to sit down in front of Ye Tian.

Witch Master Ba was even more flattered, and wrinkled his face: "Ye Tianzun, please don't call me Witch Master Ba again. I can't afford it. It's more appropriate to be called Old Slave Ba Shengjie."

"Old slave?"

If other people heard that Ba Wuzhu wanted others to call him an old slave, they would definitely think it was the biggest joke in the world, but none of the people present felt that something was wrong.

Ye Tian gave a wry smile unexpectedly, objected to his proposal, and said, "I'll call you Balao."

"Yes!" Ba Shengjie didn't dare to disobey his order. After agreeing, he thought in his heart, as long as I call you Lord, as for you, I'd better do whatever you like. At this time, Ye Tian said again: "How is Master Tang?"

Tang Qianyi's eyes were red and swollen, her face was haggard, and she sobbed, "I will settle in the bedroom, with your Shouyuan Pill, at least my life will be saved."

"But……"

Thinking of her father's miserable appearance, she couldn't help sobbing again.

Ba Shengjie said hastily: "If Ye Tianzun didn't hang Master Tang's life, I might have nothing to do."

"But now things have turned around."

"In Sichuan, there are many capable people and strange men. Some witchcraft techniques can't be explained by medical science. They are miraculous. Give me a month, and I promise to give you back a alive and kicking father."

Tang Qian couldn't help but burst into tears, she was about to kneel down, and was lifted up by Ba Shengjie, she kept thanking her, but Ba Shengjie said: "After that, my old man Everything, according to Ye Tianzun's order, you want to thank Ye Tianzun."

Tang Qianyi looked at Ye Tian with beautiful eyes, grievance and excitement, admiration and joy rushed in her heart, and she actually had the urge to fall into Ye Tian's arms. The man in front of her was just as she imagined, a hero of the world.

"Ye Tian, ​​I... everything about me, just... just rely on your words." She blushed, and said such words in public, biting her lips nervously and looking at Ye Tian after speaking.

Ba Shengjie laughed loudly, and said with a pun: "Haha, we will be family from now on!"

After hearing this, Ye Tian didn't dare to agree, but he said a few words of consolation, quickly changed the subject, and said to Ba Shengjie: "It's not too late, go and invite capable people from Sichuan overnight to treat Master Tang."

Naturally, Ye Tian also has a way to reshape and regenerate, but it is not something Tang Zhenyue can bear. Since Ba Shengjie is 100% sure, he is not willing to take this risk.

Ba Shengjie clasped his hands and replied, "I have already contacted the ship just now."

Ye Tian then took out five bright white Shouyuan Pills, thinking that they would definitely be enough, and said: "By the way, send someone to send these five pills to Jing Jinzhong's family."

...

On the second day, the sun was shining brightly, there was no wind, and the sea was calm, as calm as a blue mirror.

The huge auction hall, the beautiful arrangement on the auction stage, gorgeous background spray painting, eye-catching colored lights, colorful flower and vine decorations and bouquets, looks more like a grand and beautiful stage at the moment.

In the auction house, thousands of people had already gathered, and they were automatically divided into two rows. This time, they came here differently than last time. They were going to participate in the invitation meeting where Tang Qianyi was officially promoted to the master of the Eight Diagrams Sect.

"Why hasn't Ye Tianzun come yet?"

Many people stretched their necks like giraffes, looking at the door eagerly, and when the name was mentioned, they all showed respectful expressions.

"Why are you in a hurry? Ye Tianzun still has to follow your time!"

The man's legs went limp when he heard this, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, and he retorted as if he stuttered: "I...what do you mean, I...I..."

The purpose of their coming today is to observe the change of the head of the Bagua Sect, but the real purpose is for Ye Tian.

In the corner of the hall, there were Luo Zhenren, Yi Yuanzong and others who were tied up and knelt there. They all looked ashen and defeated, as if mourning.

A moment later, Tang Qian also walked in accompanied by a group of elders from the Eight Diagrams Sect.

She is wearing a golden elegant long-sleeved tulle dress, coupled with her beautiful face and almost perfect graceful figure, giving people a beautiful and unreal feeling, really like a fairy descending from the sky.

Seeing her, everyone bowed down in unison, bowed their heads together, and raised their voices, as if fighting for a bright voice: "Master Tang!"

Everyone doesn't know that this woman who may be Ye Tianzun in the future, it's too late for them to respect, let alone the respect of the sect master, even the sect leader has never enjoyed such treatment.

At this moment, the sound of "da da da" footsteps sounded outside the door, and everyone looked up, but saw a figure broke into their eyes and into their hearts.

The man walked neither fast nor slow, but it seemed that every foot was on the hearts of everyone, and the hearts beat with his steps.

He was traveling like a king. Wherever he passed, everyone knelt on one knee subconsciously, and in the whole field, everyone prostrated lowly at his feet.

He stood there calmly, standing at the top of the mountain, looking down at the small mountains, as if he was the king of the world.