Chapter 1027

"Get out of China!"

The voices of heaven and earth rang out in groups. The three ancient martial sects shouted loudly. Ye Han is a mole ant for the Holy Land Kunlun, and the other party can wave away. However, for these ancient martial sects, ye Han is a cancer that can not be underestimated. If he does not die, they will never have peace.

Therefore, at present, the nine night sage let Ye Han get out of China and never return. Although this is not a good ending for the three ancient martial sects, ye Han's cancer has been eliminated for them for the time being.

Ye Han's eyes swept one by one from these people, and finally fell on the void, the nine night saint who looked down on him. He seemed to want to engrave all these people in his mind, forever!

On the void, the nine night sage's eyes looked straight at Ye Han. He wouldn't look at this humble mole ant at all. Would anyone surpass him in the world? Therefore, he gave Ye Han a chance to live, but he gave it to Ye Han. He wanted each other's life and could get it at any time.

Looking at the young man holding the dead madman on the challenge arena, the Ji family has suffered heavy losses for him. The three pillars are death, abolition and slavery!

The end is miserable!

Above the void, the sloppy old Taoist looked at Ji Yanhuang, who had been lowering his head. He smiled calmly, walked out, looked directly at the nine night sage and said; "I don't know if there's any place for me in the Holy Land Kunlun? My old man is old. There's always someone to accompany him."

"You also want to give me the Holy Land Kunlun as a slave." the Ninth Night Saint smiled coldly; "Well, then you two can keep company and become my Kunlun slave. You can't go down Kunlun Mountain forever."

"Thank you, saint!" the sloppy old man bowed slightly and walked quietly to Ji Yanhuang's side.

"Brother Xiao, why are you doing this?" Ji Yanhuang looked sad.

"Old man, I'll stay with you. If you want him to grow up completely, you have to break all his back roads. He can't always put his hope on us." the sloppy old Taoist sighed. He looked at the challenge arena and watched his own Ye Han; "Child, you can only rely on yourself in the future!"

"Old Taoist priest!" Ye Han clenched his fist and his eyes turned red. At present, there is no umbrella he can rely on!

"Although he has experienced pain and suffering, the little guy has survived!" nun Wui breathed a long sigh of relief. There is still a chance to live. Once he lost his life, there will be nothing.

Hua Qiu nodded and said; "His father died, his uncle was abolished and his Lord was a slave. I hope after these things, he can grow faster and rely on others all the time. His potential can't be brought into full play after all."

"From now on, the saint will tell the world that if anyone dares to be an enemy of our Kunlun Mountain, the Ji family will be his end." at the moment, the eagle like eyes of the Ninth Night Saint slowly sweep over everyone in this world. Those eyes are so sharp that everyone in this world dare not look at them.

The nine night sage was very satisfied with this effect. Immediately, with a wave of his snow-white long sleeve, the breath like a king slowly converged between heaven and earth, and the void went away. Behind him, the four venerable men followed, while Ji Yanhuang and the sloppy old Taoist followed them with their heads bowed and a servant's appearance.

In an instant, the people in the void disappeared, and the whole world fell into silence.

On the challenge arena, ye Han slowly stood up with the madman in his arms. His sad cheeks were filled with terrible coldness. He stepped down the challenge arena and walked towards the foot of Qilian Mountain in the eyes of the people. All his eyes could only look at his back. The young man's back was thin and tall. He gradually traveled away with hatred and humiliation.

This time, he will leave his hometown, leave his hometown, and embark on a more difficult journey without any strong support!

Behind him, followed by a group of people, silent.

………

"Child, you have to be strong. You can live. This opportunity is hard won!" at the foot of Qilian Mountain, Ji Jiuqian is supported by Hua Lengyue. At present, he has become an ordinary person. In addition to walking, eating and sleeping, all the strength he had before has disappeared!

"Uncle, where are you going?" Ye Han asked, looking up at the sky.

"I want to go back to the Ji family. My father went to Kunlun mountain. The Ji family can't have no one to preside over the overall situation. What's more, I want to take my eldest brother back for burial. That's where he finally belongs." Ji Jiuqian's eyes were filled with tears.

"Second Lord, we'll go back with you." Ji Po Tian said in a deep voice.

"No." Ji Jiuqian shook his head and said; "You follow him and go abroad. You have limited growth in the Ji family. I hope you can stand alone when you come back in the future."

Hearing Ji Jiuqian's words, Ji Botian and Ji Diewu nodded silently. All the pillars of the Ji family are gone. Will the future Ji family go to extinction or soar forward? Only in the hands of their younger generation.

"Ye Han, give me the madman brother. I'll take him back to the Ji family. You don't want your mother to see him now, do you?"

"God of the army, when appropriate, I will tell you what the secret grandpa didn't say."

"OK, I'll wait for you."

Watching Ji Jiuqian, Hua Lengyue and Junshen leave with a madman, ye Han has a sense of sadness in his heart. Can his mother withstand the blow?

"Boy, I'm sorry to change." the sword God patted Ye Han on the shoulder and sighed; "In the future, you may really have to go by yourself. Whether you can make a comeback at the foot of Kunlun Mountain depends on yourself!"

"Sword God, where are you going?" Ye Han whispered.

"The living should always do something for the dead!" the sword God looked up at the sky and said; "Madman Ji is famous all over the world. Now that he is gone, my friend can't do nothing. From today on, I will pursue Huangfu Qitian until you become as strong as him. This is the only thing I can do for him and for you."

After that, the sword God left and disappeared in this heaven and earth.

"The living must do something for the dead!" whispered Ye Han. His fist slowly clenched up. He, the living, must avenge the dead and get everything back.

"Let's go back to East China!"

The party gradually went away. In China, he had only three days. What he should do must be done in these three days.