Chapter 407

With a proud smile on his face, Gong Shen was about to leave when he got the art of wind, fire and lightning.

Ye QingHan stopped him. The war was over and it was time to leave.

"Taoist friend, can our agreement count?" asked ye QingHan.

"Nature counts! I'm in a good mood today. Maybe I can go against the sky and find what I want most. Ha ha... Let's go." Gong Shen glanced at Jiang hengchong and said to ye QingHan.

They were about to leave, but old Wu flashed and stopped ye QingHan.

"Ye Daoyou, thank you for cultivating such an elite for our family. My family always wants to see you, and I think Daoyou will give face." old Wu said bluntly.

Ye QingHan frowned. The old fox bet that he would die. Wouldn't it be the old face of the producing tribe to refuse the invitation in front of so many people? If you can become a clan elder, you must have more accomplishments than this witch elder. You are not sure to deal with the witch elder, let alone the clan elder.

The strange smell was everywhere. Everyone stood in place curiously and wanted to see how the production tribe was going to deal with ye QingHan.

The tiger baby stepped in and protected the front of Ye QingHan. He said in an unassuming manner, "Lord Wu, does the clan only summon brother ye?"

"Of course not. All the old witches from all the tribes will come. This is a special celebration banquet for you to celebrate another atavist elite in our family." old witches said and turned away.

Ye QingHan smiled at the common God and whispered, "Taoist friends go to my other hospital to wait for me. The itinerary remains the same."

With these words, ye QingHan took the tiger baby to a huge palace.

At the same time, all the old Witches of all ethnic groups stepped there, produced holy green robes and white hair, stood in the road, as ethereal as an immortal, waved and threw into the foot, showing the shadow of dragons and snakes.

Producer Que'er stood aside, looking straight at ye QingHan and looking at each other. Ye QingHan couldn't see the purpose of the celebration banquet.

Wu Lao of the eight families, together with ye QingHan and huwa, giving birth to Sheng and giving birth to Que'er, a total of 12 people,

"The birth of our family and the birth of a atavist are worthy of congratulations. We have prepared some wine and vegetables to celebrate with you." the eyes of the producer passed through the heroes, and the people bowed their heads, as if they had seen through their souls.

"Congratulations, sir, our family will be brilliant!" they bowed down and replied with one voice.

Ye QingHan looks at the old man in front of him. His blood rushes and he is very restless. This feeling is like that ye Huang wants to control other people's real yuan. He can't resist at all.

With his eyes full of wisdom and the vicissitudes of years, he took a deep look at ye QingHan, nodded slightly, and led the people into the hall. The table in the hall was filled with wine and vegetable lingguo and eight treasures of medicine, which was extremely luxurious.

A person has a small table without chairs. There is a futon under the table, which can be occupied and sat.

"Tiger baby, you and ye QingHan sit in front." the production Saint sits on the throne, like an emperor facing the Dynasty and overlooking all living beings. There is only command but no discussion between words.

Ye QingHan and huwa sat on the right, sat in the first place and bowed deeply.

"Sit." with a big hand waving, the production Saint looked down at all living beings. Everyone sat on the futon involuntarily, and even ye QingHan couldn't resist.

Ye QingHan was surprised and sat down on the ground with a shock in his heart. "He is so powerful that I can't resist when waving. His strength can definitely compare with half the strength of the great emperor in the peak era!"

Childbirth Que'er never raised his head to look at ye QingHan again. He just lowered his head to drink and didn't squint.

Ye QingHan is not sure what the producer wants to do, but he is nervous, but he can't force him to go. The producer in front of him can't compete, not to mention there are so many witches around.

"Ye QingHan, I heard that you are from outside the ancestral star, right?" the producer asked with a smile.

Ye QingHan bowed slightly, hugged his fist and replied, "senior, I accidentally broke into here. Please forgive me."

"You can't get in and out here. It means it's fate that you can come in. I wonder if you can stay here and make a lasting friendship with my que son?" producer Sheng asked faintly.

They were surprised. Now they realized that this was not a celebration banquet at all, but a Hongmen banquet for ye QingHan.

Huwa didn't understand. When she heard that ye QingHan could stay and tie the knot with birth Que'er, she was very happy and looked forward to ye QingHan's nod.

Production Que'er finally looked up at ye QingHan, with some expectations in his eyes. Maybe ye QingHan might figure it out under the pressure of production saint.

Ye QingHan frowned and still refused. There is no room for discussion. Although the crisis in the endless universe has been completely solved, the forbidden area is not eliminated, and the crazy sect is difficult to establish. It is difficult for the outside Ye Huang, Stan Wuxie and everyone of the crazy sect to rest assured.

The producer was straightforward and said directly, "since I don't want to, I won't embarrass you. Today I mainly celebrate for the tiger baby. From today on, you are the closed disciple of my producer. I hope you can inherit the mantle, inherit and restore the glory of our Witch family."

Ye QingHan couldn't help breathing out a turbid breath. At the moment, he was really afraid that the production Saint would force him to stay and marry the production que son, but he had a sense of vigilance in his heart.

"Come and give wine. Today, everyone will not be drunk." the voice of the vicissitudes of life sounded in the hall. A group of witches jumped in. They dressed very boldly, bare, chest, dew and milk. Their slender legs were covered with vines. One seat was divided to pour wine for everyone.

Ye QingHan's fine awn twinkled, picked up a glass of wine and shook it gently. God's consciousness wrapped every drop of wine. He didn't find any problem, so he drank a glass at ease.

They talked about the great road and the endless universe. They also talked about the archaic years. Ye QingHan learned countless secrets. He yearned more for the past era. He could live in the era before archaic times, which was an era of heroes competing for hegemony. When the great emperor was young, he didn't dare to say that he could push horizontally all the way, even if it was only at the same level!

After three rounds of wine, with a wave of the master's hand, a wine cup flew to ye QingHan.

"Ye QingHan, you have cultivated a tiger baby. I'm very grateful. I'll give you a toast in person." producer raised his glass and said.

The wine glass stands in front of Ye QingHan in the air, within reach. Ye QingHan reaches out to take the wine glass, and there is no emotion in his eyes. God's consciousness probes into it again, and still doesn't find anything, but he has some vigilance in his heart.

"Tiger baby, congratulations on your return to your ancestors. I don't ask you to preach, but I ask you to carry forward the glory of the witch family. Everything should be centered on the witch family, okay?" said the producer with dignity.

"Yes, old man." huwa raised her glass respectfully, without any doubt.

"Taoist friend ye QingHan is your benefactor. You also raise a glass to him." producer said faintly.

Huwa looked respectfully at ye QingHan, and her eyes were full of gratitude. If it weren't for ye QingHan, there wouldn't be today's huwa!

"Brother ye, I'll give you a toast!" huwa raised her glass and looked at ye QingHan respectfully.

Ye QingHan smiled at the corners of his mouth. He knew that there must be a problem with this glass of wine, but he couldn't see where the problem was. The old fox, Chuansheng, offered a toast himself, and then took the tiger baby. He was extremely treacherous, so that he could understand that even if there was a problem with the wine, he had to drink it. Otherwise, in front of so many people, he would beat the old clan's face and don't give face to his disciples, It is tantamount to putting yourself in a situation of disrespect for the elderly.

"Poison? Witchcraft is really powerful. I can't find any problem." ye QingHan flashed a different color in his eyes. Looking at her, he found that she was also looking at herself. There was a strong reluctance in her eyes. She clenched her powder fist tightly, and couldn't help sighing in her heart.

Raise your glass and raise your!

Ye QingHan has no choice. As long as there is no conclusive evidence, he can only drink this glass of wine.

"Thank you for your generous gift. As for tiger baby, it's his own credit. It has nothing to do with me. The boy is ashamed of it..." ye QingHan said in a voice, "but the elder dare not quit. I respect this glass of wine."

Ye QingHan drank it up. As soon as the wine entered his stomach, the five elements rushed madly and wrapped it. The vast Zhenyuan formed a defense and dared not let him touch anything.

Hum

At the moment when Zhenyuan was close to the wine, ye QingHan's face suddenly changed, because the love heart cup insect ate Zhenyuan and swallowed all the energy in the world.

"Sleeping trough, master, what did you eat? What the hell is in your blood?" the parrot was awakened and shouted in the sea.

"I don't know..." ye QingHan's face was gloomy. He took the initiative to disperse Zhenyuan and let the heart cup insects devour Zhenyuan wantonly.

"Ye Daoyou is very drunk. It seems that you are drunk. Let's go." producer said faintly.

They saw some eyebrows, a faint smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, and retreated in turn.

Huwa still doesn't understand that ye QingHan is poisoned by the love heart cup. He is about to pull ye QingHan away, but he is scolded by the producer.

"Tiger baby, today I want to exchange my cultivation experience with ye Daoyou. Go back first. Come to me tomorrow and I'll teach you some witchcraft." the producer ordered.

Huwa hesitated and couldn't help looking at ye QingHan.

Ye QingHan didn't want to implicate the lengtouqing. He waved and said, "go back first."

Ye QingHan's will won't be a little disobedient here, and huwa retreated without hesitation.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of producer Sheng. Ye QingHan could affect a person too much. How long did tiger baby know him? Now he did not hesitate to execute his orders, but refused his orders!

The hall was empty, leaving only the production saint and the production Que'er. Ye QingHan felt that the emotional heart cup insects in his body were raging and entrenched in the Dantian. He could neither forcibly kill nor expel them. He couldn't help laughing and saying, "hahaha, that's how the witch clan treats its guests?"

Production Que'er's face was pale and he lowered his head in shame.

Producer Sheng asked calmly, "what is a guest? It's a thief to come uninvited. Don't Taoist friends understand?"

"It's just an unintentional intrusion. If you don't welcome me, I'll leave now. Why poison? The witch family is not afraid to lose the face of their ancestors after doing such shameful things?" ye Qingleng asked in a cold voice.

"This is not a poison, but a love heart cup worm, which is the treasure left by the ancestors..." producer Sheng looked at ye QingHan coldly and said, "I gave you a chance to stay here at ease. Unfortunately, your heart is restless and you don't want to stay."

Love heart cup bug!

Ye QingHan doesn't know what this is, but the parrot always knows. All the parrot's memories flock to ye QingHan, making him look like death.