Chapter 533

"Or you!"

The mysterious woman cherry lips, known as the Witch of blood, light up. The bright red cherry lips make people have a desire to kiss hard and wantonly show off their power. However, there are not a few people who have this idea, but few really have this courage.

Although flowers are good, they should also have this life to enjoy.

The thin claws of the grey robed old man were in front of Ye Vatican. The real Qi was put out, and the glittering vigorous Qi was clearly stretched out and turned into a form like fire, flashing constantly.

The bright red long hair fluttered slightly and continued to expand, while the other party's vigorous Qi was in front of him. The grey robed old man believed that with his own strength, as long as his true Qi was sent gently, the young man in front of him would definitely lose his head in an instant.

But he could not move, nor dared to move, because the mysterious woman had stopped herself.

It seems that Xueyu didn't care about all this. Although she didn't know how much the grey robed old man had reached with her strength, what she knew most was that ye Fantian was invincible in her heart!

Fuber slowly held his right hand on the handle behind him. The next moment, if something was wrong, he didn't mind cutting the gray robe!

The cold of gang Qi seemed to twinkle on his face, but ye Fantian didn't care. If he wanted, he had more than a hundred ways to avoid it.

"Yes... I didn't expect to face it again so soon."

Ye Fantian gently stroked his chin and said.

"Do you know?"

The cold in the beautiful eyes seemed to be slightly warm after seeing ye Fantian. Although the voice was still cold, ye Fantian was sensitive to the changes of the other party.

"No!"

But soon Ye Fantian smiled and said:

"But it's not good to kill too many people. If people who practice martial arts are too stained with blood, they are likely to go astray."

"Evil?"

The mysterious woman wearing the mask didn't see much change, but the three old men in grey robes changed their faces in front of Ye Fantian and around the woman.

Evil!

Also known as Shura road!

This is the most severe experience in the cultivation of martial arts. The condition for its formation is that after the great change of mind, the strong pressure caused the mind to completely lose control, and finally turned into an unspeakable Shura, a terrible machine with a human body but no human emotion.

This is what most martial arts practitioners don't want to experience, but the emergence of evil ways only exists in those senior sects and families. Ordinary people don't know the real meaning of this term at all.

"Are you worried about me?"

The cherry lips of the Witch of blood opened gently. Even though it was far away, ye Fantian could still feel the soft arc, as if it were the bloom of two petals, and the aroma that made him unable to help but start to move.

"I'm just telling a fact. I think you can see that this unlucky guy is not a deliberately fault finder at all. Since his men are dead, how about giving up?"

"Lord!"

The killing machine flashed in the eyes of the old man in gray robe in front.

"Forget it, since someone pleads, it's OK this time."

The surprised look flashed quickly from the faces of the three people. The blood witch was their patriarch and had been with her for so long. The blood witch never needed to consider other people's opinions, but now she would recognize the idea of a stranger and a man, although it was only a small matter, But it's still terrible.

"Thank you very much."

Ye Fantian said with a smile, and then turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

The Witch of blood suddenly shouted.

"Anything else?"

Ye Fantian really can't feel bad about this woman who is cruel but gives herself an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Have we met?"

This is still the problem, but ye Fantian thought for a long time, but he still didn't find the memory of the other party in his own memory, so he smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't think so. We just met on this dragon whale Gold ship."

Looking at Ye Fantian's disappearing figure, an old man in grey robe couldn't help but flash a crazy killing intention:

"Patriarch, your" demon God Heavenly King formula "is to stop killing and nourish the spirit with blood. If there is a pause, the cultivation will stagnate. This person might as well let the old slave go..."

"Shut up..."

The Witch of blood suddenly shouted in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

With the gentle movement of the jade hand, the Witch of blood looked at Ye Fantian's figure, and Dai Mei frowned slightly, but her beautiful eyes showed a look of interest:

"I don't need you to teach me about my concubine. I have a sense of propriety. No one is allowed to move this man, okay?"

A glittering blood red vortex flickered slowly in the space, and the next moment easily hanged a hundred meter big fish on the distant sea.

"Blood gas release... Has it reached this level!?"

The faces of the grey robed elders changed together, but the next moment they couldn't refuse each other's orders and shouted in unison:

"Yes!"

But just when the four talked to each other, a pair of eyes full of resentment, envy and abuse glittered in the dark:

"Witch of blood... You are mine, you are mine. You have ripples in your cold heart. I won't allow it... That man... You're dead!"

"Thank you for your help!"

The young prince hasn't sobered up from the terrible smell just now, but when he saw that ye Fantian wanted to leave without looking back, he couldn't help catching up.

"I'm not just trying to save you, I just feel that you're more interested in me, and it's better to find a better man in the future. It's better not to be a troublemaker like that."

The young prince nodded at the old man, smiled and said:

"If you can, why don't we talk while eating?"

Looking at the bloody rain Ye Fantian who was playing with Fubo, he found that he seemed to be a little hungry, so he didn't refuse and nodded gently.

Soon a table full of food was ready.

"I didn't expect that Brahma was only 17 years old. It can be seen that Brahma's strength has reached a good level."

In the middle of mutual communication, Brahma and the little prince named RongZi son-in-law became familiar with each other gradually.

"It's just a coincidence. Your level has reached the samurai level. If you reach this level at the age of 21, I think you need to pay a high price, and your qualification is quite terrible."

"Ha ha... What can I do if I have good qualifications? It's hard to say if I can become a martial arts practitioner without the help and guidance of an Lao. I've always hidden my strength. Only in this way can I survive better. But now, even if I deliberately want to cover up, I still have no way to avoid the disgust of others Evil. "

"Young prince, you are still too kind. Your kindness is not a commendation, but a derogation. Relatively speaking, growing up in the imperial family, what you need is to start to become fully powerful. According to common sense, the prince's sons and grandchildren are all high-ranking identities. Both civilians and martial arts practitioners should bow down to them, but you are rejected A little martial arts cultivation wantonly suppresses, which is a little cowardly. "

Ye Fantian slowly tasted the wine in his hand and said faintly.

For ye Fantian, although he is young, what he has experienced, coupled with the inheritance and memory in his mind, what he sees about the struggle of emperors is too much and too bad.

So I saw the key at a glance.

"I had no idea of competing for the throne. So Brahma's words are too absolute."

Rong's son-in-law said with a bitter smile.

"Fighting or not fighting is not what you and I want. It's about the will of heaven. If the will of heaven wants you to fight, you can't avoid the past. For example, you can't avoid the past. Now, you look at your current level and blindly tolerate it, but it may bring more harm to the other party. It's not only harm to you, but also harm to the people around you."

While talking, RongZi's son-in-law's face began to change really, and he looked at the old man in his eyes.

"No, no, no... don't think so, young prince. Lord Ye, the old slave is just a person who pays off the debt. He doesn't need to take so many into account."

RongZi's bitter smile became more and more obvious:

"Brahma, you don't understand. My mother is an ordinary palace maid, and my appearance is just an accident. In addition to my mother, there are only my relatives and most trusted people. Even my father and Emperor dislike me very much. Although I have royal blood, I'm not very popular. This is not my decision , my eldest brother, ha ha... His mother is the daughter of the prime minister in Rongtian Kingdom, and his brother holds the military power. The former has the support of important officials in the court, and the latter holds the military power of the country. What do you think I can compare with my eldest brother? I just hope to have a safe past in my life, and I don't care about anything else. "

Brush!

A jade like finger quickly stood up from ye Fantian's hand.

"You're wrong! These are actually just appearances. You have to grasp the core of things."

Ye Fantian pointed out that it is precisely for this reason that ye Fantian, the son-in-law of Rong, is more pleasing to each other. Moreover, he has the identity of the Lord of the demon palace. If he wants to develop his demon palace more strongly, allies are essential. Rong Tian is a big country, which is more powerful than Dafeng Dynasty. Once he gets their help, The demon palace will reduce a lot of trouble in the future.