Chapter 730

Only Zhao Yuande is qualified to be my master.

Zhu Luan is even more happy with little stars in her eyes.

She has made rapid progress since she was inherited by the God of fire. She has a faint feeling of breaking through the realm of the emperor, and her combat effectiveness is even more powerful.

She is afraid that if she continues like this, she will surpass Zhao Yuande sooner or later. She is worried that if she is stronger than Zhao Yuande, will the other party feel uncomfortable? Now it seems that there is no such concern. Zhao Yuande's combat effectiveness is at least comparable to that of the early days of the emperor.

In fact, the most shocking thing is Heifeng and Yijie. The three of them basically grew up together, but they didn't expect that they couldn't catch up with Zhao Yuande's combat effectiveness after such a little time.

"Bald, give me a slap!" Heifeng grabbed a ring.

"Huh?"

"I'll see if I'm dreaming!" said Heifeng impatiently.

"You let me fight!" Yijie said.

"Long winded!"

"Pa!"

One ring and one slap turned the black fan two circles.

"Ow! It hurts! It fucking hurts! It's true, it's not a dream!" Heifeng covered his cheeks, felt some loose teeth in his mouth, and roared at Yijie, "Yijie, why are you so cruel? I'll fight with you!"

"Don't come here! You asked me to fight!" Yijie retreated directly to Zhao Yuande. "Brother Zhao, you have a fair word!"

At this time, Zhao Yuande didn't have the time to help them solve the case. Several waves of people came down the stairs. Finally, the three people had a strong breath. Unexpectedly, they were all strong men of the divine emperor.

Seeing the last three people, the white haired old monk turned white and bowed his head as if he had done something wrong. He obediently came to the three people.

"Well, Zhenghai! A middle-aged monk standing on the left looked peaceful and waved to the white haired old monk to show him to step back.

"Martial uncle!" Zhenghai's face turned red. He stood where he was and refused to leave. He begged in a low voice, "are we being bullied in Minghui Zen hall?"

"Shut up! If you are indiscriminate, will it happen? Something useless!" an old monk holding a golden Zen stick on his left hand gave a heavy meal on the ground and scolded coldly.

The old monk with the golden Zen staff was bronze, strong and magnificent, and had a little grumpy temper. His eyes were shot at Zhenghai, which made him feel bitter cold.

"Master! I......" Zhenghai was most afraid of the master. He trembled and almost sat on the ground.

"Forget it! Zhenghai is also to protect my disciples of Minghui Zen Academy. His feelings are compassionate!" the middle-aged man standing is a semi monk and semi vulgar old man, half of his head is bald, and the other half has sparse short hair. His face is black, white, yin and Yang, which is really strange.

"Yes! Elder martial brother!" the two monks on the left and right were very respectful to the semi monk and semi vulgar old man, and all folded their hands and bowed slightly.

Zhao Yuande looked at the monks here, saying something to you and me, and couldn't help but show a sneer of disdain on his face.

Each of the three soon described Zhenghai's recklessness as protecting the disciples of the Zen academy, and became much taller.

"Let's go! Let's go back and talk!" Zhao Yuande was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people. He waved his hand and was about to walk over to the table just now.

"Little friend, did you beat the people of my Minghui Zen temple and leave like this?" the middle-aged monk on the left seemed very polite and spoke very gently, but his words were full of threats. "What do you want?" Zhao Yuande turned his head and squinted at the three monks.

"Bold! Do you know who these three are? They are the three powerful gods of the Ming Hui temple in the Mituo region! Do you want to start a war between the two regions?" a middle-aged monk came out of the crowd and pointed to Zhao Yuande's very impolite question.

"Who is this person?" Zhao Yuande turned to Yijie and asked.

"He... He is a law enforcement elder of our Tianchan sect, master Yuanxin!" Yijie looked at Zhao Yuande and apologized. This is his martial uncle.

"As soon as you quit, don't do whatever you want with the love of your senior brother. Come here!" Yuanxin saw Zhao Yuande's ring and immediately made a face and shouted at him.

"Yuanxin, isn't it?" Zhao Yuande turned his head and looked again at the martial uncle of Yijie, grinning. "If you weren't the martial uncle of Yijie, you'd be lying on the ground now! You still have the face to yell at me here if you help outsiders bully me. You're really the one who lost me."

"You... How dare you be so rude to me!" Yuan Xin's face twitched, as if on the edge of anger, but he knew he was not the opponent of the young man in front of him.

Who the hell is this young man? Why is it here?

This is the question in the hearts of many people at the moment.

"Little friend, stay! Let's have a good talk." the semi monk and semi vulgar old man smiled at Zhao Yuande and waved to him, "my Minghui Zen temple is not aggressive. You can rest assured!"

"Forget it! You're not aggressive. Why did you hit the Eastern Emperor world? If you say that, who will believe it." Zhao Yuande sneered.

"You young man should be reasonable! We are the bullied party. There are also people from the thunder prison family of the Eastern Emperor's world. We specially invited them to prevent people like you from messing around!" the old monk with a stick on his right hand showed a sarcastic look on his face.

"Miss Lei, please come out and be fair!" the middle-aged monk on the left looked in a direction.

I only saw a beautiful woman with a lazy look. At this time, she was laughing with several handsome and romantic young people. When she heard the words of the middle-aged monk, she couldn't help frowning and said, "master, don't call me for such a small thing! Just solve it yourself. I'm just bringing a little kindness from the Leiguan family."

From beginning to end, the beautiful woman didn't look at Zhao Yuande.

"Which family are you strong?" beside the beautiful woman, a young man with extremely handsome appearance and white skin looked at Zhao Yuande. He looked charming, but his eyes were high. "You dare to take care of the Leiguan family. Don't you know the rules of the East emperor's big world?"

"Disgusting!" Heifeng finally couldn't help but sneer, "your father and mother? Give me a wink here. Fortunately, I didn't eat in the morning."

Heifeng made a posture to vomit.

"Three girls... He... He dares to insult me, and you don't care!" the white man was scolded by the black wind, and his eyes turned red, wronged and flirted with the beautiful woman.

Everyone's faces are twitching. Is this TM really a man?