"Mr. Ye, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Hall Master Qing said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm afraid Li Shangxian's master-uncle is already quite old!"
"Maybe I got it wrong!" Ye Tian smiled slightly, but he didn't dwell on this matter, but how could Ye Tian not remember the outline of his cheap father.
After arranging the room, Ye Tiancai came to his room. He was tired all day, and it was time for him to rest.
Zhao Xiaoli returned to the room, but went out secretly again, came to the hall, smiled at Li Shangxian and said, "Your eyes have been healed, do you want to fulfill what you promised me?"
"You are quite clever, but the immortal master is not an ordinary person. If you let him know that you are using him, he will probably be displeased." Li Shangxian said: "I did say at the beginning, if you can cure my eyes, I will give you a cure." Give you a lucky charm!"
"I didn't deceive Mr. Ye, you really know how to calculate, otherwise I wouldn't let Mr. Ye come here." Zhao Xiaoli said bluntly: "As long as I can find the thousand-year-old snow lotus, this trip will not be in vain."
"You're thinking quite openly, the thousand-year-old snow lotus is not an ordinary thing, even if the immortal master goes looking for it himself, he may not be able to get it." Li Shangxian said bluntly.
"As long as there is hope, never give up." Zhao Xiaoli was serious, holding a fortune talisman in her hand, and her eyes were full of hope.
In recent years, the business of the Zhao family has declined, and he had no choice but to bring him to Jiulong Town because he knew that Ye Tian was excellent in medicine.
In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, Ye Tian left the room and came to the streets of Kowloon Town. The streets were sparsely populated, and he didn't even go out at night, so it looked empty.
But Ye Tian looked towards the depths of Jiulong Town, and for some reason, in the depths of Jiulong Town, he always felt a strong aura, which was faintly visible, which made him a little puzzled.
Not long after, Ye Tian appeared in front of a thatched hut in Kowloon Town, but his figure stopped abruptly, his eyes quietly watching the hut.
"Little brother, it's already late at night, why haven't you slept yet?" The old village chief sat beside the hut: "I don't know what's going on?"
"So it's senior!" Ye Tian smiled slightly: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. I just feel that Kowloon is really not simple. It's just an ordinary old man who has already reached the half-step king state. It's really amazing."
"I'm also very surprised. In martial arts, when did you become a master like you?" The old village head smiled and said, "Even the Dragon King back then probably didn't have such deterrent power."
"Do you know the Dragon King?" Ye Tian frowned: "It seems that Jiulong Town is really not simple."
"Thirty years ago, the Dragon King set off a bloodbath in martial arts. No one knew, no one knew." The white-haired old man sighed: "But I advise my little brother not to mess around. Kowloon Town is not something you can mess around with. Where did you come from?" Where to go back and forth!"
"What if I say no?" Ye Tian smiled: "The aura in the hut is strong, I don't know who it is, but I want to see it."
"This is my uncle in Jiulong Town. You can see him whenever you want." The old village chief said with a cold expression, "I advise your uncle to leave, don't force me to do it."
"When you were at the entrance of the village just now, you were defeated by me." Ye Tian's expression was flat: "With your skill, I'm afraid you can't stop me."