Chapter 1715

Just as several people in Wangyue River were talking, suddenly, there was a strong wind outside the window.

Then, an invisible momentum swept over.

Almost instantaneously, Wangyue river three people then frowned.

"Well?"

"Is it the younger generation who has arrived?"

"So fast?"

Wangyue river deep voice whispers, old eyes, full of murders.

"Well done."

"Now that we have arrived, we will take his dog's life."

Ishinoma's eyebrows and eyes are also gloomy, sneering and rising with a knife.

However, when the three people were ready to go out, a powerful and majestic voice suddenly swept from outside the main hall.

"One of the six pillar states in China, Mo Wuyuan, the son of the king of boxing, has come to visit."

"Please come out and see you, my Lord."

...

"... Please come out to see the sword God ~"

...

the voice containing strong energy is like the rolling thunder, resounding from all directions.

The whole sword palace trembled under the sound.

After hearing this, ishinoma and others are all stunned.

"What?"

"Boundless?"

"Son of the king of boxing?"

"What is he doing here?"

Wangyue river three people are stunned, full of doubts.

Due to historical reasons, there are few contacts between China and Japan.

However, they have no doubt heard of Wangyue River, one of the six pillar states in China.

But the son of the boxer emperor, a younger generation, they have never even heard of it, let alone have any contact with each other.

How could you come to visit the sword god palace?

"Is it the lobbyist sent by the Chinese Wu Temple to plead with Ye Fan?" The sword God frowned.

"Don't guess yet."

"Call them in and ask them for details."

Shiye longyi is an acute son. If he can't think of it, he can't think about it. He directly asked Mo Wuyuan to enter the sword god palace.

No one knows what the son of the boxer emperor came to the sword god palace.

At this time, Ye Fan was strolling in the streets of Dongjing accompanied by Lianggong yingyue.

Clean and tidy streets, so extended to the horizon.

On both sides of the road, there are pedestrians and towering ancient trees.

The city of Dongjing has the prosperity that a big city should have, but it also has the quietness rarely seen in the city.

Here, you can't hear the whistling of traffic jams like boiling water.

There were no pedestrians in a hurry.

The rhythm here is slow, everyone seems to be enjoying life with heart.

There are lovers on the side of the road photographing photo, when the shutter is pressed, showing a knowing smile.

There are also old people passing by, feeding pigeons stopped at the intersection.

Lianggong yingyue seems to enjoy this kind of life very much. Along the way, she talks incessantly, like a sparrow in June.

Pink skirt, fluttering in the wind.

Who said that the cherry trees in Dongjing have not yet opened. The girl in front of her is the cherry blossoms in full bloom on the streets of Dongjing.

"Master, I envy you."

"Be free to do whatever you want to do."

"There are no family shackles, no teacher's shackles."

"Like the cherry blossom, with the wind, free to drift."

Liang Gong yingyue said softly.

When ye fan heard it, he chuckled.

"I came from a poor family. In other people's eyes, I am a mean countryman and a wimp son-in-law."

"All these years, the voice of mocking me is everywhere, but you are still the first to say that you envy me?"