Chapter 253

A few minutes later, they arrived at the inner part of the tianxingmen gate and stepped down from the car.

"Brother ye, we will send you here. If you want to see me in the future, you can come to the peripheral area."

Li ruohai said like this, after all, his cultivation is only second level realm. He is only a disciple of the inner gate, and the inner circle is not where he should be.

"I won't stay any more. Let Qin Luo take you there."

Then he left on his own.

"Are we going to see the patriarch?"

Ye Ziheng asked nervously. After all, if the identity of his fake real person disciple is found out, he doesn't know what will happen then.

Qin Luo saw ye Ziheng's tense mood, but he didn't pay attention to it. He only felt that ye Ziheng knew that he wanted to see the strong in jiupinjing, so he would be a little nervous.

"Don't worry, my father is very talkative, not as severe as you think."

With that, he took ye Ziheng to the central hall of tianxingmen.

Just five or six minutes later, Lin Ya took ye Ziheng to the central hall, but the hall was empty.

"You wait for me here first. I'll come to my father."

Then he left ye Ziheng alone and ran out to find her father.

Ye Ziheng looks at the layout of the main hall, with a calm face, but in fact, he is in a panic.

This is Jiupin martial arts, the existence of the world's top strong. If you really see your horse feet later, will you beat yourself to death in a rage!

Ye Ziheng now regrets that he didn't pretend to be a real person disciple. It's so troublesome.

While ye Ziheng was still thinking about how to deal with the tianxingmen patriarch next, Qin Luo suddenly came in, followed by a middle-aged man, who looked like he was in his thirties, with a smile on his face. He seemed kind, but he had an irresistible dignity.

Needless to say, this man should be the Lord of tianxingmen, Qin Feng.

"This is ye Ziheng, ye Xiaoyou."

Qin Feng's eyes swept over ye Ziheng's body, making ye Ziheng more nervous. He didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, he had to say.

"Good Lord."

When Qin Feng heard this, he frowned and shook his head with a light smile.

"You don't have to call me uncle Qin."

Qin Feng said kindly, and then went to Ye Ziheng in front of him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's sit and talk."

Then he took ye Ziheng to the side of the chair, let ye Ziheng sit down first, and then he sat next to ye Ziheng, picked up the celadon teapot on the table, and poured half a cup of green tea for each of them.

Ye Ziheng was excited and nervous when he saw a strong man in jiupinjing pour tea for himself. It's enough for him to play for his whole life.

"How long has Ye Xiaoyou been practicing?"

Ye Ziheng was silent for a while, thinking about whether to tell the truth or to tell the truth. But thinking about a martial artist in jiupinjing, he could not deceive himself.

So ye Ziheng told the truth.

"Two months."

After Qin Feng heard this, the whole person was also stunned for a while. The tea cup just raised stopped in his hand, turned to ye Ziheng, and showed a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

Even Qin Luo on one side was quite surprised to hear this.