Chapter 939

When he boarded the plane, ye Ziheng had a good sleep. For the first half of the year, he had been closed for daily practice. After the breakthrough, he had been practicing martial arts for several months. Now he can finally sleep. Naturally, he should have a safe sleep.

But ye Ziheng just lay down here and felt that he had just closed his eyes. The next second, the captain had reached ye Ziheng's side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Master ye, the place is here."

Ye Ziheng suddenly woke up and looked at the plane outside with bleary eyes. It was really there.

Ye Ziheng nodded, didn't say anything more, untied the seat belt, and walked slowly down from the plane.

Then, the captain continued to run to guide ye Ziheng. He walked for more than half an hour, numbing the captain's legs. They arrived at the huge palace on the Xingchen mountain.

The palace looks big enough to hold nearly a thousand people, but judging from the appearance of the building, it's probably just built.

Around the main hall, in every corner, there is a warrior who is good at cultivation. He seems to be the bodyguard to protect all the people in the main hall.

But for this, ye Ziheng thinks it's a little strange. Who are the people in the hall? The most powerful one in the martial arts world. Well, the lowest cultivation is probably the beginning of Jiupin. The others are all real people. Get some wuliupin guards. If the enemies attack, who should protect?

However, ye Ziheng doesn't care much. Anyway, if there are enemies coming to attack, ye Ziheng will fight if he wins or run if he doesn't win. He doesn't care about others.

When he came to the gate of the main hall, ye Ziheng had not yet pushed open the gate of the main hall. All of a sudden, a hundred people with blonde hair, blue eyes and high nose picked up the magic weapon in their hands, pointed to ye Ziheng, and then said in his tone with a hint of threat.

"Who are you and what do you want to do! If it's a messenger, stand here first. When the time comes, we'll let you in. "

Ye Ziheng turns to look at the white warrior. Although he's upset when he's stopped, he just wants to protect the safety of this place. Ye Ziheng doesn't intend to haggle with him.

Therefore, ye Ziheng is very generous to let go of his own breath for a hundred years, and pours the unique powerful prestige of real martial arts into this disciple.

The white warrior understood in an instant. He immediately let out a cold sweat on his forehead and apologized.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have no eyes. Please don't blame me."

Ye Ziheng smiles gently.

"No problem, you are just thinking about the comfort here."

Then he reached out his hand and pushed open the gate of the main hall. When the door opened, all the people in it cast curious and confused eyes towards ye Ziheng.

However, after a few seconds, when they felt the powerful pressure from ye Ziheng, they could not help but show their astonished expressions. Looking at ye Ziheng, they were not only shocked, but also jealous.

Ye Ziheng looks like he is in his early twenties, but his accomplishments have reached the point that some people can't reach in 100 years. Such a little boy of about 20 years old has achieved it. Who can be jealous.