Chapter 1747

"Alone?"

The old man's tone directly raised three degrees: "when can even a person stand on our Yuwen family head to poop and pee!

What kind of bird have you developed into the Yuwen family during the 40 years of my sleep? "

The Huangfu family members were shaking like chaff and kneeling on the ground.

After scolding for a long time, the old man asked in a deep voice, "who is that man? What strength? "

"Tell me, the boy's name is Yehong.

In terms of strength... The Ximen family said that he had ancient martial arts. "

The old man murmured a few times and suddenly asked, "since the Ximen family are willing to provide information, why don't they help to deal with this man named Yehong?"

"Let's go back to our ancestors. The Ximen family was dragged by the temple and couldn't get away from it."

"Tut! The temple! I haven't heard that name for 40 years, but it's still as annoying as ever

The old man didn't seem to want to hear the name of the temple. He waved impatiently and said, "go, show me all the information about Yehong.

Even these wild cats and dogs dare to humiliate my Yuwen family. They haven't come out of the coffin for 40 years. It seems that the ancient martial arts world has forgotten my reputation as Yu wenzuoye in the corpse road of Kongshan mountain! "

...

the next day, the seminar on the formation of the Archaeological Association of the universities in Yan state was still held in Beijing University.

In this meeting, the protagonist is not a student.

All the famous scholars, professors and experts in the archaeological field attended the meeting.

even Yehong heard that people from the temple would send people to attend the meeting.

To Yehong's surprise, Liu Zhaoxi was also included in the meeting.

However, it is obvious that yesterday's incident had a great impact on Liu Zhaoxi, and he was still in a state of depression.

At the moment when he saw Ye Hong, the chief culprit of all this, Liu Zhaoxi turned his head angrily as if he had seen his father's enemy.

Night Hong did not care about this person, began to observe the other people attending the meeting.

Including him, about ten people were invited to the scene today.

However, these ten people represent the voice of authority of the majority of archaeological circles.

And when ye Hong looks at other people, he also becomes the object that people focus on observing.

For Ye Hong, the youngest person in the audience, of course, people are quite curious.

"Cough."

First on the left hand side of the conference table, an old man with white hair coughed twice, attracting all the attention.

"All of you must know me, so I won't introduce myself more."

The old man laughed at himself and said, "today's seminar will be presided over by the representative of the temple. When he comes, we can start."

Night Hong looked at the empty throne, some wonder who the temple will send.

According to Ye Hong's intelligence collected in advance, this self mocking old man is not an ordinary person.

He is the dean of the school of Archaeology of Kyoto University and vice president of Kyoto University. He is a real veteran of archaeology Lei Ming.

It is obvious that even ordinary people can not come to the temple.

Five minutes later, a sonorous and powerful footstep stepped into the conference room.

To most people's surprise, this is a rather young man.

In his early twenties, his face was full of cool air with a sharp and angular Chinese character.

A breath of iron and blood that can only be cultivated in the army made the air solidify a bit.

Ye Hong opened his mouth in amazement.

This man, he knows!