Chapter 2560: uninvited guest!

The powerhouses of Shuiyue Holy Land are all heroic and vigorous, and everyone has a pressing aura.

Seeing these people, many monks instinctively felt a dwarf.

These people are considered Tianjiao above their own stars, but when they are here, compared with the Tianjiao of Shuiyue Holy Land, the gap is too big.

Regardless of the cultivation base or the magic weapon, they are not at the same level.

Even... a lot of them, even if they are comparable to the realm of cultivation, their true strength is not a level at all.

This is the super sect, the gap with the general star power.

With the passage of time, finally, the people of the Tianjiao list of Shuiyue Holy Land began to enter the arena.

Their appearance made the audience boil.

The top 100 talents of Shuiyue Holy Land are the pride of the entire Ziwei galaxy, and they represent the future of the galaxy.

"Look at it, that is Zhang Weihuang, ranked 20th. I didn't expect that he would have entered the venue so early."

"Yes, that's Wei Xu, ranked 30th!"

"Also, Qin Feng, ranked 18th."

...

Seeing the Tianjiao entering the arena one by one, everyone was very excited.

The strength of these Tianjiao is very different from the previous ones. This is the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land, and the status is very high.

"Young Master Ye Fan, you don't seem to be interested in these core disciples."

Suddenly, Yun Qingwu looked at Ye Fan and asked.

"Haha, what about interested? What about not? These people are just ordinary monks in my eyes, there is no difference."

Ye Fan didn't react at first, after all, he had been adjusting his breath and practicing, but he didn't expect Yun Qingwu to take the initiative to speak to him.

"You are really open-minded. I can see that you are deeply hidden and you are a strong man. However, the top 100 on the list of Tianjiao is the strongest existence in Shuiyue Holy Land. Although you defeated Song Yushu, he There are still strong people ahead."

"It doesn't matter, this time I came to the Wanxian Meeting not for them, any strong people have no influence on me."

"Then, what are you doing?"

Hearing Yun Qingwu's question, Ye Fan was taken aback, and he noticed Yun Qingwu's expression.

It seemed that this woman knew something, no, maybe she was just guessing.

Coming along, Yun Qingwu had been observing Ye Fan.

It started since he defeated Song Yushu, so even if Ye Fan became "Beichen", she was quickly recognized by her.

Ye Fan is a wise man, so he immediately became vigilant. Does this princess Qingwu want to find out why she came here?

"There is no reason, I just like to watch the excitement. I was at Zichen Star at the time. I didn't expect to make a mistake and I won the game and came here!"

"It turned out to be like this, but I think Young Master Ye Fan is very smart, wouldn't he be so purposeless."

"I do things mostly by feeling, so I have no purpose."

"Well, interesting!"

Through these conversations, Yun Qingwu could clearly feel that Ye Fan seemed very mysterious, and he was definitely hiding something.

However, Ye Fan was the one who helped him win the No. 1 seat in Tianzi, and it was not a good choice to keep asking.

"Isn't this Princess Qingwu? Sure enough, Yunxiao Dynasty still occupies the number one position of Tianzi."

"Yes, Princess Qingwu, I didn't expect it, it's amazing!"

...

At each Wanxian Conference, the No. 1 Tianzi position is a conspicuous place, which is particularly eye-catching.

Even the core disciples of the Water Moon Holy Land will take the initiative to take a look.

In this position, there was still a big beauty sitting, and these people would naturally not let it go.

They all came for Princess Qingwu, and Ye Fan next to them was automatically ignored by them.

That's good, Ye Fan is happy. In his opinion, communicating with these people is a waste of time.

After all, Song Yushu's things are still vivid in my eyes. These so-called core disciples are just vulgar generations.

Seeing beauties like Yun Qingwu, they all came up to join in the fun, but in Ye Fan's view, Yun Qingwu would not be interested in them.

"Several princes, it's a great pleasure to meet!"

Yun Qingwu also got up and responded. After all, these are the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land, and a good relationship with them is good for Yunxiao Dynasty.

The other strong men of the Yunxiao Dynasty stood up and saluted.

"Princess Qingwu, get up and meet in person. We are really lucky for Sansheng."

"Just kidding, all of you are the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land and the future pillars of our Ziwei galaxy. I definitely want to get up to meet them."

"Hahaha, Princess Qingwu is still so polite, but the person next to her is much worse."

Suddenly, a monk saw Ye Fan and said unceremoniously.

Ye Fan ignored him, still adjusting his breath.

Seeing this situation, those core disciples were not convinced.

Even Princess Qingwu stood up to greet them, letting them understand their identity and status as core disciples, but Ye Fan's ignorance made them feel very uncomfortable.

"It's incredible that a boy with 36 stars is sitting here!"

"How did this kind of waste come into the arena, and it's so arrogant, that we can't afford to meet us?"

"What a arrogant guy, **** it!"

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Soon, several cultivators looked at Ye Fan at the same time, showing very maliciousness.

Ye Fan still sat there, silent.

Seeing this, Princess Qingwu knew that Ye Fan was arrogant and would naturally not get up to greet her. She hurried forward and said: "Everyone, this is my friend, Ye Fan, a monk from a distant star. If not for him this time , I may not be where I am today."

Yun Qingwu said very clearly, but how could these people believe that Ye Fan could help her?

"Princess Qingwu, you have to be cautious about making friends. The one in front of you has no monk's character at all, just like an arrogant hillbilly, he doesn't even know his position!"

"Yeah, what a **** thing!"

The emotions of several monks became more and more excited.

"This……"

Yun Qingwu still wanted to plead, but the eyes of several monks showed unpleasant colors, which made it difficult for her to speak.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, but instead of looking at the core disciples, he scanned the surroundings, looking for Chu Mengyao's figure, but it was a pity that he had never seen the person who was dreaming.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

There was a rush of footsteps.

Suddenly, there was a hateful hum from behind:

"Ye Fan, you stinky kid, dare to sit on an equal footing with Princess Qingwu, don't hurry to the side!"