The Return of the Great Emperor

Chapter 322 - Meeting with the Saint

"Come with me, the Witch Saint wants to see you." The Witch woman looked at Ye Yan with her blue eyes, looking a little curious.

What a supreme existence the witch saint is. Even the genius in the clan finds hard to see him, but now he has taken the initiative to invite a young human race, which makes her curious. This human race has three heads and six arms, but what?

But no matter how she looked at it, the young man was nothing surprising, which made her puzzled.

Witch Saint?

Wu Ming!

Ye Yan nodded: "Okay."

Lin Danyan’s three girls, Hu Zi, Zhan Jiuyuan and others could only wait in place. Who dared to bargain with a saint?

The witch beauties lead the way in front, while Ye Yan follows behind.

The woman swayed her buttocks, her tail swayed, exuding a strange temptation, but along the way, no one in the camp dared to look at her more, as if she was a taboo.

Thinking about her background, it is indeed enough to make anyone with great courage turn from hard iron into noodles.

Ye Yan turned a blind eye. The Ninth Emperor was really used to seeing all kinds of beauties with their own characteristics, but which one could touch him?

It is sometimes one thing that a young body is uncontrolled, but his heart of Tao cannot be shaken by any temptation.

Soon, they arrived in front of a camp.

Before the witch beauty came forward to report, a gentle voice came from inside: "Come in."

The beauty of the witch clan lifted the curtain and signaled Ye Yan to go in with her eyes.

Ye Yan strode in and saw a man writing with his back to him, not stopping his pen or looking back, but said, "Sit down."

If someone else wants to change, how dare you sit down in front of a saint?

What a rude!

Ye Yan didn't care at all. In front of him, the martial arts master, even the eight emperors of later generations should be polite and even respectful, because he has such qualifications!

So, he sat down comfortably, very casually and not tight at all.

Well?

Wu Ming was surprised. You should know that even though he restrained most of his aura, the saint was a saint, and a trace of pressure was like a mountain. Even if the king could not help but hold his breath in front of him, let alone just a small little one. The sixth level is here.

This young man of human race is interesting. No wonder he can freely suppress his breath. He can pass the heavenly tribulation if he wants to pass, and he can stop if he doesn't want to pass, and even the heavenly way can't do anything to him.

To be honest, even he, the saint, could not do it!

Once you start to overcome the tribulation, you will be locked by the Heavenly Dao. How could you still "return" the tribulation?

What a strange thing.

In addition, Ye Yan's achievements in each battle were so scary that he made an exception and decided to meet this rookie of the human race.

Finally, he turned around and looked at Ye Yan.

He was looking at Ye Yan, but Ye Yan did not look at him.

——Even if Wu Ming turned his back to him, he had his own world and was under his complete control within the entire three thousand feet of the radius, and every detail could not escape his divine awareness.

So, of course, he knew that the witch clan saint had a face that looked like a Confucian scholar, and there was no trace of difference between him and the human race. The only difference was that terrifying qi and blood.

It is like a vast ocean, extremely thick.

Gods and demons are basically called strong body and strong yarrow. Their blood and energy are their characteristics. Of course, there are various unique means brought by talent. For example, the Qinglong fights water, which means mastering the highest law of the water system. The White Tiger belongs to metal and then uses gold. Master the laws to the extreme and kill them with all their strength.

The witch tribe has a strong qi and blood, and even a three-year-old child has a thousand pounds of power, which is far from comparable to the human race.

but!

Because of the influence of the bloodlines of gods and demons, the witch clan has much more difficulty in understanding the laws than the human race, so the number of witch clans that can be saints is far smaller than that of the human race. However, if it can be saints, then the body of the saints of the witch clan is Being strong is far above the human race, and it has a great advantage in fighting.

Of course, there are also people with particularly strong qi and blood among the human race, such as the holy body, which is strong in body and is not inferior to the gods and demons at all, but such a first-class physique is rare after all, and it is not as universal as the witch clan.

On the other hand, there are very few saints of the witch clan, maybe only two or three.

The reason why the coalition forces were the saints of the witch clan took on the position of this great marshal is that they are strong enough to suppress them.

After observing each other, Wu Ming spoke and said, "You are incredibly powerful in combat. The undead you killed is a hundred or even a thousand times that of others. This is extremely incredible. I originally wanted to take you down and interrogate you, after all, this may be It was the conspiracy of the undead, which allowed you to attack the top leaders of the human race and finally turn against each other."

Ye Yan just smiled, neither shocked nor angry.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

His combat power is indeed too strong, but in order to obtain a large amount of spiritual medicine, he had to expose some.

"However, Old Monster Liu from Tianjian Sect sent a message to me the day before yesterday, saying that you are his disciple and let me take care of you." Wu Ming continued, paused, and his eyes swept over Ye Yan's face. "Old Monster Liu has already entered the coffin with one foot. He has not received any news from him for many years. He didn't expect to contact this saint specifically for a small sixth rank. Haha, it's really interesting!"

Ye Yan still smiled but said nothing. If a saint made a decision, he would naturally not be able to pull back. Therefore, no matter what he said or explained, it would be impossible to change the other party's intentions, so why should he waste his lips and tongue. Intersection

"You are really interesting." Wu Ming smiled, "However, this saint did not find the sword spirit in you-are you really the disciple of Old Monster Liu?"

"No." Ye Yan shook his head.

There is no one in the world who can be his master. Maybe after arriving in the fairyland, he really needs someone to show him the way, but in Jiuzhou, he is the founder of martial arts and the ancestor of all martial artists.

Who is worthy?

Wu Ming clapped his hands and laughed: "So it was Old Monster Liu who took a fancy to you and wanted to take you as a disciple, but you ran to the battlefield of Huangzhou?"

This inference is almost right.

Ye Yan nodded: "That's about it."

"The saint wants to take you as a disciple, and you still despise it?" Wu Ming asked again.

Ye Yan shrugged: "Everyone has their own ambitions."

"You are definitely not just gifted to make Old Monster Liu so shameless that he announced you as his disciple before accepting you as his disciple." Wu Ming looked at Ye Yan again, "Who are you?"

Ye Yan just smiled: "Very ordinary, born in Daxia, a fourth-grade force."

"Young man, you are really the calmest person I have ever seen." Wu Ming laughed, "In the face of my pressure, you are neither humble nor arrogant. This performance alone is too amazing. Even an ordinary king cannot do it."

"Are you... an imperial descendant?"