Under the sky, a majestic body appeared.

Judging from the old man's tone, he is the most mysterious master of the Tianlan Martial Palace.

That was probably a peak-level Martial King expert.

The middle-aged man drifted away.

Ye Chen looked sideways.

He had his hands behind his back, his face was sharp and angular, and his eyes were resolute and unyielding, giving him the air of a superior.

When people take one look at it, they can't help but feel respect.

His cultivation at the peak of King Wu's realm is one of the best even in the vast territory of Qiongzhou.

When the palace master saw Bai Yulong, he just nodded slightly.

Immediately, he looked sideways at Ye Chen and said lightly: "Although Ye Chen is from Qingfeng Town."

"However, since you have become a disciple of Tianlan Martial Palace, you will become my disciple."

"I think it's better to leave it to the martial arts government to teach martial arts!"

When Bai Yulong heard this, he couldn't help but chuckled: "What the Palace Master said makes sense."

"such a pity."

"If you come even half a step late, this precious disciple may have died in their hands."

Bai Yulong accepted a disciple and was cut off, and his tone was a bit strange.

His strength is slightly weaker than that of the master of Tianlan Wu Palace.

At this time, his eyes pointed at the two Martial Kings of Tianxin Martial Palace.

When the palace master heard this, he looked unhappy.

A casual glance revealed the two King Wu who were being imprisoned in the dark prison in the painted area.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he put the powerful Martial King from Tianxin Martial Palace into the vessel with a few clicks of his fingers.

The movements were completed in one go, without any stagnation.

When Ye Chen saw this, his eyes suddenly widened.

Is this cracked?

His painting is a prison, but it is an intermediate magic that can imprison the strong King of Martial Arts.

However, in the eyes of the Palace Master, it seems to be nothing and can be cracked with a wave of his hand.

This palace master is not simple!

Ye Chen was secretly shocked.

However, what he didn't know was that the moment the Palace Master took action, his heart was also shocked.

Especially when I feel the sealing power of dark magic, it is powerful, unpredictable and very strange.

If he hadn't used treasures to suppress it, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to easily shake the prison.

He took a deep look at Ye Chen.

At the martial arts level, he has methods that give him a headache.

Ye Chen definitely has a great opportunity!

Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Outer disciple Ye Chen, are you willing to become my teacher?"

The master of the palace took the initiative to invite and said.

A look of surprise appeared on Bai Yulong's face. After thinking about it carefully, he felt something was wrong: "Lu Feihong, if I remember correctly, you have never accepted a disciple!"

"Old Bai, isn't that the case?" The palace master looked at the old man with a half-smile.

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but be secretly proud.

I'm sorry that these two big guys have set a precedent for themselves and want to accept him as their disciple!

But who should I worship as my teacher?

Ye Chen is thinking.

Inside Qingfeng Town, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Qingfeng Town has another talent!"

"I haven't been active for a hundred years. I didn't expect that besides Bai Yushan, there is a kid who hides deeply!"

Not long after, an old man wearing sackcloth appeared.

As soon as he appeared, heaven and earth were eclipsed by him.

Thousands of spiritual energy from all over the sky gathered together in an instant, surrounding him involuntarily, allowing him to be inhaled into his body.

Bai Yulong and Lu Feihong lowered their heads in an instant, and both bowed to pay tribute: "I have met Mr. Long!"

Ye Chen was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Damn it, this can’t be the legendary Emperor Wu!

The innate body automatically absorbs spiritual energy, which is equivalent to automatic cultivation.

A physique that is spent practicing cultivation while sleeping.

Just blowing your breath can trigger the dynamic rhythm of heaven and earth.

This old man must be the real boss behind Qingfeng Town!

Ye Chen took a breath of cold air.

Even if the other party was not hostile at all and looked harmless, it still made Ye Chen feel numb and uncomfortable.

"Boy, don't be afraid."

"You are from Qingfeng Town, and you happen to be in the same era as Bai Yushan. If you want to take Bai Yulong as your disciple, then you might as well get married."

"You just need to agree to become a disciple."

"I will make the decision for you in this marriage!" the old man said freely and boldly.

Looking at his appearance, he has the temperament of an old naughty boy.

Ye Chen only felt that he was riding a tiger that was hard to get off.

I am a good boy.

No one can afford to offend me.

On one side was Emperor Qingfeng Zhenwu, and on the other was the master of Tianlanwu Palace. Ye Chen had a difficult expression on his face.

Who would have thought that Bai Yushan would come to mix things up, and said with a sweet smile: "Brother Ye Chen, I am willing to marry you, so that you can teach me the secret skills wholeheartedly!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but frown, feeling as if a thousand horses were raging in his heart.

Sister, have you decided on the important matter of getting married?

The values ​​of this world seem a bit abstract.

Ye Chen couldn't express his pain, not to mention how uncomfortable he was.

Thought: Remember to be a low-key magician from now on.

Don't show your talents easily, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

The old naughty boy Long Lao seemed to see Ye Chen's inner struggle, so he couldn't help but go up and pat him on the shoulder: "Boy, don't think too much."

"Since I have spoken, Mr. Lu will not have any objections. Besides, you will attend the Qiongzhou Conference this year and secure a spot for the Tianlan Martial House!"

"Make a bold decision!" Mr. Long said calmly.

In his eyes, the master of the palace, Lu Feihong, is just a boy.

Lu Feihong, who was standing aside, nodded repeatedly, but quietly crushed the mark in his hand.

After receiving the response, he immediately said with confidence: "Ye Chen, wait a moment and make your decision."

"Huh?" Mr. Long frowned when he was questioned.

An extremely dangerous aura descended suddenly

"Senior Long, calm down, my master is about to arrive!" Lu Feihong clasped his fists repeatedly, with a few drops of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Although King Wu and Emperor Wu are only one step away, the gap in strength seems to be an insurmountable gulf between heaven and earth.

"Mr. Long, don't get angry."

"This pot of fine wine should be treated as a tribute to you by the younger generation." A bottle of wine gourd flew over first.

Then, an old man with a body as thin as firewood came slowly.

His step crossed many spaces and covered a distance of tens of thousands of meters.

Emperor Wu's methods are so terrifying.
To be continued...