Eight Desolate Sword God

"Qi!"

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes flashed in a cold light.

But because Ye Chenfeng had a strong interest in the Antiquities Trade Fair, he resisted the killing in his heart, and slowly walked toward the Golden Glass Building in the eyes of a pair of questioning eyes.

"Who is that person?"

"I haven't seen it, it doesn't seem to be a family of six!"

"It’s offended at home, Baye, he’s afraid there’s nothing to eat!”

A lot of men and women who don’t know Ye Chenfeng hide and whisper. In their view, Ye Chenfeng provokes Qi Tiangu and Bei Xuemei, which is tantamount to death.

"Tiangu, what happened just now, did you have a conflict with someone?"

Looking at Qi Tiangu's hot body, with a large white skin and two seductive curves of Be Xuemei, one wearing a black mob, with a gold crown, tall and straight, body The man who exuded the faint swordsman whispered.

"A little white face who wants to eat swan meat, wait for the antiquities trade fair to end, I will make him look good." Qi Tiangu did not put Ye Chenfeng in his eyes, ready to wait for the trade fair to end revenge and let him know himself Great.

"Tiangu, do you want me to use the magical way to teach him lessons and make him out of ugliness?" A white martial martial suit, with a long purple hair, deep eyes, eccentric on his forehead The man of the totem showed a smile that was not good.

"Okay!"

Thinking of the white robe man will practice the magical meaning to a great realm, Qi Tiangu eyes brightened.

"You are waiting here, I will let him kneel on the ground to learn to bark!"

The white robe man showed a sinister smile, gently pulling a glass of wine and slowly walking toward Ye Chenfeng.

"Kid, I heard that you are very arrogant, anyone dares to provoke!"

The white robe man walked to the side of Ye Chenfeng, his eyes flashing with the color of evil spirits, provocatively said.

"Roll!"

Looking at the unintentional white robe man, Ye Chenfeng did not talk nonsense with him, said coldly.

"Surely, there is courage!"

The white robe man’s face is heavy, and the purple awning’s eyes are shining with a powerful illusion, such as a million stars, straight to the leaves of Ye Chenfeng, wanting to control Ye Chenfeng through the illusion. Brain consciousness.

"Hey, do you dare to provoke me like this?"

The leaves of Ye Chenfeng show two rounds of slowly turning the holy meaning, instantly smashing the illusion of the influx, forming a powerful illusion force, and rushing into the soul of the white robe man.

"Not good!"

The white robe man did not expect that Ye Chenfeng’s cultivation of the illusion was far more than himself, and the instinctive wanted to dodge.

But the magical sacred road of Ye Chenfeng’s cultivation is too powerful, and his brain consciousness is controlled in a blink of an eye.

"Sima is a great hand, and there is a good show!"

"Merce, guess how Simajie will humiliate the little beast?"

Feeling the scent of the illusion, Qi Tiangu and others showed a cold smile, and they brushed their eyes and looked at Ye Chenfeng who stood back to them.

"The better, the better, I want him to know, offend me!"

Thinking of the shame that Ye Chenfeng brought to himself, Bei Xuemei hated the roots and itchy teeth.

"Reassured, I think he will soon be no longer here, waiting for him to leave, we want to play with him, it is not a minute of minutes!"

The man in a black mob robe drank a mellow wine with a faint smile.

And this black robe man is the first person of the younger generation of Wan Gucheng. He has been practicing for less than 5,000 years and has broken through to the star of the realm of the gods.

"Your Majesty!"

When Sima Changqing and others waited for Sima Jie to humiliate Ye Chenfeng's scene, it sounded like a thunderous sound in nine days.

The next moment, under the gaze of a pair of almost sluggish eyes, just suffocating, Sima Jie, who could not be alive, squatted on the ground like a dog.

Static, incomparable silence.

Simajie Although the talent strength is not as good as Sima Changqing, but compared to other family disciples, Simajie talent is more powerful, and the Sima family is also known as the first family of the ancient city, no one dares to offend them.

But now, Sima Jie, one of the Sima family's two males, is lying on the ground like a dog. This amazing scene shocked everyone.

"How, how can this be, what happened to Simajie brother?"

Qi Tiangu’s eyes widened and he said with a look of horror, he couldn’t believe what happened in front of him.

"Master, that person is a illusion master, he should control Sima Jie's soul consciousness through the magical way." Sima Changqing said ugly face.

Ye Chenfeng, when everyone Sima Jie kneels down, is undoubtedly the face of his Sima family.

"Go to bite them!"

When Sima Changqing was annoyed, Ye Chenfeng slowly turned around and looked at Sima Changqing, whose face was gloomy and watery, and the cold command.

"Hey!"

Sima Jie issued a scream that was not like human beings. He squatted on the ground like a dog, opened his mouth and bite to Sima Changqing and others.

For a time, the glory of the glory, hanging a huge crystal lamp, the hall of the rich and noble atmosphere fell into chaos, alarmed the guard.

"Hey!"

When everyone in the unknown was close to the crowd, Sima Changqing quickly pointed out a finger, such as a cold star that cut through the warehouse, on the head of Sima Jie, a strong finger into the Simajie Deep in the soul sea, he directly stunned him.

"Sima Gongzi, what happened in the end!"

When I heard the hustle and bustle, a man wearing a snow-white robes, a white beard and a white hair, and a pair of cranes and old-fashioned ancestors, slowly walked over with several city lords, and asked with low voice.

"Sorry, Chu Lao, my brother's temptation to practice illusion, may be a bit of a fire, I am now ordered to send him back!"

Sima Changqing glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who looked cold and indifferent, and said apologetically.

"Sima Gongzi, today is the antiquities trade fair organized by the city's six major families. Please also restrain yourself, don't happen again, or it will be bad for everyone!"

The old steward of the city government, Chu Lao, did not believe Sima Changqing’s explanation, and the cold warning.

"Do not worry, Chu, I promise that this will not happen again!"

Since the Sima family is the first family in the ancient city, but did not dare to offend the city owner, looking at the left and right arm of the ancient city owner, he had to put down his posture and guarantee.

"Yeah!"

Chu old nodded and left with several city guards.

"Chu old please stay!"

At this time, Sima Changqing glanced at Ye Chenfeng with Yu Guang, and suddenly shouted Chu Lao.

"What else?"

Chu old brow slightly wrinkled, slowly turned around and whispered.

"Chu Lao, today the master of the city held an antiquities trade fair in Jinlililou, only invited six families to participate, and his face is strange, not the six family members, I suspect he sneaked in to plot." Sima Changqing suddenly Pointing to Ye Chenfeng, he became the target of public criticism.

"Hmm..."

Chu old pupils shrink, looking at the lightness of the light, not like the sad morning Ye Chenfeng, the brow wrinkles tighter.

"Childish, Sima Changqing, I didn't expect you to be as naive as her, you know that this little trick she has used, but in the end she was thrown into the lake, and I am fine!"

Feeling a pair of double-questioned eyes, Ye Chenfeng did not have a slight change in his face. He raised his head slightly and looked at Sima Changqing. The indifferent voice revealed the domineering of who I am.