Eight Desolate Sword God

"Mrs, I want to go to Baijiancheng first, then go to the Qin family."

Ye Chenfeng had a keen interest in the customs of the sword field. He looked at Mrs. Jingyi, who was drinking tea elegantly, and said slowly.

"Yes!" Mrs. Jingyi nodded and reminded: "Morning wind, recently Baijiancheng is not quite flat because of the Wu family. You should be careful."

"Mother, if I want to go shopping with the morning wind, I have not visited Baijiancheng for a long time!"

The pure and beautiful Qin Ruolan glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who gave her a very comfortable feeling, and suddenly said.

"Sister, are you okay, what can you do with a wild boy?" Qin Xinmei squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Ruolan's pretty pretty face, asking incomprehensible.

"I am on the rise, don't think about it."

Feeling the eyes of Mrs. Jingyi and others, such as a quiet lotus, the gentle face of Qin Ruolan's exquisite face is full of blooming red halo.

"Okay, let's go!"

Ye Chenfeng didn't think much about it. He took Qin Ruolan and left the white jade car. He came to the bustling street and strolled around.

Although he just met Ye Chenfeng, but Qin Ruolan liked the atmosphere of Ye Chenfeng, feeling very solid around him, very safe, as if the sky is falling, don't be afraid.

With Mrs. Jingyi, Qin Ruolan became very talkative, and told Ye Chenfeng about the history and interesting stories of Baijiancheng. While Ye Chenfeng listened, he released the soul and collected a lot of useful information. Learn more about the sword field. Walking along, the two came to a building of antiques, floating outside the aroma of the restaurant.

"Tianxianju!" Ye Chenfeng looked up at the plaque and proposed: "If Ruolan, tired of going around, it is better for us to rest and eat something in this day."

"Well, I like a bite of crispy and hemp cakes at Tianxianju. Go, I will take you to try."

Speaking, the good-natured Qin Ruolan took Ye Chenfeng into the excellent business, the elegant Tianxiangju, found a window by the position and sat down, and ordered several famous snacks of Tianxianju. A pot of valuable tea.

"Morning wind, do you really come from Dashan?"

Taste the delicious snacks, Qin Ruolan had a slight interest in Ye Chenfeng, and asked.

"Okay!"

Ye Chenfeng smiled a little and took a good-tasting spirit tea, faintly said.

"Hey, in fact, you shouldn't come out!" Qin Ruolan had some lovely licking of the snacks on his fingers.

"Why?"

Ye Chenfeng put down the wooden cup and looked at Qin Ruolan's beautiful face.

"At least there is no intrigue in the mountains, no troubles, you can live without any worries, come outside, you have to go through many, more likely to be killed!" Thinking of the situation of the Qin family, Qin Ruolan gently sighed Channel.

"Ruolan, are you worried about the Qin family!" Ye Chenfeng guessed the mood of Qin Ruolan, and poured a cup of Lingcha Tao.

"Yes, the current situation is very unfavorable to my Qin family. When I sometimes don't dare to think about the future of my Qin family!" Qin Ruolan nodded and said faintly.

"Don't worry, the crisis in Qin will definitely pass!"

Although Ye Chenfeng is not willing to gossip, he is very interested in the mountain swordsmanship. He wants to contact the Broken Mountain Jianzong through the dispute between the Qin family and the Wu family, and is in step contact with the Temple of the Sword.

When Ye Chenfeng and Qin Ruolan chat quietly, Ye Chenfeng’s powerful soul force faintly perceives a terrible breath in Tianxianju.

"The peak ancestral power!"

After the brain-stained brain, Ye Chenfeng’s shocked discovery found that there was a great ancestral power in the fairyland where it was hard to see in the virtual world. It was impossible to look at the wooden ladder.

At this time, an old man wearing a gray robes, his hair was white, his eyes were deep and powerful, and his spirits were in his eyes.

Although the gray-haired old man deliberately concealed his strength, but Ye Chenfeng saw his first sight, he still felt a strong danger from him.

"How can there be a peak in the White Sword City?"

Be aware that the peak ancestral power is great, but the most peak of the virtual world, the virtual **** can not, the peak ancestral power is enough to arrogate the whole virtual world, and a small white sword city, but there is a The peak ancestral power is great, which makes Ye Chenfeng quite surprised.

When Ye Chenfeng was quite surprised, the old man in gray clothing raised his head slightly and collided with Ye Chenfeng’s gaze.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng clearly felt that the old man in the gray coat had a powerful and powerful scorpion shot, and the road was like a real light, like a thousand arrows, straight into his own eyes, let His soul trembled a little.

But very quickly, the sharp light of the old man in the gray coat disappeared. He walked evenly and slowly walked over and sat directly opposite Ye Chenfeng.

"Predecessors, you are..."

When looking at the undressed gray-clothed veteran, Qin Ruolan was surprised and asked softly.

"Little girl, don't mind, I just think that your friend is like an old man of the old man!" The gray-haired old man showed a kind smile and looked at Ye Chenfeng from a close distance: "Little friend, if I don't have Guess wrong, your surname is Ye."

"Hmm..."

The voice of the old man in the gray coat just fell, and Ye Chenfeng’s heart picked up a big wave, and the muscles in the corner of the eye jumped unconsciously.

He never imagined that the ancestral ancestors of the ancestors had their own surnames.

"Who is he?"

Ye Chenfeng carefully looked at the old man in gray and found that he had never seen him. He had a lot of speculation about his identity, and his heart was even more alert.

"Predecessors, do you know Ye Chenfeng? Do you also come from Dashan?" Qin Ruolan asked in surprise.

"Dashan?" The old man in gray clothing showed a faint smile: "No, I am not from Dashan, I am the first time I met with Ye Xiaoyou."

"The first time I met? Then how do you know his surname?" Qin Ruolan asked inexplicably.

"Intuition, just an intuition!" The gray-haired old man said in mysteriousness: "Ye Xiaoyou, you should not be nervous, I am not malicious to you, just want to say a few words to you."

"I know, how can the strength of the older generation be malicious to a small person?" Ye Chenfeng tried to calm himself down and wanted to catch a trace of clues through dialogue, thus deducing the identity of the old man.

"Haha, you are not a small person, so people are long to mention you!" The gray-haired old man laughed loudly: "In fact, I have long wanted to see you, but I did not expect that we will meet in these places?"

"See me?" Ye Chenfeng brows slightly wrinkled: "Predecessors, who are you? Who is the old man in your mouth?"

"Who do you think I am talking about?" The old man in gray clothes said that he was guilty.

"Yes..."

Ye Chenfeng’s mind flashed a few thoughts.

When Ye Chenfeng kept guessing in his heart, there were three men wearing gorgeous robes and full of enthusiasm in Tianxianju. When they saw Qin Ruolan sitting next to Ye Chenfeng, their eyes suddenly lit up. I walked over without a good intention.