Eight Desolate Sword God

"Morning wind, thank you."

Ji Tengxue was completely stunned by the strength of Ye Chenfeng. She did not think that Ye Chenfeng had only entered the Tianhuo Wufu for just over a month, and he defeated the Shangguan of the 35th place in Tianhuo.

At this time, she had such a slight regret in her heart, regretting that she used Ye Chenfeng as a shield to hurt him, but thought of the first "Morning Master" who touched her heart, the regret in her heart eased a lot. .

"This is nothing, you don't have to worry about it. If it's not because of me, they won't target you." Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said indifferently.

"Morning wind, your grandfather... No, it is the owner of the leaf who asked me to give you a message. He wants to meet you and return you something that should belong to you." Ye Chenfeng's indifferent face, gently biting a seductive red lips, said.

"Thank you, I will go to see Ye Family when I have time." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said, "Yes, this is for you."

Ye Chenfeng took out the remaining nine songs that were almost useless to him and gave them to Ji Pengxue.

"Morning wind, this is too expensive, I can't." Seeing the nine songs of the spirits handed by Ye Chenfeng, Ji Tingxue reveals a complex color in his eyes and utters his words.

"I can protect you for a while, can't keep you forever, if you want to be bullied, you must have strength." Said, Ye Chenfeng forced the nine songs of Ling Dan to force the silky snow In the small hand, he turned back to the small courtyard where he lived.

"Ye Chenfeng, thank you." Looking at the back of Ye Chenfeng's departure, Ji Tingxue had a mixed feeling in her heart. She did not expect that she would rely on Ye Chenfeng, who had never been in her eyes.

"With my current strength, I use a half-step sword, I don’t know if I can fight with the first-class beast."

There was a far-reaching battle with Shangguan. Ye Chenfeng tested the results of the painstaking work and broke through to the realm of the third-level illusionist. He cultivated the dirty environment into the realm of the 40%. He completely defeated the ordinary six-level Eudemons. division.

And if you use a half-step sword, Ye Chenfeng feels that he should be able to fight with the first-class beast, but if you can beat the opponent, you still need to test the battle.

At dusk, the afterglow of the sun is reflected in the mountains and waters, intertwined into a picture that flutters, and it is magnificent.

A few hours of rest, Ye Chenfeng returned to the best state. He glanced at the colorful sunset outside the window and muttered to himself: "Ye, you should go back and see."

Ye Chenfeng has no feelings for Ye Family, but he has deep feelings for his father Ye Xuanxiang. If Ye Xuanxiang did not take him away from childhood, he will raise him and there is no Ye Chenfeng.

For Ye Xuanxiang’s sudden and violent death, Ye Chenfeng has always suspected that he is in the heart. This time he will return to Ye Family. He must ask the truth and avenge his hatred for his righteous father.

"Liu elder, I want to go back to the Zijin Imperial City. I don't know if I can borrow a green-winged pheasant?" Ye Chenfeng set foot on the sunset and found the elder Liu, and borrowed his green wings.

"Of course." Elder Liu was very happy to promise.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's enchanting talent, Liu Changzu is more valued by him. He fully believes that as long as Ye Chenfeng has enough time and space, he will fly to the sky.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu." Ye Chenfeng said with gratitude, with the help of Elder Liu, borrowed a winged exhibition of more than ten meters, the feathers were blue-green, and left the Tianhuo Wufu, crossing the purple The mountains of the Yunshan Mountains fly back to the outside of Zijin Imperial City.

"Wait for me here."

Ye Chenfeng gave an order to the witty green winged scorpion, and returned alone to the Zijin Imperial City and walked to Yejiafu on foot.

Walk in the spacious streets of the Zijin Imperial City, look at the luxurious buildings on both sides of the street, wearing a tulle, a handsome body, a young woman laughing and joking, Ye Chenfeng is like a water stop.

After embarking on the road of cultivation, Ye Chenfeng has not felt much about the world of the secular world. The only thing he is longing for now is to practice against the sky and break the void.

"Come on."

After more than an hour, Ye Chenfeng passed through the night and came to the brightly-lit Yejiafu. Looking at the faint memory of the mansion, Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts appeared in his mind.

"Trouble to help you, and said that Ye Chenfeng came to the appointment." Ye Chenfeng stood outside the imposing Yefu gate, and said with a loud voice.

"Young Master, you are back."

After hearing the guard's obituary, the old butler immediately walked out of the mansion and said excitedly.

"You shouted the wrong person, I am no longer a Ye family." Ye Chenfeng said without a trace of affection, and lifted his legs into the familiar and unfamiliar Ye Family.

"Morning wind, finally you will come back."

Ye Chenfeng just walked into the green front yard, and Ye Jia’s master Ye Qingchuan hurried out with a group of Yejia’s children and greeted him.

Looking at a familiar face, there is no excitement in Ye Chenfeng's heart. Among them, except Ye Qingchuan, Ye Ziling is slightly better than himself, others have never regarded him as a Ye family.

"Yejia, listen to Ji dumping snow, you have to give me something."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Ye Qingchuan calmly and asked coldly.

"Well, the morning breeze, go to my study."

Hearing the name of Ye Chenfeng and watching his indifferent eyes, Ye Qingchuan smiled bitterly, but he did not blame Ye Chenfeng. After all, he was driving him out of his home during his most difficult time. He did not recognize Ye Family. It is also reasonable.

"Good!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded and followed Ye Qingchuan to his study.

"Morning wind, driving you out of the house is the last thing I regret in my life. I apologize to you, look at your righteous father, I wonder if you are willing to come back?"

Ye Qingchuan personally poured a cup of tea for Ye Chenfeng and looked at his angular face and asked softly.

"Yejia, the past things let him go, I am now practicing with one heart, do not want to be involved in the world's things." Ye Chenfeng shook his head, euphemistically refused.

"Oh, in fact, I have already thought of the ending, but there is still something that I don't give up." Ye Qingchuan said with a smile.

"Morning wind, the thing in this jade box is what you found in your father when you came to you. It may have something to do with your life. Now it is the original owner." Ye Qingchuan from the arms , took out a jade box and handed it to Ye Chenfeng, said.

"Hmm..."

When I heard Ye Qingchuan's words, Ye Chenfeng browed and immediately opened the jade box. He found that there was a piece of wood that was one inch long and quiet, with a smooth surface and no grain.

The dark gold wood was taken out, and Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt a **** connection. He hesitated and bit his finger and pressed it on the dark gold wood.

After, Ye Chenfeng felt a strong suction in the wood, greedily absorbing his own blood, when a golden blood that was hard to be perceived melted into the dark golden wood, suddenly, a golden light Mapped out, seven words looming in the wood - the East Continent, the land of hell.

"East China, the land of hell?" Ye Chenfeng brows slightly wrinkled, muttered to himself: "This East China, the land of **** has a relationship with my life?"