Super Junior Grandmaster

Chapter 542
"Brother, I'm sorry, it's all Xiaotian's fault, Xiaotian will never drink brother's blood again." Xiaotian looked at Ye Wentian with a face full of remorse, tears streaming down his face.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay to bleed a little, but it can further enhance the body's functions." Ye Wentian wiped the corners of Xiaotian's eyes.

"Really?" Xiaotian looked at Ye Wentian with teary eyes.

"Of course it's true." Ye Wentian smiled slightly, then bid farewell to the two, and drew out the Excalibur.

"My God..." When he came back to his senses, Ye Wentian's head became dizzy for a while, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards.

At this time, a figure flashed past quickly and hugged Ye Wentian.

"It's so fragrant, so soft, but this smell... belongs to Senior Yang." Ye Wentian thought in his mind, although he was a bit tangled, but now he has no strength, leaning comfortably on Yang Jing's beautiful breasts, So uncomfortable.

"Why is Mr. Ye so pale? And there is still cold sweat!" Wu Qian took out a handkerchief to help Ye Wentian wipe it, and looked at Yang Jing questioningly.

Just as Yang Jing was about to speak, Meng Tianfang took the lead and said: "Master Ye seems to be caused by excessive blood loss, but it's very strange, how could he lose so much blood?"

Meng Tianfang looked at Yang Jing.

Yang Jing shook her head: "We can only talk about it when Mr. Ye wakes up."

Although Ye Wentian wanted to just sleep and let it go, but he knew it was wrong, so he quickly ran the Hongmeng Dao Hua Jue, adjusted his breath for a while, and slowly opened his eyes.

All I could see was a pair of concerned and anxious eyes.

"Brother Tian, ​​are you alright?" Zhao Min held Ye Wentian's injured finger tightly, but at this moment it recovered miraculously.

Meng Tianfang frowned slightly, feeling that it was inappropriate for Zhao Min and Ye Wentian to be so close, but it was hard to say anything, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm fine." Ye Wentian looked at the crowd and smiled, then turned around and hugged Yang Jing: "Senior Yang, I'm really sorry just now."

Yang Jing felt the strange look in Ye Wentian's eyes. She had a lot of experience, and combined with what happened just now, she naturally knew what Ye Wentian was referring to.

"Young Master Ye, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Yang Jing said.

Everyone asked about what happened just now, and Ye Wentian said briefly.

Ye Wentian glanced at Tianwen's sword, and with a thought, he put it into the Qiankun ring.

"Brother Tian, ​​is the sword in your hand?" Zhao Min was so curious that he looked around but couldn't find it.

"You don't need to look for it, I have already put away the sword." Ye Wentian said with a smile.

"Brother Tian, ​​where is your sword hidden?" Zhao Min was puzzled.

"Young master Ye, if what I expected is correct, you should have a space ring." Meng Tianfang looked at Ye Wentian in surprise, he didn't have such a magical thing, he had only seen his master wear it.

"Not bad." Ye Wentian nodded.

"Space ring? What? What are you doing?" Zhao Min looked at Ye Wentian curiously.

"The space ring is a small ring, but it has its own space inside, which can hold a lot of things." Meng Tianfang explained.

"I didn't ask you to tell me." Zhao Min pursed his lips, and then continued to look at Ye Wentian.

"It's the same as the ring on Senior Yang's hand." Ye Wentian said.

"That's it! It looks so ordinary." Zhao Min took a look: "This ring is worn on the middle finger of the left hand. I thought it was... engaged."

As he spoke, Zhao Min gave Yang Jing a weak look.

Hearing Zhao Min's words, Ye Wentian and Yang Jing looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go, General Meng." Ye Wentian didn't say anything more, and pointed to the sarcophagus in front of him.

Meng Tianfang nodded solemnly, and led the crowd forward.

"This is the gold thread silkworm garment I wore." Meng Tianfang picked up the golden garment on the ground and handed it to Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian stretched out his hand to take it, and it felt cool and comfortable at the place where he touched it. He glanced at it with his spiritual sense, and couldn't help being surprised.

"It turned out to be something handed down from the Xuanyuan clan." Ye Wentian said in shock.

"Xuanyuan clan!" Meng Tianfang was also surprised: "My master doesn't know the origin of this dress, and even doesn't know much about its function. He only knows that wearing it can take care of the body. Later, he learned about it through gossip. I have a deeper understanding of the function of a piece of clothing."

"There should have been a trace of divinity in this dress, but after so many years, the divinity inside has disappeared. I think the reason for your survival is this trace of divinity." Ye Wentian said slowly.

"Could it be that there have been gods in the Xuanyuan clan?" Yang Jing asked doubtfully.

"That's not the case." Ye Wentian shook his head: "It's because the material of the clothes originally had a trace of divinity."

"General Meng, this dress is useless to you, can you give it to me?" Ye Wentian asked.

"Since Mr. Ye likes it, it's okay to give it to you." After speaking, Meng Tianfang glanced at Zhao Min, but it was a pity that Zhao Min didn't even look at him, which made him feel a pain in his heart.

Ye Wentian accepted the gold-thread silkworm clothes, but he didn't tell everyone that there was still a magical exercise on the clothes, which was just for improving the blood, and it was obviously someone from the Xuanyuan family It was discovered that the purity of the Xuanyuan family's blood was decreasing, and this exercise was engraved to prevent this situation from happening.

It's just that this kind of magical skill needs to be seen with divine consciousness, that is to say, the cultivation base must reach the Yuanshen stage. Unfortunately, no one in the Xuanyuan clan reached the Yuanshen stage, so this exercise was left behind.

Ye Wentian was a little puzzled, why did the senior of the Xuanyuan clan need to do this, why didn't he tell his own clansmen in person, and thinking about it this way, there were more problems.

The past has been through the ages, Ye Wentian shook his head, no longer entangled in this matter, there are always many things in the world that are difficult to investigate, let him go after the past, why bother yourself.

"General Meng, this is the sarcophagus of your confidante, you should open it yourself." Ye Wentian said.

"En." Meng Tianfang nodded, took a deep breath, walked to the other side of the sarcophagus step by step, and slowly opened the sarcophagus with his skills.

Mo Xiaoyan, Bai Qiushuang and the others were a little scared, after all, there was a dead person lying inside.

"Like, it's really resembling." When Ye Wentian's spiritual sense saw the woman in the sarcophagus, he suddenly felt amazed.

Because a kind of medicinal material was placed in the sarcophagus to absorb the corpse's energy and preserve the body, Han Dong'er's body after more than 2000 years of death still retains its original appearance.

"Xiao Minmin, go and have a look." Ye Wentian said.

"I...I..." Zhao Min felt uneasy, suddenly a little scared.

"Everything has to be faced, and it's not a bad thing." Ye Wentian looked at Zhao Min with encouraging eyes.

"Then... okay." Zhao Min nodded, and walked weakly towards the side of the sarcophagus.

Zhao Min didn't know how long it had been. Although it was only a few steps away, it felt like passing through vicissitudes.

finally reached!
Zhao Min took a deep breath, kept telling himself to be brave, glanced at Ye Wentian, then gently probed into the sarcophagus.

With just one glance, Zhao Min was stunned as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

(End of this chapter)