There are countless gods behind me

Chapter 189: The Human King Appears!

"Vain."

Ye Tianyu opened his mouth lightly, seeing that Yan Hantian beheaded the two chaoyuan realm warriors, he turned his head and walked down the mountain indifferently, ignoring the shocked and awed expressions of those chaoyuan realm warriors, and walked on his own.

Everyone looked at the back of Mr. Ye, feeling an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

In particular, the scene of witnessing two Chaoyuan Realm powerhouses being beheaded by this powerhouse under the shadow of Mr. Ye, like a mustard, is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

"Hey!" A strong man in Chaoyuan Realm sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly.

Some people are tyrannical to a certain extent, even if they are at the end of their strength, they still have the means to kill!
Ye Tianyu drifted away, until all this time, he never looked at anyone.

It was as if, on this vast red land, he was not the one who defeated the four masters of the Leng Yue Sect in a row.

He, just a bystander, came and went!
In the distance, Leng Wushuang narrowed his eyes, looking at Ye Tianyu's figure, "wasting effort" was like an invisible blade, which made his face turn pale, and at the same time made him feel a strong fighting spirit.

"Hehe. Old leader, you really provoked a terrible existence!"

Leng Wushuang smiled lightly and said indifferently
On that day, the news of Ye Tianyu's consecutive defeat of the four masters of Leng Yuejiao spread throughout Qingbei City, even Qingbei County, and even radiated all the counties!
It made everyone unbelievable that it was a young man who could have such fighting power, a young man in his teens!
Mr. Ye!Ye Renhuang!
After thousands of years, has another Emperor of Qing Kingdom been born?

In the imperial capital, a man was sitting by the lake in the forest, with a sword on his knees, the scabbard was simple and simple, without any decoration or pattern.

Suddenly, the young man got up and drew his sword, his figure fell in the air, and he chopped down with a sword.

Without revealing the slightest bit of cold light, and without causing the slightest disturbance, the lake in front of him was split into two quietly.

The young man withdrew his sword, slowly landed by the lake, turned around and looked not far away, and a figure slowly appeared there.

Is an old man.

"What's the matter?" The young man had a cold face, cherishing words like gold.

The old man smiled wryly, walked over and handed a sound transmission talisman to the young man, the young man took it, the spiritual power flowed, and after a few breaths, the talisman shattered.

"That's right!" He said with a cold face, and then sat facing the lake, meditating here, as if nothing in this world could move his heart.

The heart is as strong as a sword!

This young man has the title of the famous imperial capital, the king of the sword, Chu Yuyang!
Outside the imperial capital, in a big mountain, there is an incense burner, and some of them are sitting in a wooden house, practicing calligraphy.

The writing is like the wind, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake!
"So elegant!" A faint voice sounded from outside the room, but it didn't make the scholar pause at all.

The door opened quietly, and suddenly, the pen and ink on the paper suddenly rose up. Every word, as if it contained spirituality, evolved into a virtual image of a monster, like a dragon transforming into a tiger, rushing towards the door.

The sleeves trembled lightly, the spirit glowed everywhere, and the pen and ink broke instantly.

A middle-aged man quietly looked at the scholar in the room.

After the pen stopped, the scholar raised his head, the twilight shone on his fair face, his brows were full of elegance, he said with a faint smile, "Uncle Long, why did you come to my humble room today?"

The man shook his head and smiled, "If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals! Who dares to call the house of the King of the Spiritual Pen a shabby room in the entire Qing Kingdom?"

"The head of the family ordered me to give you something to look at!"

The man smiled lightly, and took out a stone with countless spiritual patterns and talismans engraved on it. With a slight shock, the stone shattered, and countless photons surged in the midair, forming a void picture scroll.

In the picture scroll, there is a purple-robed boy who kills one person with one sword!
"Tell my father, I know!"

The young scholar smiled and said, "Uncle Long, do you want some tea?"

Uncle Long smiled, shook his head and said, "No, no, no! How can I drink tea? Wine is just right for me!" While speaking, he took out a jug of wine from nowhere, took a sip, and let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, the young scholar smiled lightly, but saw that Uncle Long looked at his clean face and said, "The Patriarch asked me to ask you, when will you leave the mountain? I am afraid that the current world will be chaotic!"

"Well! In a few days, I will go out for a walk." The young scholar said.

"The king of the Li family also went out, as if to watch the battle. And the king of the palace also went to see the beauty." Uncle Long drank and laughed.

"Hehe. I missed a good show." The young scholar smiled lightly, and quietly put down the pen covered with mysterious spirit patterns in his hand, "But it's okay, what should come will always come!"

It was night, above Qingbei City, the sky was surging with wind and clouds.

In the courtyard where Ye Tianyu lived, two figures stood erect in the courtyard, with spirit lights moving around them.

These are two teenagers, each without an arm.

However, the sharpness of the two of them made people ignore such a flaw in an instant.

"Sometimes, I really don't understand how Young Master Ye cultivated? How can he be so monstrous?"

Tong Wubian looked at Tiancandique who was cultivating quietly, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Ye Tianyu, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at Ye Tianyu, who was practicing by the two of them.

This kind of exclamation is very sincere.

When Ye Tianyu came back, he knew that Ye Tianyu had won!

Thinking about the daytime, he also wanted to go with him, but was coldly rejected by Ye Tianyu.

"What are you doing here? Are you sending someone to those Chaoyuan warriors taught by Leng Yue?"

To this day, the gray-haired old man still feels exhausted when he thinks of these words.

"He is a monster, but that doesn't mean everyone is a monster!"

Tong Wubian couldn't help sighing in his heart, his face turned slightly bitter.

Hit, get hit!
I don't know how the old man Li who followed Ye Tianyu back then survived like this!

"call!"

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew by, and Tian Candiqian, who was breathing out and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, and with a shake of one arm, a three-inch dagger appeared in both hands.

The dejected Tong Wubian at the side also looked upright at this moment, looking at the courtyard.

Ye Tianyu's eyes showed a hint of admiration for Tian Candiqian's reaction, and he said lightly: "There is no need to be vigilant." Then he turned his head to look at one place,
"Come out! You haven't made any progress!"

After finishing speaking, the figure of an old woman appeared, with a wry smile on her old face.

She is Xu Ning!

"Bang bang bang!"

Xu Ning placed the three large packages in front of the courtyard, and looked at Ye Tianyu respectfully, with respect in his eyes.

This young man is the Emperor of the Four Great Masters of the Leng Yue Sect!

"Young Master Ye!"

At this moment, a beautiful white figure also came from the void and landed on the ground, with a little spirit glowing from its body, and a touch of respect on its gentle and pleasant face, saluting to Ye Tianyu.

Jun Shuzi is wearing a white dress palace attire, matched with his outstanding appearance, it is quite out of the world.

For Jun Shuzi's arrival, Ye Tianyu was not surprised, he nodded slightly, and gestured to the two teenagers beside him.

"Whoa!"

Tian Can Di Que flew out, swung the dagger in his hand, and opened all the bags
(End of this chapter)