The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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Ye Chen gently hugged her gradually, and she became better and better. He gazed across the gate and saw Xiao Qingyu standing like a sword, with two pupils like swords and a face like water.

But Ye Chen didn't put him in the eye at all, but hugged Yao'er more tightly and stroked the top of her head with one hand.

"Well."

Yao'er's mouth made a comfortable cry like a cat.

The return of Yao'er is a big event for the entire small courtyard. Zhu Lao laughed for the first time in a few months, cooking for himself and making a table of medical meals. The neighbors around were also sensational, and the aunt personally sent a native chicken to her daughter.

The family is as before.

"Brother, there have been so many interesting things in these months. There are a lot of grandpas with white beards in the temple. They teach Yaoer different things every day. Grandpa Wang is good at alchemy, Grandpa Zhao will fly swords, and Qi Grandpa can train animals, he promised me a cute pet..."

Yaoer tweeted like a little sparrow.

Ye Chen knew that the grandfathers with white beard she said were the elders in the temple. As the only few Ningdan strongmen of the Chinese, each elder has a lofty status among the Chinese.

"Grandpa is very curious about his brother and asked me a lot about his brother. He also said that if Yao'er is to come back, he must say hello to his brother on his behalf."

"Right, brother, I saw Lord Xiao Qingyu. Although everyone said that Lord Xiao Qingyu was cold and unsmiling. But every time I saw Yao'er, Lord Xiao Qingyu would laugh. Once, I saw Lord Xiao Qingyu's sword. A water demon king the size of a mountain, split in two with a sword..."

Yao'er said here, and suddenly, she looked at Ye Chen with some worried eyes, seeing that Ye Chen was no different, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The practice for several months not only allowed Yao'er to become an immortal and to enter the realm of cultivation. Let her know that Ye Chen, who was once regarded as a man of heaven, is actually not very strong in cultivation.

Those extremely fierce Beihai sea monsters, for ordinary people, are invincible monsters. However, in the eyes of the immortals, there are only a few fierce beasts that build on the level of the body, compared with Xiao Qingyu who cut the water demon king, it is not worth mentioning at all.

After staggering this topic, Yao'er will no longer mention Xiao Qingyu's things, and will talk more about the interesting things in the Ling Temple, afraid of stimulating Ye Chen.

Regarding this point, whether it is Ye Chen or Zhu Lao, they are aware of each other, and they smile with each other without much words.

In the end, Yao'er said in earnest: "Brother, let Yaoer protect you in the future. I will become stronger and stronger, and I will never ask my brother to take risks for me."

"Okay, brother is waiting for you."

Ye Chen nodded with a smile, and scraped the little girl's nose, but her eyes were indifferent.

Yao'er didn't stay long in the small courtyard, that night. The people in the Ling Temple came, for the person who was Xiao Qingyu with a stinky face.

"Holy Girl, it's time to go back." Xiao Qingyu's face was grim.

"Master Xiao Qingyu, can't I stay here again?"

Yaoer got up, her small face full of reluctance.

Before Xiao Qingyu spoke, the flowers and jade on the side said sternly: "The road to practice is expensive and difficult. You are my Chinese saint. There must be no slack in it. Otherwise, how can we support the backbone of our family in the future? Bless the life?"

Yaoer looked back and looked at Ye Chen and Zhu Lao for help. She kept pulling Ye Chen's clothing corner with her small hand, looked down at her toes, and always refused to leave. Finally, Ye Chen smiled and touched her little head, saying that there would be opportunities to meet in the future. The little girl turned her head three times and was crowded away by many monks.

Before Xiao Qingyu left, he didn't say anything to Ye Chen, but just glanced coldly, as if Ye Chen was not worth his opening twice.

Hua Nongyu pierced Ye Chen fiercely. It seemed that as long as he was there, Yao'er would become indifferent and enterprising.

After that, Yao'er occasionally went back to the courtyard once in a while.

Every time Ye Chen asked her, he learned that it was Grandpa who spoke and tried to let her go home. According to Ye Chen's guess, the grandfather should be the elder of the Chinese ethnic group.

This is the oldest monk of the Chinese, the elder of the temple, and the leader of the entire temple.

"The few forbidden places in the Ling Temple seem to be known only by this elder, even the secrets of the entire Chinese family. Others may not know, but he should not understand. Should I find a time to ask this Hua Qianling?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly, and seemed to be making a decision.

In the sixth month of Ye Chen's arrival in Nanhua City, one day suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere of the whole Nanhua City began to distill. In the sky, a stream of escaped light flew quickly, converged from all directions, and fell in the Ling Temple. Each escaped light gleamed into the sky, transilluminating the spirit of the entire Ling Temple.

It is said that all the powerful Ningdan strongmen of the Chinese ethnic group have gathered in the Ling Temple. That night, a roaring bell sounded in the Ling Temple. Four doors wide open, representing the most elite royal forest army, standing out in droves in groups, galloping out of the city.

"Master, I heard that it was the Mithril clan, and the Chinese were monks. Under the order of the Ling Temple, they had carried out general mobilization to prepare for a deadly battle."

Zhu Lao inquired about the news.

"Mithril?"

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but sneer. He didn't take the initiative to find Mithril to settle the accounts. Instead, they came to death.

"The hatred between the Chinese and the Mithril has a long history. The Mithril have always wanted to annex the Chinese."

The aunt neighbor and others were worried.

The ethnic Chinese stand on the North Peninsula, and there are many great enemies. The Northern Sea Monster is only a minor problem. The biggest enemy is the Mithril. If the Mithril clan also has many enemies, and the Chinese have backers, it may not be able to support it.

"Unfortunately, my family has no true monarch, otherwise it will be bullied by the Mithril."

Next door Uncle Liu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I don't know when Master Xiao Qingyu can break through Jin Dan."

"It is said that in the southern jade city south of the Islands, a real surname of Ye Zhen, who is a Chinese, was killed. Even gold and silver were killed. Unfortunately, he was chased and killed by the three guards in a flash, otherwise How dare the Mithril people run wild?"

Only another neighbor, Su Xiu, shook his head and sighed.

Many Chinese people have heard about the true monarch. However, Ye Chen disappeared as soon as he appeared in the world. Many people heard that he was secretly killed by Wang Ting San Wei.

This made countless Chinese sigh.

Ye Chen heard that, watching with cold eyes, without opening, he was waiting for Mithril Ancestor to come to his own death.

...

On this day, Ye Chen, who was practicing retreat, suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky outside Nanhua City was suddenly shrouded in black clouds. The black clouds rolled, coming from the city. Look carefully, what is that black cloud. It's countless alien troops riding monsters. Up to two meters high, with a tiger's back and a waist, a silver warrior alien warrior, riding a beast, covering the sky from the sun. One hundred thousand.

Especially for the dozens of Mithril tribes, they are extremely powerful. They are all powerful in the Ningdan period, and the one standing in the middle is actually the Silver Lingzi.

"Hua Qianling, you shrink head turtle, get out for Lao Tzu!"

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