"Young Master Ye, our president has a request. Do you dare to get together?"

"But Wei" said arrogantly.

"Yeah, the president of the Qinglong Association, I personally invite you? This is interesting."

Ye Xiuwen gently put his fingers on his hair on his temples and said.

At this time, Yue'er on the side said, "The 'Meng Qinglong' of the Qinglong Society is a master of the fourth level of Qihai. In addition, the Qinglong Society has two other masters of Qihai Realm, the 'Saint Scholar' and 'Yueren Tu'. They are not weak. They once killed a 5th level of Qihai with the power of three people. It will be very dangerous if we go."

"How dangerous will it be?" Ye Xiuwen asked with a smile.

"You want to use the Heavenly Sword again? Are you injured?" Yue'er said with a frown.

"It's okay, Shaolin's Great Huan Dan has a very good effect. This even makes me feel like I want to break through the critical point.

Although it hurts the sword this day, it hurts me, but the benefits it brings are incomparable to ordinary martial arts moves. The heavier he hurts me, the tougher the meridians in my body, and the smoother the vital energy flows in my body...."

"But you don't want your life?" Yue'er grabbed Ye Xiuwen's arm and said nervously.

"This is an era of life-threatening struggle. At least now, I still have a chance to fight for life. Let's go!"

Ye Xiuwen smiled faintly, while Yue'er's brows became tighter.

She wants to become stronger and stronger. She wants to stand in front of Ye Xiuwen and no longer let him protect herself.

Yue'er held the hilt of her sword tightly, held the things in the car, and followed Ye Xiuwen tightly.

Ye Xiuwen was having a lot of fun and had fun with the "Buster Wei".

"But Wei" laughed apologetically on the surface, but he said in his heart: Laugh, laugh! When you see the president, you will cry.

When I was young, I arrived at the top of the mountain and there was a pavilion. The pavilion had eight corners and was raised upwards.

There are not many people in the pavilion, only three people.

One of them was wearing a wide black robe. The black robe and a hat covered the whole person. I don’t know who was inside the black robe. I could only see a fair-skinned hand, sending the tea bowl to the black robe.

In addition to this man in black robe, there is also a man wearing emerald clothes. This man has a thin figure and prominent joints.

There was a weapon like a sickle next to him.

The weapon is a pair, which is much less curvature than an ordinary sickle. It is probably similar to the style of a Damascus knife. But it is about twice as long as the Damascus knife.

There was another person wearing a white robe, a scholar's scarf on his head, and a folding fan in his hand. He was watching Ye Xiuwen, Yueer and others walking away.

At the same time, Ye Xiuwen also looked at the scholar. If he was not mistaken, this person would be the "saint-hand scholar".

There is a word "Saintly Scholar" in the name of "Saintly Scholar". A discerning person will know at the moment that this person is a master of Qihai Realm.

In addition to this person, Ye Xiuwen speculated that the person wearing green clothes was probably the one known as the "Moon Man Tu" in the martial arts world.

This man is not low in strength, and he kills people like a numbness. What's even more terrifying is his two knives.

Not only is his sword like a sickle, but also has serrated teeth on it. When ordinary swords meet these two swords, they will be crushed in a moment.

Ye Xiuwen recognized both of the "Saintly Hand Scholar" and "Yue Renshu". Then the last person in black robe must be the president of the Qinglong Society, "Meng Qinglong".

"Meng Qinglong" is not as tall as Ye Xiuwen imagined, but it seems to be a little shorter than his figure.

"Meng Qinglong" did not look up at this time, just as if Ye Xiuwen had never existed.

But at this moment, the "Yueren Tu" simply pressed his hand on his knife.

"Swish!"

The body of "Yueren Tu" instantly disappeared on the stone pier, and in a moment, the green color flashed and it fell in front of Ye Xiuwen.

"Go to die!"

"Yueren Tu" roared angrily, but Ye Xiuwen's mouth moved slightly. He drew the sword with his left hand, and the green sword light slashed out from bottom to top. With a clanging sound, he collided with the "Yueren Tu"'s sword.

"Wao! Was!"

At the intersection of the impact, a wailing sound came from the sound, which was actually the sword energy colliding with each other.

"Do you want to fight with me? You may die!" Ye Xiuwen said with a slightly playful smile.

The "Yueren Tu" was fierce and grabbed another knife on the table with his left hand.

But at this moment, the "Meng Qinglong" in a black robe patted gently, and the constantly shaking long sword and the "Yueren Tu" failed to capture it.

"President?" 'Yueren Tu' asked angrily.

"Come back!"

"Meng Qinglong" spoke, and it turned out to be the voice of a woman. But this voice had an irresistible majesty.

"Yueren Tu" snorted, put away his knife and retreated, and Ye Xiuwen had no intention of chasing him.

"I really didn't expect that the terrifying 'Meng Qinglong' in the world would be a woman?" Ye Xiuwen smiled.

"Yes! I didn't expect that a small Cao Gang would have a person like Mr. Ye.

I wonder if the little girl invites the young master to have a cup of tea, can she enjoy her face?" 'Meng Qinglong' said again.

"Haha, honor is so great!" Ye Xiuwen said with a smile.

"Xuwen, beware that the tea is poisonous." Yue'er reminded.

"Hey, I think President Meng is also an open-minded person, how could he poison the tea?" Ye Xiuwen continued to laugh. At this time, "Yueren Tu" and "Saint-Hand Scholar" had already given up their positions.

Both of them stood behind "Meng Qinglong", while Ye Xiuwen sat opposite "Meng Qinglong".

A maid came over to pour tea for Ye Xiuwen. The tea flowed into the bowl and turned out to be green, just like honey.

"What kind of tea is this?" Ye Xiuwen had never seen such tea before and asked directly.

"There is spring in the hall! This tea is sweet and you can't get used to it, so you can't drink it." said 'Meng Qinglong'.

"Haha, since you are here, how can you be worthy of the host's reception if you don't taste it?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled and gently picked up the tea bowl.

"Xuwen, let me drink it first." At this moment, Yue'er stopped him. Because obviously, this tea is different from ordinary tea.

"What are you? You actually want to drink my tea?" "Meng Qinglong" said coldly.

"I'm not a big deal, but I'll have a drink of your tea." Yue'er disdained and snatched the tea bowl from Ye Xiuwen's hands.

And at this moment, the "Meng Qinglong" took action directly, just by waving his sleeves, a stream of air like an iron whip, hitting the moon.

Yue'er was not vague. She grabbed her left hand and the green color wrapped around her palm, and she actually hit her with the iron whip-like airflow.

Both sides used their true energy. If a conflict broke out in this pavilion, I am afraid that this drink would end up unhappily! ...
Chapter completed!