Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 591
Outside the tavern, there was an uproar. The ancestors of the nine ancient clans had arrived in person.

They stood outside the tavern, behind them were the young direct descendants of the clan, and there were layers of monks standing on the periphery, densely packed, with crowds of people surging, and even some monks, because they had nowhere to stay, all flew into the sky, heading towards Watch here.

The entire Tianshu City was boiling, and Ye Cheng wiped out the three great ancestors last night, which is really amazing!
"Hey, the rest are the holy ancestors of the nine ancient clans, all gathered here, is it going to start a terrifying battle?" Someone gasped, feeling terrified.

"I don't think there will be a fight. If we really want to fight, the ancestors of these ancient clans will not come with young people from the clan!" A Nascent Soul leader shook his head lightly, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Then what are the holy ancestors of the nine ancient clans doing here? Could it be to meet Ye Cheng, a Chinese man?" A Jindan cultivator asked, and for some reason, the word 'visit' suddenly flashed in his mind .

In the dictionary, "audience" means that a courtier kowtows to the emperor, or a foreign country who submits to the emperor, will also use this word when meeting the emperor.

The metaphor of this Jindan cultivator is not very appropriate. If it is like what he said, wouldn't it mean that the holy ancestors of the nine ancient clans are regarded as Ye Cheng's subjects?
All of a sudden, many eyes looked over, very unkind, with coldness, many people recognized them, they were all members of the Nine Great Ancient Clans.

"Hush! Silence!"

"Don't talk nonsense, these ancestors of the ancient clan, we can talk about them casually, be careful not to cause trouble!" Someone warned.

The Golden Core cultivator who made casual comments immediately closed his mouth, his face turned slightly pale, and he did not speak anymore.

"Humph!"

After the members of the nine ancient clans snorted coldly, they stopped looking at the Golden Core cultivator, which made him feel less stressed.

The atmosphere froze for a while, 10,000+ people gathered, outside the tavern, it was quiet, weird and abnormal.

Everyone's eyes were on the tavern, which was clearly only separated by a wall, but no one dared to use their spiritual sense to sweep over it. If they used their spiritual sense rashly, they might anger the people behind the dilapidated wooden door!
At this moment, Wang Youruo was standing behind the ancestor of the royal family, very well-behaved, looking in the direction of the tavern, her beautiful eyes were complicated.

The owner of the tavern turned pale with fright. On weekdays, his tavern only receives the most distinguished guests, who are only a mere Jindan cultivator. Nascent Soul cultivators basically don't come to this kind of place.

Today, just looking at the momentum outside the tavern, one can tell that the people who came are not ordinary people.

"Boss, I heard from people outside that the nine people standing in the front are the holy ancestors of the ancient clan..." the waiter was trembling all over, his lips were trembling, and said.

"What? The ancestor of the ancient clan, why did such a big man come here?" The hotel owner's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Could it be because of this little brother..."

The shop waiter pointed to Ye Cheng secretly, and said in a low voice.

The hotel owner's eyes were full of horror, seeing Ye Cheng still sitting there, drinking by himself, as if unaware of the changes in the outside world, the hotel owner mustered up his courage, after all, Ye Cheng looked like a big boy next door , harmless to humans and animals, compared with the imposing ancestors of the ancient clan from the outside world, it seems to be much easier to talk about.

"Brother, are those people outside looking for you?" The hotel owner asked hesitantly.

"Probably." Ye Cheng nodded slightly.

The owner of the hotel was startled and was very tangled up. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "Then...they are all big men. My small shop and temple are too small to accommodate you big Buddhas. Brother, please do me a favor. Change to another one? I beg you!"

At this moment, a loud and extremely loud sound came from outside the small hotel, like thunder, rumbling nearby.

"Ji Wuming of the Ji clan, please see fellow Daoist Ye Cheng of the Hua clan!" The holy ancestor of the Ji clan was the first to speak.

Next, the voices of the holy ancestors of the other ancient clans came one after another, one after another, each different, penetrating the wall of the small hotel, but their purpose was only one, to beg to see Ye Cheng.

At their level, they still use the word 'ask for a meeting', and they have already lowered their status, which is enough to see how much they attach importance to Ye Cheng.

"Liu Qingyuan from the Liu clan begs to see Fellow Daoist Ye!"

"The Patriarch of the Wind Clan..."

"Zhou Clan..."

"The Zhang family..."

"Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, please see fellow Daoist Ye of the Chinese family..."

When the ancestor of the royal family spoke, Wang Youruo behind him was extremely shocked. This kind of scene has been almost invisible in ancient times. Unless someone of the rank of Tianzun descended, how could the ancestors of the ancient clan unite and seek to see the same person?
"Back then, the Great Yi Tianzun of the Chinese race should be like this, suppressing the entire Ziwei Starfield, right?" ’ Wang Youruo thought to himself.

"The sword of Yun Yi, the ancestor of the Yun clan, is here!"

An old man with sword eyebrows spoke. He was tall and carried an ancient sword on his back. He was the only one who didn't say hello to Ye Cheng.

"The ancestor of the Yuan clan..."

"Ling Xiao, the patriarch of the Ling clan..."

The Holy Patriarch of the Ling Clan finally spoke. He paused for a moment, with a complex expression on his face, and a bitter taste in his mouth. His grandson Ling Xiao, who is a five-element spirit body, lost to this person five years ago. Unexpectedly, five years later, the Chinese Ye Cheng , can already suppress the entire Ziwei Starfield, and all the ancient tribes bowed their heads.

"Ling Xiaotian... Please see Fellow Daoist Ye!"

'That's all, as long as you can keep the Ling Clan safe, it doesn't matter if you bow to it. When Xiao'er returns to the Ling Clan, you can get back the face you lost today! Lingxiao Tianzu, the sage of the Ling clan, shook his head secretly.

In the myriad realms of the universe, the human race is a large clan, but among the human race, there are hundreds of clans, divided by surnames.

But there are exceptions. For example, some ancient life stars with extremely low-level development of civilization, the strength of a whole star is not as good as a race in the universe, such as the people on the entire planet of the earth. Named after the Chinese!

The ancestors of the nine clans of Ji, Liu, Feng, Zhou, Zhang, Wang, Yun, Yuan, and Ling gathered together to ask to see Ye Cheng. Destroy!
Outside the tavern, the sound of falling needles could be heard, Ye Cheng didn't speak, no one dared to act rashly.

The ancestors of the Nine Clans stood there, very embarrassed. The faces of the crowd watching were strange, but their hearts were extremely shocked.

'Let the ancestors of the Nine Clans wait outside, it's really bold! '

'Isn't this Chinese man afraid that the nine holy ancestors will be angry, rush into the tavern, and kill him directly?He can face three ancient sages alone, so is it possible that he can also fight against nine holy ancestors? 'Everyone thought in their hearts.

'These nine holy ancestors are really calm. If it were me, I'm afraid they would have rushed in! '

Because the Golden Core cultivator just now opened his mouth casually, and was warned by the eyes of the ancient people, so these onlookers no longer dared to speak casually, and could only discuss secretly in their hearts.

After a while, Ye Cheng poured himself three cups of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

"come in!"

After three glasses of wine, Ye Chengcai opened his mouth lightly, and the ancestors of the nine ancient clans outside walked into the tavern one after another with solemn expressions, as if they had heard the order.

"what!"

The owner of the tavern exclaimed, he was flattered that so many important figures entered his tavern, and moreover, he was afraid of causing trouble.

"Ok?"

Nine sharp eyes looked at the owner of the tavern, he was just an ordinary person, how could he bear the saint's questioning gaze, his whole body was trembling with fright, his face was pale, his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably, he almost fell to the ground .

"Hehe, it's really majestic to treat the master of the house like this when you're in someone else's house, the ancestor of the ancient clan!" Ye Cheng said with a sneer.

A divine sense came out through his body and protected the owner of the tavern. The coercion of the nine ancestors of the ancient clan could no longer attack the owner of the tavern, which made him feel relieved. The feeling of Yu Sheng, in just a short moment, the owner of the tavern was completely soaked.

'What a strong spiritual sense, it can resist the holy coercion of the nine holy ancestors! 'All the ancestors of the ancient clan were shocked.

Ji Wuming, the saint ancestor of the Ji clan, stepped forward. He was dressed in a purple robe, and his whole body exuded a faint radiance, like a fluorescent light. As expected of Houyi of the Chinese race, he has the demeanor of the Great Yi Tianzun back then, which I admire!"

"Five years ago, among the half-sages who besieged and killed me, you were one from the Ji family." Ye Cheng said with a half-smile.

Ji Wuming, the holy ancestor of the Ji clan, froze, and said embarrassingly, "It's all a misunderstanding. The old man came here today to resolve the misunderstanding."

"Haha, what Fellow Daoist Ji said is that my Wang family didn't do anything to harm Daoist Ye, and even brought an old friend to Daoist Ye." Wang Tianhua, the patriarch of the royal family, smiled and waved to Wang Youruo who was behind him.

"You Ruo, come here!"

"Yes, grandpa." Wang Youruo was extremely obedient and took a step forward.

Her skirts fluttered, and the dust was as clear as snow, like Fairy Lingbo in the fairy world, with a few strands of hair hanging down, all the young people who followed the ancestors of various races looked at her with fiery eyes.

"Meet fellow Daoist Ye soon." Wang Tianhua said.

"Junior Wang Youruo, I have met Ye Dao... Senior Ye!" Wang Youruo just opened his mouth and felt something was wrong, so he immediately changed his words and said to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng's face was calm, and he still poured himself a drink, as if he hadn't seen Wang Youruo. Seeing this, Wang Tianhua waved Wang Youruo to let him back down.

Wang Youruo stepped aside, like a child who has made a mistake, biting her red lips lightly, looking down at her toes, without saying a word.

"Hmph! Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua, you are too timid, why are you afraid of this son! Our nine saint-level beings gathered here to discuss matters with the person behind this son? Say, you should open the skylight and speak the truth!" Yun Yijian, the ancestor of the Yun clan, snorted coldly, and looked at Ye Cheng with pride.

"Oh? What do you want to say?" Ye Cheng looked at Yun Yijian with a faint smile on his lips.

Yun Yijian looked calm, he was not afraid of Ye Cheng at all, he shook his head and said: "My Yun clan has no grievances or enmities with you, and I have never sent a half-sage to besiege you. I came here today at the invitation of other ancient clan saints. Come to help! But now, the old man doesn’t believe at all. You, a mere Nascent Soul cultivation base of the Chinese people, can defeat the three holy ancestors and destroy the Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans. Behind you, there must be someone who will do it for you. All of this is on your head!"

As Yun Yijian said, he looked down at Ye Cheng proudly, his eyes were full of disbelief, even if there was a video, he still believed that Ye Cheng in the video was transformed by other people, otherwise how could someone use Yuan Ying as a cultivator, One person killed three holy ancestors in a row, and then wiped out three ancient clans?
The faces of the saint ancestors also changed for a while, and it was obvious that they had the same thoughts as Yun Yijian.

At their level, unless they saw it with their own eyes, they would not believe rumors from the outside world at all. If it was said that a sage king shot and killed the ancient sages of the Qin, Zhao, and Lin clans, that would be about the same.

"Don't pretend to be too calm. Just now someone used their spiritual consciousness to resist the holy power. I observed you. There is no fluctuation of spiritual consciousness on your body. It is not you who did it at all. All this proves that Ye Cheng, a Chinese man, you You are just a puppet, the person behind you is the real strong! Let the person behind you come out and talk to us, as you are not qualified to talk to the nine ancestors!"

Yun Yijian shook his head lightly, an ancient sword behind him clanked loudly, with a high fighting spirit, as if it would be unsheathed at any time.

"Oh, if that's the case, go out and kneel!" Ye Cheng nodded lightly, and said lightly.

"What did you say?" Yun Yijian's face suddenly darkened.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled bang, and Yun Yijian flew upside down, smashing into a huge hole on the wall of the tavern.

After Yun Yijian flew upside down, he rolled in the air for a while, and finally landed on the ground with a 'bang'. His knees were bent, his kneecaps were broken, and he was in a kneeling position!
"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, everyone outside the tavern gasped.

What's happening here?Why was a saint of the ancient clan suddenly knocked out and knelt on the ground?
(End of this chapter)