My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"What is the level of strength on the tribe's side?"

On the way, Ye Fan, who was silent for a long time, asked.

"The public loses double walls, the public loses Yu Yu and the public loses Che is the open world, and both of them have realized the sword intent and the sword intent respectively."

"There is also a mysterious master, probably from the Yuling faction, but also in the Open Heaven Realm."

"There are more than a dozen Chaos Realm, at least half of them are the elders of Yuling School and Xuanxiao School..."

Ye Ming looked worried: "Young master, although you have awakened the Golden Dragon bloodline, now you go to Hanxiang Pavilion, I'm afraid..."

"I have my plan."

"Yes! Ye Ming swears to follow!"

Ye Fan couldn't help smiling when he saw Ye Ming's "seeing death as home".

In fact, he was only worried about whether there would be a realm of power.

After all, he now needs to endure for a while, and he can't use Wushuang Jianyi, that would expose his identity.

Therefore, it will be more troublesome if you encounter the realm of the gods, especially those with magical skills.

This is why Ye Fan didn't want to go upstream too early.

Since the development of the Hongmeng Universe, there have been as many stars as there have been from ancient times to the present.

The core Hongmeng is certainly not small in number.

Even the eight sects in the upper reaches, from the three thousand sects below, continue to recruit mastery and open heaven.

Even if there are various losses in the pioneering battles.

But in the Eight Gates, there are still too many abilities to count.

Just think about any downstream sect, basically it has its own gods and ancestors.

Three thousand sects, casually, can count tens of thousands of gods and ancestors.

This is the confidence of the Hongmeng Universe and the courage to open up and fight in all directions, and it is also the reason why Satan chooses to admit counsel.

I can do well in the downstream, but to go upstream, there is no unparalleled rule, but it is difficult to get confused.

One-on-one is fine, but with one enemy, he doesn't have the rule of the emperor, and he is looking for death.

Ye Fan didn't want to expose himself before dealing with Ye Wuya with no certainty.

As Long Wu said, one cannot underestimate others.

Some things, after all, take time to pile up.

Fortunately, he now has the idea of ​​Phoenix Yuanji Pill, and with some new insights, Ye Fan still has confidence in himself.

Fortunately, this Hanxiang Pavilion belongs to the Shenlong clan.

To deal with these people below the power of God, Ye Fan's use of Shenlong blood alone is not a big problem, and it will not arouse suspicion.

The flying boat has been teleported five times.

The outside world has become covered with silver and snow.

The boundary of Hanxiang Pavilion is low all year round, and the population is relatively sparse in the Huansha River Basin.

Passing through several cities in the snow and ice, the flags of "Public Loss" have been planted on them.

Some "Hanxiang" flags painted with dragon patterns were randomly discarded aside.

The mortals in the city can feel a sad atmosphere even though they are walking on the streets.

"Young master, do you remember? Xiangyun City was not like this before, it was very lively."

"Since the war started, many mortals here have also been involved and died."

"A lot of people are afraid to go out now, and the public losers have scared the people here..."

Ye Ming gritted his teeth.

Ye Fan naturally didn't know, so he nodded.

"Young master, we are almost there".

"Why don't we sneak in from behind and see the situation?"

Ye Ming was very nervous and asked about countermeasures.

"No, go straight in".

Ye Ming sighed, now that he can only believe in his own young master who has suddenly become more powerful.

In front is a large snow plateau.

There are many blue buildings on it, like ice castles.

In many places, there are traces of battle, red and black blood stains, everywhere, before they can be buried by snow.

Thousands of monks from the public transportation tribe are entrenched in Hanxiang Pavilion.

And on a huge platform in the middle, it is a shocking picture!

"This...this is..."

"Master! Madam!--"

Ye Ming's eyes were red, and he roared!

Dozens of icicles stood on the platform.

At the top of each icicle, there are poking heads.

Men, women and children, all of them belong to the Ye family!

The two highest among them are the curator and his wife!

The miserable expression before death was still there, frozen.

"The young master... we are back late!!"

Although Ye Ming knew how bad things are, but when he really saw this cruel scene, he still couldn't control his emotions.

To be honest, Ye Fan doesn't know these people, so emotionally, there is not much fluctuation.

But... this slaughter of the Shenlong clan really made him feel unhappy.

The battle between the monks was cruel.

You can beat people to death, no problem.

But it's all dead, it's purely a habit to make it so cruel.

"Downstream sect challenge... Must you be so frantic?"

"Or, what blood feud does Hanxiang Pavilion have with the Gongzu tribe?"

Ye Fan frowned.

"The weak and the strong eat, the tribes want to replace the clans, and massacres are not uncommon."

"But the two brothers in the public transportation department have already wiped out their humanity in order to establish their prestige!"

"They know that our curator and his wife are very popular, so they must use thunder means to put their own mark."

Ye Fan chuckled: "It's also possible that someone asked to do this behind the scenes."

Ye Ming saw that Ye Fan didn't seem to have too strong mood swings, thinking that Ye Fan was holding back.

"Young master, cry out if you want to cry, you will drive yourself crazy if you hold back."

"For anyone, seeing their parents and relatives become like this, it will be unbearable..."

Ye Fan asked, "Do I still have a few older sisters?"

Ye Ming glanced at the icicles, a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.

"There are still Miss Four and Miss Six who haven't been out of the pavilion, they are indeed not there, maybe they are still alive!"

"I'm afraid it is the tribe who loses out and wants to put the three of you to death together and declare victory."

"Then let's go down."

Ye Ming gritted his teeth, "Yes!"

The exquisite main hall of Hanxiang Pavilion.

The elder brother in the double walls of the public and the patriarch, Gong Chuyu, is holding a jade symbol and communicating with one person.

"Master Jiang, you can marry the first beauty in Huanshahe with peace of mind. Here we are foolproof!"

"Make it clean, don't leave any words, I don't want my future wife to'misunderstand' something..."

"That's natural. When I look back, I must prepare a great gift to congratulate Master Jiang on his newly married..."

At this time, a tribe from outside ran in.

"The patriarch, the flying boat who lost to Elder Qing is back."

"Haha, good! The final curtain call is about to begin!"

"Master Jiang, our brothers will go to Xiangyun City to gather all the tribes and come to watch the ceremony!"

"The Ye family line of Hanxiang Pavilion will be completely broken today!"

Jiang Chengfeng sneered: "Don't let that fool... die too easily".

"Hehe... Don't worry, he will definitely regret it, having been in this world..."

The communication was cut off, Gong Yu Yu glanced at the side, Gong Yu Che who was drinking hot wine.

The two brothers got up and took a group of people out of the hall.

Many public losers have gathered around Feizhou, wanting to see the famous young fool master.