Rebirth: The Return of the Great

Ye Yan thought for a while: "It's just that soldiers come to block, and water comes to cover."

What a big breath!

"Don't forget, you are only in the acquired realm now!" Shi Yourong couldn't help but reminded.

Do you think you are a fourth-grade powerhouse?

Then you are sitting on a third-grade magic weapon, and no one dares to provoke you.

"I know." Ye Yan nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In any case, this is Jiangnan College, which was run by the Great Xia Dynasty. Whoever dares to openly kill or seize here means challenging the Great Xia Dynasty. This involves the most principled and bottom-line issues. We must first consider whether there is enough wealth to raise troops to rebel.

The vast majority of the forces have families and businesses, old and young, so it is impossible to say that rebels can be revolted.

Therefore, these forces will definitely lure them, and they will do it if they cannot, and they will not be selected in the academy.

Ye Yan pinched his brows, it would be great if he could retrieve his Emperor Yan's furnace, this is the emperor's soldier who has been warmly raised by him for two generations.

It's a pity that with his current strength, he can't go to the 33rd floor of the Nether at all.

Seeing that Ye Yan's oil and salt did not enter, Shi Yourong was very angry, and shook his sleeves: "Go to hell!"

The little beauty was angry, and her kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and she never wanted to see this arrogant man again!

Looking at her back, Ye Yan just smiled.

Shi Yourong came with good intentions, although his attitude was a little bit awkward, so he also treated him with kindness.

When Shi Yourong just left, someone else came.

In summer, the third son of the Wuwei Palace.

"Haha, Brother Ye!" He walked into the room with a big laugh. He was dressed in fancy clothes, tall and tall. Coupled with the power of the prince of the palace, it gave people a strong sense of oppression, even if Liu Tongxi and Sha Mao saw He will lose his momentum.

But how could this make Ye Yan bow down?

He was indifferent. The prince of the palace in front of him was still a bit of a man. Yesterday, he was so angry that it seemed like nothing had happened today.

"Let's talk about it," he said.

So blunt!

Summer suddenly felt annoyed in his heart, but he still endured it.

Those who do big things, can't bear to be small and make big plans!

He kept smiling and said, "I came here to give you some advice."

The old **** Ye Yan was there, but he didn't answer.

This means that if you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go.

Xia Xiahou squeezed his fist and really wanted to slap Ye Yan's stinky face, but if it's a big deal... be patient!

"The two of your subordinates are talented people." He began to say, "This prince has taken a fancy to them, and will let them follow this prince in the future. This prince will definitely cultivate with the resources of the palace."

"Also, although the third-grade magic weapon is precious, it can't play a big role in your hands. On the contrary, it will only cause you trouble. You will give it to this prince, and this prince will definitely not treat you badly. I'll give you a seventh-grade magic weapon."

"Don't worry, you will follow this prince in the future, and protect your prosperity and wealth all your life!"

Ye Yan was a little surprised, and said: "You are just empty words, you are asking for treasure from me - it is barely a treasure, where did you get your courage?"

Really admire!

Xia Xiahou couldn't help blushing, and said a little angrily: "You don't believe in this prince?"

"Why should I believe you?" Ye Yan asked back.

This can't be discussed.

Summer Hou Senran looked at Ye Yan: "Don't you forget who this prince is?"

"Are you threatening me?" Ye Yan asked in disappointment. Apart from "promising the temptation first, and then using it to threaten", does this kind of person have any new tricks?

boring.

"Not bad!" Since Ye Yan had said so, Xia Xiahou simply ripped his face away, "There is no reason why this prince wants something!"

"Then try it." Ye Yan said lightly.

In the summer, he wanted to do it, but he himself was only the ninth floor of the day after tomorrow. Ye Yan had climbed to the eightieth step on the Ascension Ladder before, and his potential was stronger than his own. Besides, the other party still had a third-grade magic weapon in his hand.

Not to be impulsive.

This is the academy, even if he is the prince of the palace, he has to abide by the rules and cannot bring the guards in, otherwise he just needs to let the guards do it.

Openly let the guards come in to snatch?

Then he will be cut to death by his father, and he will fall out of favor completely in the future, and he will no longer be eligible for the throne.

Therefore, he must endure.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

"Okay, Ye Yan, remember today, you rejected this prince, you will regret it later." He dropped a sentence and walked away.

Another **** off.

If anger can increase his cultivation, then he should return to the emperor realm soon.

Next, there was an endless stream of people who came to visit his yard, all of whom were students and teachers representing various wealthy families—although they were killed by the Sunfury Longbow, some of them still slipped through the net.

They came for only one purpose: a third-grade magic weapon!

"Meng Feihan is here on behalf of the Wu family." A student walked in directly. "Ye Yan, I won't go around in circles with you, hand over the Sunfury Longbow, and the Wu family can give you countless wealth."

Ye Yan glanced at him and said lightly, "What if I don't?"

Meng Feihan shook his head: "If I were you, I would never choose to refuse."

Ye Yan laughed: "The key is that you are not me!"

rub, can you speak?

Meng Feihan was so embarrassed that he wanted to fight the case, but when he thought of his mission, he had to settle his mind and threatened: "Ye Yan, you must know that the Wu family is a seventh-rank force!"

"Oh, seventh grade." Ye Yan said casually.

Can the seventh grade be considered a power?

Meng Feihan only felt angry, why was it so tiring to talk to this person?

"You're just a small acquired realm, don't you have this self-knowledge?" He finally couldn't help but patted the table.

Ye Yan's face sank and looked at him.

Suddenly, an indescribable power flowed.

This is the avenue! It is the source!

With Meng Feihan's will, how could he be able to bear it, he immediately knelt down with a snap, trembling all over, inexplicable fear.

"Go away!" Ye Yan waved his hand.

Meng Feihan fled in a bum, and when he came to the door, he was still in shock, only to feel that his heart was still beating very fast, and the cold sweat was still seeping out in waves.

How could a boy in the Houtian realm have such a fierce and terrifying look?

This glance, as if the sky is collapsing, as if the ground is split, no words can describe its majesty.

He took a few breaths, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then shouted inside: "Ye Yan, how dare you refuse the kindness of my Wu family, you are dead! No one can save you. !"

After all, he was afraid that Ye Yan would chase after him, so he ran away quickly.

As soon as he left, another teacher came. He was supported by the Han family in the city.

Naturally, he was also **** off.

But of course, as a teacher, he couldn't say harsh words in public, but lowered his voice and made threats, which was no different from Meng Feihan before.

One after another, Ye Yan became impatient and asked Hu Zi to come over to guard the gate, but none of them were seen!

If anyone doesn't know the fun anymore, they will just fly away.

With Huzi as the door god, the yard was really quiet.