The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

That ethereal voice made them feel even more dazed than the imperial soldier Zhongming who had just appeared.

It's a pity that "Young Master" in An Miaoyi's mouth was not what they were talking about after all.

The two doors of the Zuixianque slowly opened, and six maids in palace costumes came out, saluted Ji Haoyue Yaoyuekong and others, and then invited several Tianjiao to enter the Zuixianque.

Ye Fan, who felt that there was nothing to watch, was bored, turned his head and was about to pull the black emperor's bald tail and turned to leave. An Miaoyi's voice came from the attic of Zuixianque again:

"Isn't Young Master Ye unwilling to come in and have a drink with the little girl?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard An Miaoyi's voice, even Ji Haoyue and the others who walked into the Drunk Immortal Tower slowly retracted their feet.

Young Master Ye?Who else in the world can be called Young Master Ye by An Miaoyi?

"Sacrament Ye Fan!"

Everyone's heart jumped out of the same answer in an instant, and all the doubtful expressions all turned into shock.

The Eucharist Ye Fan has not heard any news for five years. Fairy Miaoyi suddenly mentioned Ye Fan. Could it be that he also came here?

Everyone whispered, and some people even started to turn their heads to look for Ye Fan in the crowd.

Ye Fan, who was the only one in the crowd who turned his back to Zuixianque and planned to leave, froze in place at this moment, feeling speechless for a while.

He now deeply regrets not giving himself a makeover.

"Ye Fan, he is the Eucharist Ye Fan!"

It didn't take long for someone to recognize Ye Fan directly, and shouted loudly at Ye Fan, everyone immediately focused their eyes on Ye Fan.

Pulling on the black emperor's bald tail, Ye Fan kept his expression from coughing so awkwardly, and turned around slowly.

The Eucharist Ye Fan, who hadn't appeared in five years, actually reappeared in front of everyone in such a way, which was a bit embarrassing.

There is no way to leave in the public, not to mention being named by the fairy Miaoyi who has never met.

In desperation, Ye Fan had no choice but to bring Duan De and the Black Emperor into the Drunk Immortal Tower under the scorching gaze of envy and hatred of the young cultivators.

"I didn't expect to see each other like this."

When entering the Zuixianque, Ji Haoyue, who has always been taciturn, said to Ye Fan indifferently. .

Chapter [-] The Emperor Bell Rings Again

When Ye Fan was on Earth, he never walked into entertainment places such as bars and nightclubs, but now he feels awkward when he walks into such a windy place like Zuixianque.

On the contrary, he followed his fat Taoist Duan De, watching the female disciples of the Wonderful Desire Nunnery in the Drunk Immortal Tower almost dropping the Harazi to the ground. He was hurt a few words by the Heihuang for this, but Ye Fan felt that the Heihuang's unwillingness was pure and simple. for racial reasons.

Apart from Ji Haoyue, who was fairly familiar, Yao Yuekong and the others who were invited in together looked at Ye Fan with bristling fighting intent.

After all, this Holy Body, who has not appeared in five years, has resisted the blow of the imitation imperial weapon with his own strength in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Although it is only one-thousandth of the power, it is enough to move people, not to mention that he has not appeared in five years, and no one believes that his realm will stay where he is.

Stepping up to the pavilion of the Drunk Immortal Tower, Ye Fan and the others saw the four screens surrounding the room, and one of them was looming in a palace attire.

"Since I've already come up, won't the fairy welcome her with the truth?"

The eldest prince from the Daxia Dynasty in Zhongzhou asked politely, he came from a royal family, and he was born with a kind of majesty.

Hearing the first prince's words, Qian Ying on the inside of the screen smiled softly, then got up and walked out.

At that moment, Ye Fan only felt that there was a gentle spring breeze blowing on his face in the pavilion.

Although he had already hinted that he should not be easily moved, the moment he saw An Miaoyi's true face, Ye Fan admitted that his heart still trembled.

The slender figure was set off by the silver-white palace costumes to bring out the elegant and moving lines. The long hair like a waterfall fell down, the face was as white as a flawless fairy jade, and the facial features seemed to be perfectly crafted by a skilled craftsman. Eyes like stars.

Standing in front of Ye Fan and the others exudes a holy and elegant aura, but even though the beautiful face is smiling, it still makes people feel frosty nobility and glamour.

Her beauty is even more than that of Yao Xi, the Holy Maiden of Fluctlight.

And the contradictory feeling in her body made people involuntarily have an urge to approach her and discover more.

In the golden sea of ​​bitterness, the small pagoda vibrated gently, and immediately restored Ye Fan's clarity.

Seeing Ye Fan's eyes regaining clarity, An Miaoyi's face showed an imperceptible movement.

Immediately, Ji Haoyue and others slowly recovered their calm.

At their level, it is naturally impossible for them to lose control because of An Miaoyi's beauty like the ordinary cultivators downstairs in the Drunk Immortal Tower.

"Invite a few young masters and the little girl to share a few drinks."

An Miaoyi waved her sleeves and motioned Ye Fan and the others to sit down...

Several wine glasses collided gently, but it was Qin Xuan who was sitting in the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Ji Void and others were drinking wine leisurely.

The eunuch Peach Wine, which has been treasured for thousands of years, can be called a magic medicine. One drop is enough to make those cultivators who are trapped in the realm soar to the sky, but several great emperors clink glasses and drink together without any pain at all.

Hearing the muffled sound of the ban being attacked outside Zishan, Xing Yi raised the wine glass in his hand and shook his head and smiled:

"I didn't expect these juniors to have regressed to this level."

From their point of view, the strength of the nine major forces gathered outside the Zishan Mountain can be said to be completely inadequate.

Except for the nine holy masters, plus the elders of the major forces, the realm of saints is not more than twenty, and the number of saints who can reach the pinnacle of saints is even more so.

This level of strength, if there is no support from the Supreme Dao Emperor, even if it is bombed for tens of thousands of years, it may not be able to leave a crack in the prohibition of Zishan.

Qin Xuan smiled nonchalantly, but just raised his head and drank the fine wine in the cup.