The Return of the City’s Cultivation

The night is deep, the stars are shining with misty light among the light clouds, the evening breeze is quietly blowing the leaves, and the waves are gently beating the coast. If it were not for the scene of the mountain crumbles on the top of the island, it must be a quiet and warm Night.

At this moment, the top of the mountain was gone early and looked very bleak, while the most central part of the island's bustling area was brightly lit.

There stands one of the most magnificent and luxurious villas on the island. Its style inherits the essence of ancient Chinese architecture. It combines ancient style, elegance, simplicity and beauty. A single villa is implicit and beautiful, with the taste of a natural avenue. .

This villa dimmed all the lights on the island, even the starlight. It is obviously a symbol of status and power, and the unique pinnacle of the Chinese martial arts world.

Sitting on the black walnut Zen armchair in the living room of the villa, Ye Tian, ​​he looked like an ancient well, he was so indifferent to the common people, as if the battle that nearly destroyed the island just now had nothing to do with him.

His next heads are Ba Shengjie, Yang Qisheng, Tang Qianyi, and there are more than twenty people waiting on the sidelines.

They were shaking all over, thinking of the battle that destroyed the world just now, and the appearance of another dimension broke their cognition, and these were smashed by a sword in front of Ye Tian.

Thinking of all this, they were almost untenable.

However, Ye Tian in front of him was calmly tasting the fragrant tea, taking a mouthful, calmly making people want to roar.

"Damn it, it looks like a young man in no way!"

"Ye Tianzun is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he has such a heartbreaking demeanor. This kind of courage to crush the world is like having experienced hundreds of thousands of vicissitudes."

Everyone felt that they couldn’t see through Ye Tian more and more. Whenever they thought of the harmless young man sitting there, killing Lin Yingnan with a sword, they kept trembling. Everyone’s face was not a look of worship, almost Kneeling on the ground, Ba Shengjie murmured: "It's worthy of being a figure leading the transformation of China."

"You are the hope of China."

Thinking of this, he was so excited that he burst into tears, and he couldn't control his emotions for a while, and bowed to Ye Tian: "Ye Tianzun, you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. I want to serve you as the Lord and treat you. Every order will never hesitate to die."

Ye Tian swallowed the big red robe lightly, waved his hand and said, "Sorcerer Ba, you are serious." He pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit all of you."

Everyone hurriedly bent their waists to ninety degrees, shook their heads in fear and respect, and didn't even dare to dare. They felt that they were not qualified to sit down in front of Ye Tian.

The Ba Witch Master was even more flattered, squeezing out his face full of folds: "Ye Tianzun, never call me Ba Witch Master again. I can't afford it. It's better to call Ba Shengjie Old Slave."

"Old slave?"

If other people heard that the Ba Witch Master wanted someone to call him an old slave, they would think that this was the biggest joke in the world, but none of the people present felt wrong.

Ye Tian gave a bitter smile unexpectedly, opposed his proposal, and said, "I'll call you Balo."

"Yes!" Ba Shengjie didn't dare to disobey his order. After he agreed, he thought in his heart, as long as I call you Lord, it's fine as long as I call you Lord. As for you, I'll be as happy as you are. At this time, only Ye Tian said again: "How is Master Tang?"

Tang Qianyi's eyes are red and swollen, and his face is haggard, sobbing: "Settled in the bedroom, with your life-saving pills, your life will at least be saved."

"but……"

Thinking of her father's miserable appearance, she couldn't help sobbing again.

Ba Shengjie said quickly: "If Ye Tianzun hadn't suspended Tang Sect Master's life, I might have nothing to do."

"But now things have turned for the better."

"In Sichuan, there are many capable people and strangers. Some witchcraft techniques can be explained by non-medical science. They are amazing and extraordinary. Give me one month. I promise to return you a vigorous father."

Tang Qian couldn't help himself, tears fell down, and she was about to kneel down. She was raised up by Ba Shengjie. She couldn't help but thanked her, but Ba Shengjie said, "After that, my old man Everything, according to Ye Tianzun's instructions, do you want to thank or thank Ye Tianzun.

Tang Qianyi looked at Ye Tian beautifully, with grievances and excitement in her heart, admiration and joy rushing forward, and she actually had the urge to plunge into Ye Tian's arms. The man in front of her was just like she imagined, a hero.

"Ye Tian, ​​I... everything about me... just by your words." She blushed, and she said something like this in public, then bit her lip and looked at Ye Tian nervously after she said it.

Ba Shengjie laughed and said with a pun: "Haha, we will all be a family from now on!"

After listening, Ye Tian didn't dare to agree, but with a few words of comfort, he hurriedly changed the topic, and said to Ba Shengjie: "It should not be too late. Go and invite the capable people from Sichuan to heal for Tang Sect Master."

Ye Tian naturally has a way to reshape his body, but it is not something Tang Zhenyue can bear. Since Ba Shengjie is 100% sure, he is not willing to take this risk.

Ba Shengjie replied, "We have already contacted the ship just now."

Ye Tian followed by taking out five bright-white Shouyuan Pills, thinking that they would definitely be enough, and said: "By the way, I sent someone to give these five medicinal pills to Jing Jinzhong's family."

...

On the second day, the warm sun was shining, there was no wind, the sea did not rise, and it was calm like a blue mirror.

The huge auction hall, the magnificent decorations on the auction stage, the splendid background spray painting, the eye-catching colorful lighting, the colorful flower and vine decorations and the bouquets, now look more like a grand and beautiful stage.

In the auction room, thousands of people have gathered together, and they are automatically divided into two rows. This time they came here is different from the last time. They are going to participate in the invitation meeting for Tang Qianyi to be officially promoted to the master of the gossip door.

"Why hasn't Ye Tianzun come yet?"

Many people have their necks stretched out into giraffes, looking at the door eagerly, and when they mention the name, they all show respectful expressions.

"What are you anxious about? Ye Tianzun still has to follow your time to fail!"

Hearing that his leg softened, the man almost lay on the ground in shock, stuttering and retorted, "I...Where do I mean, I...I..."

The purpose of their coming today is to observe the change of the master of the Bagua Sect, but the real purpose is for Ye Tian.

In the corner of the hall, there were Luo Zhenren, Yi Yuanzong and others who were tied and kneeled there by Wuhuada. All of them looked ashamed and dejected.

After a while, Tang Qian also walked in, accompanied by the elders of the Eight Diagrams Gate.

She wore a golden elegant long-sleeved tulle dress, with a beautiful face, and a graceful figure that was almost perfect, giving people a sense of beauty and unrealism, like a fairy descending from the sky.

When everyone saw her, they bowed their bodies neatly, bowed their heads together, raised their voices, as if vying for a bright voice: "Hello, Lord Tang!"

Everyone does not know that this woman who may be Ye Tianzun in the future is too late for them to respect, let alone the respect of the sect master, even the sect leader has not enjoyed such treatment.

At this moment, "Da Da Da" footsteps sounded outside the door, and everyone looked up, but saw a figure burst into their eyes and into their hearts.

The man walks neither fast nor slow, but it seems that every foot is on the hearts of everyone, and the heart beats with his steps.

He travels like a king. Everyone kneels on one knee subconsciously wherever he goes. In the crowd, no one can be higher than him.

He stood there calmly, when Ling Juding, looking down at the small mountains, like a king over the world.