"Come with me, the witch saint wants to see you." The blue eyes of the witch woman looked at Ye Yan, looking a little curious.

What a supreme existence Wu Sheng is, even the arrogance of the clan has a hard time seeing him, but now he has taken the initiative to invite a young human race, which makes her full of curiosity. This human race has three heads and six arms, or what.

But no matter how she looked at it, there was nothing unusual about this young man, which made her puzzled.

Witch Saint?

Wu Ming!

Ye Yan nodded: "Okay."

Lin Danyan's three daughters, Hu Zi, Zhan Jiuyuan and others could only wait in place. Who would dare to bargain with a saint?

The witch beauty led the way, and Ye Yan followed behind.

This woman swayed her buttocks, her tail swayed, exuding a strange temptation, but she walked all the way, and no one in the camp dared to take a second look at her, as if she was a taboo.

Considering her background, it is indeed enough to turn any daring person from hard iron to noodles.

Ye Yan turned a blind eye. The Ninth Emperor was really used to seeing all kinds of beauties with their own characteristics, but which one could make him tempted?

It's one thing that a young body is sometimes out of control, but his Dao heart cannot be shaken by any temptation.

Soon, they came to a tent.

Before the witch beauty came forward, a warm voice came from inside: "Come in."

The witch woman opened the curtain and motioned Ye Yan to go in with her eyes.

Ye Yan strode in, only to see a person who was leaning over the table with his back to him, and he didn't stop writing and didn't turn his head, but said, "Sit down."

If you want to change someone, how dare you sit down in front of a saint?

What a shame!

Ye Yan didn't care, in front of him, the ancestor of martial arts, even the eight great emperors of later generations had to be polite and even respectful, because he had such qualifications!

So he sat down comfortably, very casually, not at all restrained.

Huh?

Wu Mingwei was surprised, to know that even if he has restrained most of his breath, a saint is a saint, and a trace of coercion is like a mountain, even if the king can't help holding his breath in front of him, not to mention only a small the sixth-grade realm.

This human race young man is a bit interesting, no wonder he can freely suppress his own breath, if he wants to cross the calamity, he will cross it, if he doesn't want to cross, he will accept it, and even the way of heaven can't help him.

To be honest, even a saint like him can't do it!

Once you start to transcend the tribulation, you will be locked by the heavenly way, how can you "return" the heavenly tribulation?

Strange thing.

In addition, Ye Yan's achievements in each battle were too terrifying, so he made an exception and decided to meet this rookie of the human race.

Finally, he turned around and looked at Ye Yan.

He was looking at Ye Yan, but Ye Yan didn't look at the other party.

——Even if Wu Ming turned his back to him, he had his own world, and the entire 3,000-foot range was under his complete control, and every detail could not escape his sense of consciousness.

So, of course he knew that this witch saint had a face like a Confucian scholar, and he couldn't see the slightest difference from the human race. The only difference was the terrifying blood.

There is like a vast ocean, extremely thick.

The gods and demons are basically said to be tyrannical in the flesh, and their characteristics are strong blood and energy. Of course, there are all kinds of unique means brought by talent. For example, Qinglong uses water, which means mastering the highest law of the water system. The white tiger belongs to gold, so the gold is The law is mastered to the extreme, and it is extremely sharp to kill.

Everyone of the Wu clan is popular and bloody, and even a three-year-old child has a thousand jins of strength, which is far incomparable to the human clan.

but!

Also because of the influence of the blood of gods and demons, it is much more difficult for the Wu people to understand the law than the human race, so the number of the witch people that can be sanctified is far less than that of the human race. Stronger than the human race, it has a great advantage in fighting.

Of course, there are also people with particularly strong qi and blood in the human race, such as the Holy Body, whose physique is tyrannical and does not lose to gods and demons, but such a first-class physique is rare after all, not as universal as the witch clan.

On the other hand, the saints of the witch clan are really pitiful, maybe only two or three.

The reason why the coalition army is the saint of the Wu clan who took up the post of the grand marshal is that they are strong enough to hold back.

After observing each other, Wu Ming opened his mouth and said: "Your combat power is incredible, and the undead you kill is a hundred times or even a thousand times as many as others. This is extremely unbelievable. Ben Shengyuan wants to take you for interrogation, after all, this may It's a conspiracy of the undead, allowing you to break into the top of the human race and finally turn your back on it."

Ye Yan just smiled, neither shocked nor angry.

His combat power is indeed too strong, but in order to obtain a large amount of elixir, he has to expose some.

"However, Old Monster Liu from Tianjian Sect sent a letter to Ben Saint the day before yesterday, saying that you are his disciple, and let Ben Saint take care of you." Wu Ming continued, after a pause, his eyes swept across Ye Yan's face, "Old Monster Liu has one foot in the coffin. I haven't heard from him for many years. I didn't expect to contact this saint for a small sixth-rank. Haha, it's really interesting!"

Ye Yan still laughed without saying a word. If a saint made a decision, naturally the nine-headed horse would not be able to pull it back. Therefore, no matter what he said or explained, he could not change the other party's mind, so why was he wasting his lips and tongues? ?

"You're really interesting." Wu Ming smiled, "However, this sage didn't find the sword intent from you—are you really a disciple of Old Monster Liu?"

"No." Ye Yan shook his head.

There is no one in the world to be his teacher. Maybe after reaching the fairyland, someone really needs to give him directions, but in this place in Kyushu, he is the founder of martial arts and the ancestor of all martial artists.

Who deserves it?

Wu Ming rubbed his palms and laughed: "That's why Old Monster Liu fell in love with you and wanted to accept you as a disciple, but you came to the battlefield in the barren state?"

This inference is close to ten.

Ye Yan nodded: "It's almost like this."

"The saint wants to accept you as a disciple, but you still dislike it?" Wu Ming asked again.

Ye Yan shrugged: "It can only be said that everyone has their own aspirations."

"To be able to make Old Monster Liu so shameless, to declare that you are his disciple before accepting an apprentice, you are definitely not as simple as having an extraordinary talent." Wu Ming looked at Ye Yan again, "What is your origin?"

Ye Yan just smiled: "Very ordinary, born in Daxia, a fourth-rank power."

"Young man, you are really the most calm person this sage has ever seen." Wu Ming laughed, "In the face of this sage's coercion, you are neither humble nor arrogant. This performance alone is amazing, even an ordinary king. Impossible to do."

"Are you... an emperor?"