Chapter 197 The Coming of the High Man

The three elders of the Wanmo Sect looked at each other and were shocked in each other's eyes. Although their clan looked like a great Confucian, they were quite clear about their cultivation. The man not only rescued the traitor, but also seriously injured the suzerain.

Ding Meng first recovered from this look and asked in a low voice, "I don't know how long you have been in a relationship?"

Fang Ting and Yang Tian still look nervous, looking at the middle-aged scribes.

The middle-aged scribe meditated for a long time before slowly saying, "One move!"

"One move!" The three elders of the Wanmo Sect repeated in shock at the same time. The three suddenly fell silent. This time, the suzerain called the three of them to come together. Before they came, they knew that the suzerain must have encountered something very difficult, but at that time, they were still a little disapproving and thought that the suzerain had made a big deal.

However, at this moment, it seems that their suzerain not only did not make a fuss, but they were too conceited, but they were not timid at all, but a little more bright in their eyes.

The middle-aged scribe nodded secretly in his heart. He said so much, not to scare away his three most powerful men, but to make them increase their vigilance and arouse their fighting spirit by the way.

Yang Tian smiled boldly: "Master, do you know his name!"

The middle-aged scribe nodded and said word by word, "God-sword-one!"

Ding Meng's eyes darkened and whispered, "It turned out to be him!"

Fang Ting's beautiful eyes, which can soften everything, shot two vicious eyes, and her red lips opened slightly: "I didn't expect us to meet again!"

There are words in Fang Ting's words, and everyone here naturally knows very well. There are some unknown things between Fang Ting and the divine sword. At that time, Fang Ting thought that she was magnificent and could reverse all sentient beings, but when she met the only touching man in her life, she found that no matter how she seduced her , the man regarded her as a grass by the roadside, disdainful of her, and even humiliated her. How could she forget it!

If it hadn't been for the fact that she hadn't been able to find him after her magical achievements, she would have broken him into ten thousand pieces, and this person would naturally be a divine sword.

Yang Tian glanced at Fang Ting and shot two silver rays in her eyes, which were hateful eyes. As Fang Ting's man today, how could he not know the status of the divine sword in her heart? Although she said she wanted to kill him, what happened?

Yang Tian secretly decided in his heart that he must not escape from his own hands alive this time.

The middle-aged scribe saw that his goal had been achieved, and a trace of imperceptible color flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Lord, what are you waiting for! Where is the divine sword? Let's kill him now!" Yang Tian couldn't wait for a moment. The faint memory in Fang Ting's eyes just now made him even more angry.

Fang Ting naturally understood why he was suddenly so angry. The water snake twisted its waist and said delicately, "What are you thinking about?" They are all your people, and they are still worried. Do you want others to escape and show you?

In front of everyone, she scratched her head without hesitation and said such shameless words, but the expression on her face was pitiful and disgusting.

The middle-aged scribe smiled at each other and seemed to be used to such a scene. Ding Meng closed his eyes and looked like he was blind.

Fang Ting pretended to be so fake that everyone could see it, but Yang Tian didn't see it at all. He rubbed his fat hands and apologized repeatedly.

That look was no different from a child. The middle-aged literati shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked out of the pavilion. Ding Meng also came out, and the remaining two were naturally flirting.

"Master, where is he?" Ding Meng followed the middle-aged scribe to the pool and asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged scribe turned around, looked at him for a long time, and said, "The elder wants to meet him alone!"

Ding Meng didn't say anything, and his eyes looked over with the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, and his eyes were full of perseverance.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and whispered, "I don't look down on you, you're not his opponent!"

Ding Meng's eyes became a little dim, but in the blink of an eye, he became extremely firm and said in a low voice, "I hope the suzerain will tell me!"

The middle-aged scribe sighed. How could he not understand what he was thinking? If he had agreed before, but now Wanshenzong could not leave these three old guys. He said calmly, " Elder Ding, you see, what kind of cultivation am I now!"

Ding Meng was stunned and didn't understand why the suzerain would say such a thing, but he still replied, "The suzerain is naturally not a genius that we can speculate!"

Although it is a compliment, the tone is a little perfunctory. The middle-aged scribe naturally hears it, but there is no displeasure. Over the years, he has been taking a very low-key route, so that many people have complained about him. If it weren't for his master who was still alive, I'm afraid Even the suzerain can't do it anymore.

With a slight smile, a pressure rushed over Ding Meng. Ding Meng's face changed. Although this pressure was not earth-shaking, it was as pervasive as mercury, and the beginning was like clouds, but it was continuous and powerful.

After a moment of pressure, this pressure disappeared without a trace. Ding Meng bowed his head and his face changed. For a long time, he slowly raised his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that the cultivation of the patriarch had reached such a point. It's really a blessing for me!"

The middle-aged scribe sighed and said, " Elder Ding, but I think my scheming is too deep!" Without waiting for Ding Meng to reply, he smiled and said, "If I don't even have this card, can I survive in Wanshenzong?"

The middle-aged scribe showed his snow-white teeth and smiled, but the smile made people feel cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

Ding Meng lowered his head slowly, bent down slightly, and said in a low voice, "Master!"

This suzerain is from the bottom of his heart. No matter what the reason is, he has already identified the person in front of him.

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said repeatedly, "Okay! OK! OK!"

Fang Ting and Yang Tian heard the middle-aged scribe laughing, ignored it, and walked out arm in hand.

Fang Ting gave a wink to the middle-aged scribe and smiled, "Master, what's so happy? Saying it will make your subordinates happy for you!"

The middle-aged scribe looked at her with a smile on his face: "I think you'd better take good care of Elder Yang first!"

Fang Ting glanced at it, and Yang Tian's face was already cloudy again. Needless to say, it must have been caused by the wink eye she had just thrown. At present, she sighed in her heart: Yang Tian's place is good and loyal enough to herself, but this petty problem can't be changed.

Putting aside Yang Tian's affairs, her eyes swept over the suzerain and Ding Meng. He vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was a little different, but there was different, and she couldn't say.

The sun sets, the crescent moon rises in the sky, and the night enveloped the whole Ye family.

The ancestor of the Ye family stood in his yard, and his footsteps were very brisk. The one who walked fast was called. After a while, he circled around the yard. After a while, he looked up at the void from time to time and kept muttering: "Why don't you come? Why don't you come yet?"

At this moment, the ancestor of the Ye family is so anxious that he is naturally waiting for the master who can save himself and save the Ye family.

Finally, a figure appeared in his sight. The ancestor of the Ye family took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stood still.

As soon as the divine sword fell gently from the void, he looked at the solemn ancestor of the Ye family and laughed and said, "Lao Ye, what are you doing?"

The ancestor of the Ye family did not change his face. He searched around for a moment and asked, "Where's the senior?"

The divine sword almost sprayed out, suppressed his smile and said, "It's coming soon. You can prepare well. His temper is a little strange!"

The ancestor of the Ye family nodded his head and pecked rice with the chicken. He quite agree with the words of Shen Jianyi. Are you a master? All the bad tempers are strange, and the bad tempers are all mediocre people!

After a while, the void shook, making the ancestor of the Ye family, who had planned to carefully ask the senior about his preferences, stand up obediently.

Slowly, a figure appeared in the void!

The ancestor of the Ye family subconsciously bent down and said respectfully, "The younger generation has seen..."

Suddenly, he stood up, rubbed his eyes, and was furious.