C42 Yutang

"Buzz!"

It was at this time that the enormous golden sword came slashing towards Ye Qinghan from the sky with incomparable momentum and pressure. A ray of green light, followed by a ray of green light, quickly formed into a huge shield of light, enveloping the entire western courtyard in an instant. It was like a transparent, green-colored lid that was flipped down from the sky, and covered the entire western courtyard's pot. Then, an incomparably domineering roar sounded.

"Who dares to harm my darling granddaughter?"

Hearing this voice, all of the Drunken Heart Orchard s felt their hearts tremble, as though they wanted to look towards the back of the mountain in shock. However, what was even more frightening was that none of them were able to move even a finger and twist their necks.

The Western Courtyard seemed to have frozen over at that moment, the sleeves of the elders who were flying in the sky stopped moving, Elder Tian Qing's white beard was still slightly raised, Ye Qingwu was still maintaining her running posture, she had even revealed a mouthful of dense white teeth, Ye Qinghan was still kneeling on one knee, the gigantic sword in the air was still carrying a ferocious aura, but it suddenly stopped above Ye Qinghan's head, everything seemed to have frozen and frozen along with the cyan light.

"Saints!"

The Elders simultaneously thought of one word. The unique heaven defying ability of Sage Stage experts, Saints! Although Ye Jian was still exposing his white teeth and coldly laughing, his heart was filled with bitterness and regret. He had clearly sealed up the back mountain. As long as no one touched the restrictions on the back mountain, no matter how many people from the clan died, no matter how much the fighting raged, the people from the back mountain would never know. Only, he had miscalculated a bit, and miscalculated Ye Qingniu's granddaughter, Ye Qingwu. Ye Qingniu doted on Ye Qingwu so much, how could he not leave something for her?

However, Night Gun and Ye Tianxing were overjoyed at the same time. Although his body could not move, his mind was racing. While the Night Gun was thinking about how to use this matter to heavily strike at Ye Jian, Ye Tianqing, on the other hand, was thinking about how to beg the Patriarch to save Ye Qinghan.

"Bam!"

Just as everyone was engrossed in their own thoughts, a green figure shot out from the back of the mountain like a meteorite. At the same time, a yellow and a white figure appeared from the back mountain and quickly rushed over.

"Humph!"

The green figure was the first to descend. It was an old man in a green robe. His facial features were very ordinary, but his eyes were a bit larger. They bulged a bit, giving him a very domineering aura. The moment the green-robed old man landed on the ground, he let out a heavy snort and looked at everyone present. He only looked at Ye Qingwu carefully, as if he was trying to see if his darling granddaughter was injured even a little because of losing a single strand of hair.

"Bam!"

The black and white figures also slowly landed on the ground. They looked at the chaotic Drunken Heart Orchard, at Ye Rong, who died with grievance as he was gripped by his neck, and at the gigantic golden sword that floated in the air. The black clothed elderly man frowned slightly, casually waved his hand, and lightly waved the huge golden sword that Ye Jian had activated from all the War Qi in his body, saying: "Qingniu, remove the domain."

"Eh."

Seeing that his granddaughter was alright, Ye Qingniu relaxed and casually waved his hand. He released his Saints and started to curiously look at the situation. There seemed to be a huge battle going on here? Eh? How could there be the aura of a god? Looking at the young man in the arena who had his head held high and looking at the indifferent and proud look on his face, Ye Qingniu felt that something interesting must have happened today.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Once Ye Qingniu lifted his Saints, the elders in the sky immediately descended and knelt down together with the four people present, then said loudly, "We pay our respects to the Patriarch and the two Grand Elders."

"Yes!" Ye Tianlong said calmly. Although he was just standing there quietly and did not release any War Qi or pressuring, everyone still felt that the not very tall black figure was like a mountain, causing everyone to unconsciously feel a bit of pressure.

Ye Tianlong indifferently swept across the plaza, looked at Ye Rong who had died miserably, looked at Ye Qinghan who remained calm under the huge sword, and finally saw Ye Qingyu, who was dressed in white and had snow-white hair that seemed to have peacefully fallen asleep. His expression finally changed slightly, and he said with slight anger:

"Who is that woman?"

Ever since Ye Tianlong had arrived, they had been pondering how they should explain what had happened earlier to the patriarch, and how they all had to bear the rage of the patriarch. However, they did not expect that the first question Ye Tianlong asked was actually to ask who that woman was.

"She is called Ye Qingyu, she is my sister. She is already dead."

Just as the elders were opening their mouths to give a proper explanation, a cold voice rang out in the field.

When Ye Tianlong heard this, he slowly turned around. Looking at the youth dressed in black, whose face was cold and covered in blood, he felt that he looked familiar. He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The corner of his mouth twitched and his trembling feet slowly stood up. "My name is Ye Qinghan, Ye Dao's son. I was your grandson in the past, but … Not now. "

"Ye Dao, Ye Dao... "Son?" Hearing the name Ye Dao, Ye Tianlong frowned even more and waved his hand, indicating the elders behind him who wanted to speak to shut up, and continued to ask: "Why did it used to be, it is no longer? Also, why would they want to kill you? "

Looking at Ye Tianlong's face that was faintly familiar yet extremely unfamiliar, Ye Qinghan self-deprecatingly laughed: "Why not? Because... I don't want to be your grandson anymore, because I don't want to be named Ye anymore. As for why they want to kill me? I killed a lot of people today. I killed the night panther, I killed Core Descendant Ye Qingxie, I crippled the cultivation of the young master of the clan, Ye Qingkuang, for more than twenty years. I even killed Elder Ye Rong, and … I still want to kill Ye Jian! "

"Hua!"

Ye Qingniu and the white-clothed clan elder Ye Baihu revealed an expression of disbelief, looking at the young man in the center whose face was trembling, their hearts were filled with shock.

Ye Dao's son was so powerful? It seemed like last year, after he finished his closed door cultivation, he heard that this young man was a cultivation trash, even summoning his War Beast? Ye Qingxie was still a junior, it was a little strange for him to kill Ye Qinghan and the others, but it was acceptable for him to kill Ye Qinghan. However, Ye Rong was a Monarch Stage expert, how could he kill Ye Qinghan so easily?

However, when they looked at the white-robed, white-haired girl behind Ye Qinghan, they seemed to have guessed something. The two remained silent, waiting for the youth to reveal the truth.

"I never thought that Ye Dao's son would be even more ferocious than him. His temper is also the same." Ye Qingniu sighed in his heart, as if he had thought of that exceptional genius from more than ten years ago.

"Why did you kill them? Don't you know that there are clan rules, Hall Of Punishment, and elders' halls? " Although Ye Tianlong had guessed it, he was still shocked by Ye Qinghan's words, but he still maintained a calm expression on the surface.

"Haha …" Ye Qinghan suddenly laughed out loud. After hearing two super jokes in a row, he finally could not hold back and laughed out loud, but the gloominess and ridicule in his laughter was not concealed at all. He coldly glanced at the elders behind Ye Tianlong. Hall Of Punishment? The Hall Of Punishment Vice Elder was lying on the ground, and as for the Elder's Hall, it was even more of a pile of dog shit. Ye Tianlong, have you already become muddle-headed? The clan rules, Hall Of Punishment Elder Hall is useful, will I risk my life to suddenly kill people? "

"Brat, you're too presumptuous!"

"Ye Qinghan, you dare to be unreasonable with the Clan Leader? You deserve to die a thousand deaths. "

"Father, Ye Qinghan has gone mad, let me clean up this scum of the family."

"…"

Ye Qinghan's curse was like a bolt out of the blue, shocking everyone. In an instant, countless people trembled as they pointed at the young man who was speaking so arrogantly, cursing loudly. Ye Jian was even more agitated as he actually jumped into the air, changing his palm into a claw, and directly swiped towards Ye Qinghan's neck.

"Bam!"

Ye Tianlong waved his hand gently, and an invisible force suddenly struck Ye Jian in the chest, forcing him to retreat. Ye Tianlong turned his head around, coldly looked at Ye Jian who was covering his chest, and countless elders who were cursing at Ye Qinghan. With an expressionless face, he said, "White Tiger, before we figure out what's going on, who's making a sound, do a small movement, and take them all down."

"Everyone shut up. The Patriarch didn't ask, so no one is allowed to speak." The white clothed old man, Ye Baihu, felt the complexity of the situation and shouted with a deep voice.

Ye Tianlong nodded, turned around, and faced Ye Qinghan who was standing silently by the side, thinking about something. He lightly said: "Carry your sister and follow me to the Hall Of Punishment. I will give you an explanation, but of course, you also need to give me an explanation."