Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1788 True and False City Lord
In the Yingke Building in the outer city, Qiuranxian and Shengbi Scholar are drinking and eating meat inside.

A disciple suddenly came from outside the door, saying that Ye Qingtian, the lord of Tianxuan City, asked to see him.

"Look, the big fish can't sit still!"

The two looked at each other happily, and immediately asked the disciple to bring him in.

There was a sound of the stairs, and a tall middle-aged man went up the stairs carrying a one-meter-long box in his hand.

As soon as he entered the room, he cupped his fists and bowed down to the two people inside, "You two angels, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The holy pen scholar stared at him and raised his eyebrows, always feeling that there was something wrong with his aura.

Qiu Ranxian didn't care, drinking wine and said coldly, "The city lord is visiting late at night, what's the matter?"

Ye Qingtian said with a smile, "Of course I'm talking about the ledger with the two emissaries."

He entered the door by himself and put an exquisite long box on the table.

Qiu Ranxian raised his eyebrows and said, "Is your account book only so small?"

Ye Qingtian introduced, "Don't worry about the emissary, this is just an ancient painting in my collection. Let's appreciate the ancient painting first, and then talk about the account books."

Qiuranxian said with a disinterested look, "Master Ye, are you deliberately making fun of me? Look at me, do you look like someone who knows how to appreciate ancient paintings?"

The St. Pen Scholar was listening with great interest, but he didn't speak.

Ye Qingtian laughed, "The emissary doesn't know, this ancient painting is not ordinary. The mountains on it can move, and the water can flow. The scenery in the painting is not dead, but alive."

"Oh?"

Qiuranxian frowned, really interested, and hurriedly said to him, "You have to appreciate it."

With one brain, he pushed the dishes on the table aside to make an empty seat.

Ye Qingtian opened the box, took out the ancient painting from inside and opened it.

He unfolded it carefully from top to bottom, slowly revealing an ancient painting with fairy charm.

As soon as the painting appeared, a layer of white mist coiled over it.

The above is a great map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with mountains, water, trees, and people.

As Ye Qingtian said, this landscape is dynamic.

The painting seems to be a world of its own, and the eyes of the bearded fairy and the holy pen scholar stared at it.

"This is?"

"Treasure!"

The two hurried over and leaned over to look at the painting.

Especially the holy pen scholars, usually like to be arty, and have seen thousands of ancient paintings, but none of them have such agility.

Although Qiu Ranxian didn't understand, he could feel the different breath in the painting.

He was careless and touched it directly with his hands.

Ye Qingtian hooked the corner of his mouth in the back, shot out suddenly, and pushed Qiuranxian on the back suddenly.

"go in!"

As soon as he drank, both people in the room were startled.

The incident happened suddenly, and Qiuran's cultivation in the Immortal Transformation Realm didn't even have any precautions. He was about to turn around, but saw a white light flashing in the painting in front of him, pulling his hand and swallowing it inside.

The holy pen scholar did not touch the ancient painting, and left his position in a blink of an eye. With a golden brush brush in his hand, he shouted at Ye Qingtian ten meters away, "You are not Ye Qingtian!" ? Who the hell are you? What did you do to my brother?"

Ye Qingtian laughed, "Emissary, what are you doing? I kindly let you in to see the painting, why are you so angry?"

"court death!"

With a swipe of the brush in the hand of the holy pen scholar, a sword qi was drawn towards Ye Qingtian.

As soon as Ye Qingtian raised his hand, he immediately took away the ancient painting.

The table between the two broke into two halves.

When the sword energy came over, Ye Qingtian's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and there was a pop on the door behind him, and a hole was split by the sword energy.

"Where to go!"

The coercion of the Biochemical God Realm of the Holy Pen Book shrouded the four directions, followed Ye Qingtian out of the room, and followed Ye Qingtian's breath.

When the disciples downstairs heard the noise, they all drew out their long swords vigilantly. After seeing the holy pen scholar, they hurriedly asked, "Elder, what happened?"

The holy pen scholar cursed, "The people in Profound Sky City have rebelled and arrested your uncle, find Ye Qingtian for me immediately!"

"what?"

A group of disciples were surprised, and immediately dispersed to act separately.

A thousand meters away, a carriage was coming here, but was stopped by the disciples of Jiutiancheng.

A middle-aged man inside broke out of the car, stared at the disciple in the air and shouted, "Bold, what are you doing?"

When the disciple saw him, he immediately threw a Thunderbolt Pill into the air, which exploded with a bang, and lightning flashed everywhere.

"Ye Qingtian is here!"

With a loud shout, he summoned all the disciples who were searching for Ye Qingtian from a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

In the sky, the sword light flickered.

A long sword fell to the ground, besieging Ye Qingtian from all directions.

The holy pen scholar came over immediately. After seeing Ye Qingtian, he shouted angrily, "Master Ye, you are so scheming! Where is my elder brother, let him go immediately!"

Ye Qingtian landed on the carriage, looked at the disciples all around with surprise on his face, and asked in confusion, "What big brother? When did I arrest your big brother?"

Shengbishu cursed angrily, "What kind of hero are you if you dare to do something but not to be? Just now you pretended to let us see the painting and accepted my elder brother with an ancient painting, and you still want to quibble?"

"what?"

Ye Qingtian said in shock, "How is this possible? How could I, Ye Qing, a man from Tiantangtang, do such a nasty thing? Besides, I just came from the mansion, when did I come to your place?"

Seeing his dazed look, the scholar of the holy pen wondered for a moment, "Is there something else wrong?"

When he saw Ye Qingtian just now, he also felt that there was something wrong with the aura of this person.

Carelessly, he patronizes to look at the painting without any precautions.

With a thought, he didn't care whether the Ye Qingtian in front of him was real or not, anyway, something happened, so he had no choice but to blame Ye Qingtian.

He ordered to his disciples, "Catch him!"

Ye Qingtian scolded, "I don't know what to say, are you trying to make trouble on purpose?"

A group of sword lights, flashing with the cultivation base of transforming gods, swiped at Ye Qingtian from all directions.

Ye Qingtian stepped into the air, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and shot a thunderbolt into the air.

Bang.

A golden lightning flashed, showing the name of the Ye family lit up in the air.

The elder of the Ye family's house shouted, "No, something happened!"

The heads of the various families heard the movement and went out one after another.

After seeing the signal from the sky, they all followed the Ye family to the outer city without saying a word.

Now, they coexist with the Ye family.

The Ye family was unlucky, and they couldn't get over it either.

Outside the welcoming building, the sword energy crazily engulfed, with non-stop bang bang bang bang, all the streets and houses in a radius of one kilometer were razed to the ground.

Gravel splashed and dust filled the air.

A group of disciples in the God Transformation Realm besieged Ye Qingtian, but they couldn't do anything to him.

As the city lord, he naturally has something unusual.

Ye Qingtian yelled loudly in the air, "Bing Zi Jue!"

The long sword in his hand buzzed, and a magic pattern rolled up on it, as if it suddenly became magnetic, and swiped all the long swords of a circle of disciples towards his sword.

These disciples couldn't control their magic soldiers, so Ye Qingtian snatched them away.

"Give it back to you!"

The long sword in Ye Qingtian's hand trembled, hey, hey, hey, the long sword flew out wildly, with streaks of rainbow light, and brushed past these disciples.

These disciples dodged in a hurry, but each one was injured by the long sword.

Five or six disciples who had left the Aperture Realm were directly pierced between the eyebrows by the long sword. Boom, boom, there was an explosion on the spot, and only Nascent Soul escaped.

　Good morning, Chapter 1.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)