Ungodly Evil Spirit

"The Lord of Kinmen is polite, the deity dare not be!"

For this middle-aged man, Venerable Feiyun showed a humble appearance for the first time, as if flattered.

"Right and proper. Eighty thousand years ago, when the Venerable first entered Kinmen, he was shocked here. After this time, there are countless expectations!"

The middle-aged man had a friendly smile on his face, and sincerely admired Venerable Feiyun.

Ye Fan took a close look at this person, and saw that his face was square, a face with Chinese characters, and a simple yellow robe added to his body, which was very affinity.

"Ye Fan, come and see Lord Jin Zaitian!"

Venerable Feiyun no longer polite with the middle-aged, but reminded Ye Fan on the side.

"Feiyunmen disciple Ye Fan, I have met the master of Jinmen!"

Ye Fan heard this, and immediately walked forward, and Chao Jin Zaitian bowed slightly.

"So you are Ye Fan, really a young talent."

Hearing Ye Fan's self-introduction, Jin Zaitian's eyes immediately brightened, and he took a deep look at Ye Fan, and also praised him.

"Well, it's not too early, the other sects are almost there, let's go in!"

Venerable Feiyun didn't want to say any more, and immediately interrupted the topic.

"Okay, come in!"

Jin Zaitian made a cry and gestured to both Ye Fan.

"Venerable, this person is the master of the Golden Gate, why doesn't it look a bit different?" On the way to the pavilion, Ye Fan couldn't help but utter his confusion.

In his heart, the Golden Gate is so sacred, and its master should also be majestic, otherwise, how can he be aloof in Nanban?

"Ye Fan, there is a word called laugh and hide the knife, don't be confused by the appearance of others." Venerable Feiyun said lightly, and then stopped talking.

At this moment, the two had already arrived in the pavilion.

The exterior of the pavilion is high, and the interior is unique. There is a huge round table in the center of the bottom floor, and there are tens of thousands of armchairs around the high platform. Among these armchairs, thirteen are particularly eye-catching. They are all made of pure gold and are located around the round table.

The top of the pavilion is penetrated, and a beam of golden light is set down, shining on the round platform, it is very dazzling.

When Ye Fan first arrived, he was shocked by the magnificent scene.

"Hey..."

Originally, there were countless noises on those master chairs, but the moment Ye Fan and Venerable Feiyun came in, all those noises stopped abruptly, and countless pairs of eyes looked in the direction of Ye Fan, each with its own charm.

"Ye Fan! This person is Ye Fan, the disciple who destroyed the Shijue Sect!"

"Beside him is Venerable Feiyun who has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, but he did not expect to appear in Kinmen!"

After a brief silence, it was an even greater sensation. Ye Fan and Venerable Feiyun both had a very strong reputation in the land of Nanban.

As Venerable Feiyun said, he is the legend of the past, while Ye Fan is the legend of the present. How can they not cause a sensation if they gather together.

"Ye Fan, I didn't expect to have only the strength of the Ninth Layer, it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

"Don't underestimate him, he is immortal, and his true strength is extremely powerful. It is said that several genius disciples of the Shijue Sect died in his hands!"

"Cut, immortal! In the face of absolute strength, these are all jokes!"

After Ye Fan appeared, there was a heated discussion in the audience, and some of the disciples jumped out and said: "Ye Fan, kid, dare to accept my challenge?"

"I am the chief disciple of the Tai Sui Sect, I think I will meet your immortal body!"

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For a time, the disciples who challenged Ye Fan were endless, and the various introductions were dazzling.

Ye Fan frowned slightly when he heard it, and finally saw the thousands of sects in the land of the Southern Barbarian today. So many forces are indeed amazing.

"Ye Fan, a group of clowns, don't need to talk to them!"

Just as Ye Fan was a little irritated by the group of people, Venerable Feiyun's disdainful voice was heard in front of him, and at the same time he led Ye Fan to the grandmaster's chair ahead.

Ye Fan calmed down after hearing this. Of course, he understood the purpose behind the declaration of war around him, and he expected to use Ye Fan to come to the top and compete effectively for the top ten sects.

Venerable Feiyun led Ye Fan to the front, and under the gaze of everyone, he came directly to the front of a golden armchair.

"Wow..."

In the next scene, the presence was completely boiling, and countless people's eyes widened, even Ye Fan was slightly surprised.

Venerable Feiyun actually sat down directly on the Golden Grand Master's chair, which symbolized one of the top ten sects.

"Lao Feiyun, you still have to be shameless. When you first arrive, you dare to sit in this position. Why are you?" An old man in an ordinary magistrate's chair stood up and looked furious.

"Who are you?" Venerable Feiyun did not get up, but slowly turned his head to ask him.

"Xinluo Villa, Mao Yuanshui!" The old man said coldly, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Before the destruction of the Ten Jue Sects, Xinluo Villa was at least several times stronger than Feiyunmen, and at this moment it is expected to become the top power of the New Ten Martial Arts.

"Xinluo Mountain Villa, this deity has never heard of this name, but now I remember, do you want to be like Shijue Sect?" Venerable Feiyun said lightly, shocking the audience.

"you……"

Hearing this, Mao Yuanshui was stunned for a while. He never thought that Venerable Feiyun would not put him in his eyes. The next moment he furiously said: "Old Feiyun, you are not crazy here. We have the ability. Last battle."

"With your strength, you are not worthy to challenge the deity. When the deity sat in this position 80,000 years ago, you might still be in the womb!"

Venerable Feiyun's tone was full of disdain, and it also contained endless domineering.

As soon as he said this, the surrounding suddenly became silent, and Mao Yuanshui's angry expression also stopped for a moment.

Eighty thousand years ago, Venerable Feiyun came to Jinmen for the first time, and he sat on this golden grandmaster chair, let alone now.

"Hahaha, Mr. Feiyun, you have been so overbearing for so long, and you have wiped out ten extremist sects as soon as you appeared, and you are doing this again at this moment. If you do this, I am so embarrassed to wait!"

Several old men stood up on the other golden magistrate's chairs and laughed loudly, breaking the silence.

"Hmph, when I was sitting with you, why didn't I see you ashamed?"

For these old friends, Venerable Feiyun didn't look good either, just snorted coldly.

In this southern barbarian land, there are actually no friends at all.

"You..." These words made the smiles of these old friends abruptly stopped. This was a mockery of Venerable Feiyun, even a fool could hear it.

Venerable Feiyun’s words made the smell of gunpowder more serious, and the situation became tense again. Venerable Feiyun’s approach was too strong, as it was 80,000 years ago.

But 80,000 years ago, no one dared to disagree. It has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, but it has changed a lot.

"Everyone, don't get angry, someone Jin invited you to come today, just to choose a new sect, not a fight!"

At the critical moment, Jin Zaitian's voice appeared in the pavilion, and the presence instantly became quiet.