Chapter 2286 Mother Dragon

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The Sorcerer King Phillips, who was dressed in a black robe and a mage's pointed hat, was stroking his big white beard and smiling all over his face.

As soon as he appeared, he smiled and waved to the saints, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, and I talked to Master Yinghe about something."

Beside Phillips, the tall and burly man with short silver hair was Ying He!

The two walked together, their bodies and appearances were completely different, but they gave people the feeling that they were indistinguishable.

However, the breath that Phillips exudes is like an ethereal and deep ancient forest.

As for Ying He, the aura released was like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire!

Compared with these two, Ye Fan, the sword god, is like a little kid with no strength to restrain a chicken.

After all, Ye Fan didn't disintegrate at this time, even if he didn't use Qianlong Jue, Ye Fan was only cultivating spirit, not worth mentioning.

This point, obviously all the saints present have also noticed.

Many of them just saw Ye Fan for the first time, and they immediately cast doubtful eyes on this sword god.

This young man... really has such great ability?

If the facts were not in front of them, the saints would not have thought that Jiu Jianxian would lose to such a kid.

Fei Yeqingwu's two daughters, although they are the masters of Qingyelou, are like maidservants at this moment, silently serving behind Yinghe, not daring to say a word.

After all, almost none of the saints present was weaker than them, so naturally it was not their turn to speak.

Phillips walked up to Ye Fan and introduced with a smile: "Your Excellency the Sword God, this is Ying He, the master of the Ancient Moyuan Yexiao Sect, and the golden envoy of the Qiyao Envoy of the Innocence City.

The reason for this Saint Cloud Conference this time is also about the City of Innocence and the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, so we need to communicate.

Of course, from the standpoint of our fairy palace and Dongtian Paradise, I hope this is a friendly dialogue.

If the matter can be settled in an amicable manner, then everyone can have a good drink and make friends.

The road of practice is mostly lonely, and there are not many opportunities for gatherings like today, I hope there will be a good result. "

Ye Fan calmly said, "If it's a reasonable discussion, then of course I don't mind."

Ying He grinned, and looked at Ye Fan with a pair of tiger eyes for a while, "So... the sword god is still from the Shenlong family?"

As soon as these words came out, some saints at the scene were stunned.

Except for a few people who knew about it, who were also of the same bloodline of the dragon as the scene, the others really didn't find out.

Ye Fan was not surprised, a strong man with a certain level of cultivation and enough acumen, even if he used Qianlong Jue, would still be seen through.

Back then outside Beiming City, the two holy ancestors guarding the city saw right through him.

"Exactly", Ye Fan is also very calm, even today, there is actually nothing to hide.

After speaking, Ye Fan nodded and smiled at the other two Shenlong Sacred Realm powerhouses in the same field.

The two ancestors of the Shenlong family also nodded with a slight smile, obviously they also knew about it a long time ago.

"Your Excellency the Sword God is actually a member of the Shenlong Clan?"

"What's so strange, there have always been many people from the Shenlong family in the cave."

"What's rare is... ten thousand years later, the Shenlong clan unexpectedly released an emperor-level sword intent..."

Chatting with a few saints, they were all amazed, feeling that there are many strong people from the Shenlong clan.

"Speaking of which... when the old man was young, he had a romantic relationship with a woman from the Shenlong family.

It was still a female fire dragon, and the old man can still recall the taste of that female dragon...

It's a pity that clans cannot intermarry, and that female dragon is pregnant with the old man's child..." Ying He recalled.

Hearing the word "mother dragon", the two ancestors of the Shenlong clan present frowned.

The black, long-bearded and skinny monkey man in the Yexiaomen smiled evilly and said, "Master, what happened to the female dragon after that? Did you give birth to a baby dragon? Or a little tiger?"

"Haha! I just want to play with the mother dragon, how can I really want a cub?

As soon as the mother dragon became pregnant, she was torn to pieces by the old man..." Ying He grinned.

After hearing this, everyone in the Ye Xiao Sect laughed wantonly, as if they found it extremely funny.

Ye Fan frowned, and the girls even showed disgust. This guy was clearly trying to humiliate Shenlong on purpose.

Sudden! An ancestor of the Shenlong family at the scene burst out with the power of chaos and dragon power!

"Bastard... the one who killed my sister Yuling back then, tore her up and left her body in the wilderness... so it was you!?"

This ancestor of the Shenlong family was furious. He never thought that he would suddenly meet his dearest relatives and enemies here!

"What!? Yuming, that person is your sister?!"

Another ancestor of the Shenlong family obviously knew about this, and immediately glared at him.

All the saints at the scene were also taken aback, this time something big happened, probably Ying He himself didn't expect that the enemy was at the scene.

However, Ying He looked relaxed, and said indifferently: "Oh... so you are the female dragon named Ji, your sister, haha... What a coincidence."

"Ying He! My sister was kidnapped by you! You bastard! Don't run away today, I will make you pay in blood!!"

As soon as Ji Yuming said it, the coercion of the holy body suddenly increased, the golden flames in the eyes flickered, and the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon immediately boiled!

The faces of all the saints at the scene changed suddenly. The cultivation base of the holy body and the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon are definitely existences that ordinary holy spirit realms dare not provoke.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yuming, who has been keeping a low profile in the blessed land of the cave, has quietly stepped into the golden dragon realm!

If it weren't for the fact that the Qingye Building was made of special materials and reinforced with formations, this coercion alone would be enough to destroy the entire tall building.

Ying He sneered, "It's not long since I stepped into the five-clawed golden dragon, it's up to you, the old man is standing here, what can you do to me?"

As Ying He said, traces of Geng Jin's aura flickered on his body, and the thunder light jumped, and the coercion released instantly oppressed Ji Yuming back!

"The scum of the Baihu clan, you treat me like no one in the Shenlong clan!?" Another ancestor of the Shenlong clan suddenly burst out with the coercion of the holy body!

For a while, Ying He seemed to be one-on-two, but he still had a smile on his face.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out!

Nian Rujiao gently tugged at Ye Fan's arm, "Husband...do you want to..."

Ye Fan shook his head, he wasn't afraid of Ying He, but it wasn't the time for him to make a move.

I saw that the Sorcerer King Phillips sighed, and leaned on the floor with his staff...

"True!"

On the floor, a strange ripple of magical energy rippled.

In an instant, the energy from Ying He and the two ancestors of the Shenlong family disappeared!

The coercion in Qingyelou disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Ying He squinted his eyes, and gave Phillips a weird look, "Your Excellency, the Sorcerer King, you really deserve your reputation."

"Sect Master Yinghe has flattered you, it's just that today's Shengyun meeting is not for personal grudges.

When the meeting is over, the old man will not stop the sect master and Shenlongshi from fighting whatever they want," Phillips said with a smile.

All the saints looked at the Sorcerer King with complicated eyes, and were quite amazed at his unfathomable magic cultivation.

Ye Fan also murmured in his heart, this old guy really has something...

"Your Excellency, the Sorcerer King, without further ado, let's start the Saint Cloud Conference now," Bei Moting laughed.

Phillips nodded, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Come on, everyone, please take your seats."