This is the rule of the fantasy world.
The strong is king, and the others are just assistants.
“This deity heard that a talented disciple has recently appeared in your Dream Sword Tomb. His name is Su Mu. He has made breakthroughs at a young age, and now he is in the realm of the gods.”
“As we all know, this deity has always liked knots, so I came to see it.”
“I don’t know where is Su Mu?”
Ye Ling asked nonsense casually.
He got news from Le Linlang that Su Mu was also on the invitation list for this Hundred Flowers Gala.
The reason is…the other party has been quite dazzling recently.
During the two months that Ye Ling was in Journey to the West, this former Sword Tomb handyman disciple has now become a direct disciple.
From the realm of foundation building, to Danyuan, Tongshen, Rongshen, Yushen… He only spent two months.
How this is not shocking.
Some people even call it the first day after Ye Ling.
Therefore, although Yi Xing knew that Ye Ling was talking nonsense, he was not too suspicious.
At this moment, a haze flashed across his face.
“Su Mu”
“Where he goes, no one knows.”
“That guy doesn’t fit in at all, he’s very arrogant, he’s alone, and he doesn’t even listen to my orders.”
Yi Xing said at the end, the dissatisfaction in his tone was already overflowing.
Ye Ling raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and glanced at Yi Xing’s face.
Brother, I watch your Yintang turn black, I am afraid that a catastrophe is imminent.
If Su Mu was really the protagonist as Ye Ling had guessed, then he didn’t have to think about it to know that the punishment in front of him was definitely a stepping stone for the other party.
This can now be seen from the ground up.
“That’s it, I understand.”
Ye Ling nodded calmly, didn’t say much, and was about to leave.
But just before he took a step, he suddenly turned to look at Yi Xing.
“Speaking of which, the supreme secret scripture of the Sword Tomb seems to be called Burying the Divine Sword Intent.
he asks.
Yi Xing was proud at first when he heard the words, but soon he thought who was in front of him, and his face suddenly changed.
“Don’t dare, it is far less powerful than the divine master of Changge.”
“The deity has a swordsmanship here, which is obtained from the secret realm of Jiuzhongtian… um, that is… the one that was snatched from the prince of the devil…”
Ye Ling said indifferently.
When Yi Xing heard the words, he couldn’t help but pricked up his ears.
“It’s called Quiet Sword Dao.”
“It’s… quite similar to the 263 Sword Intent of the Burial God of your sword tomb.”
Ye Ling stopped here and didn’t speak again.
He believed that Yi Yi’s position and head must have understood what he meant at this moment.
Sure enough, Yi Xing immediately stated: “Yi Xing is willing to follow the long song of the Holy Master. If Yi Xing can ascend to the throne in the future, the sword tomb should be respected by Xuantian.”
He said it without hesitation.
If Ye Ling was still that…the Holy Son of Changge, then Yi Xing might still think about the gains and losses.
But now Ye Ling is about to ascend the throne of Xuantian Holy Master.
Then he will be one of the three giants in the world in the future, the existence that can truly dominate the situation in the world.
That being the case, how could Yi Xing not see the situation clearly.
Anyway… The Sword Tomb originally had friendship with the Xuantian Sect and the Absolute Beginning Sect, and now it is not a strange thing even if it completely falls back to the Xuantian Sect.
After all, who made this generation’s Xuantian Holy Land appear such a terrifying evildoer, in the next tens of thousands of years, the world is destined to be respected by Ye Ling.
This point, Yi Xing has already seen through.
And he himself is not a protagonist, he always likes to call freedom, calling my life up to me.
The weak obey the strong, this is the basic rule of the fantasy world.
Chapter two hundred and twelve seats
Ye Ling nodded and said nothing.
All he needs is an attitude.
