In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan has arrived in the elegant and refined palace.

The plants here are very particular, and at first glance, people take care of them all year round.

Although there are many palaces, there are not a few servants and it is very quiet.

There was no trap or obstruction as expected.

Ye Fan met the owner of the palace in the atrium of the palace, in a flowerbed.

It was a man wearing a white loose robe and long black hair hanging down his waist. He looked a little bit enchanting in his handsome looks.

He bent over and was grafting several spirit flowers, and seemed to be cultivating new varieties.

The Qingqiu clan's breath is obvious, but Ye Fan can't estimate the specific cultivation base.

At least in Ye Fan's view, this person was the strongest monk of the Qingqiu family he had ever seen.

Compared with the famous actors in the foggy night in Kyushu, they are much stronger.

The key is that the famous actress in the foggy night can only be regarded as a fierce general, but this man has a king's wind.

You should know that after seeing the many god-passing realms of Hongmeng Universe, Ye Fan felt that thirty of ten, and even those demon generals and gods in the countryside, were actually quite strong on the Hongmeng Universe.

After all, the cultivation conditions are not as good as here, so those who can make their heads in the countryside are the elites among the elite.

However, the Qingqiu man in front of him is definitely not the kind of trash and supernatural power of smelly fish and shrimp.

Ye Fan was not in a hurry, just watching.

The man concentrated on using a pair of scissors to graft the two spiritual flowers together.

After moisturizing the spirit flower with some special potions, it quickly grows into one plant.

Ye Fan looked very interesting, but what he wanted was to use this method to make some very rare new varieties of flowers that he could give to his own women.

Women have not seen themselves for so long, always thinking about tricks and giving them gifts.

"Bold! Ye Guhan! Are you quitting from the flower garden soon!?"

At this time, a group of Qingqiu monks, including Qingyuan and Qingli, rushed to the hall and yelled at Ye Fan.

"His Royal Highness! I am incompetent, please give us a chance, and this will drive him out!"

A group of subordinates are very ashamed. Although Ye Fan is powerful, they are still determined and want to expel Ye Fan.

His Royal Highness waved his hand and signaled Qing Yuan and others not to worry.

"Cultivating flowers and plants, after entering the doorway, I think of more varieties."

"When there are more varieties, I will want to try to find some exotic flowers and plants."

"When there are more and more unique and rare flowers and plants in my yard, I get tired..." "As time goes by, I want to get some strange flowers and plants out."

The handsome man said leisurely, his voice was nice and magnetic.

"However, some people don't know that the rarer the spiritual flower and spiritual grass, once there is a problem with the graft..." "It may lead to tragedies, poisons, hallucinations, and even become cannibal flowers and plants..." "Curiosity often hurts myself."

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Curiosity does kill people, but with your flowers and plants, no matter how you graft it, it won't kill me."

"After all, you are not considered exotic flowers and weeds, at best, roadside wildflowers."

"Presumptuous! Do you dare to talk to your Highness like this?"

Qingyuan was furious.

"Qingyuan, don't be so excited."

The man smiled slightly and said: "Generally, people with strength will have their own arrogance, which is understandable."

"Brother Ye, you cured that child in Taoxi Village, it shows that you are not a villain."

"But we Qingsha tents have never liked being disturbed."

"Presumably you have seen it, the villagers here need to be protected."

"If you can, I hope you don't mention things here after you go out, just fine."

Ye Fan sneered, "Sure enough, you knew I had come in?"

"In the Qingsha tent, nothing can be hidden from my eyes and ears", the man said.

"I actually have no interest in what kind of organization your Qingsha tent is like."

"But I want to know, what is the origin of this human race that can approach the World Tree?"

The man shook his head: "No comment."

"If you don't say it, you just know something, but you won't tell me."

"Then I can only stay here and investigate myself."

Ye Fan said, turning around to leave.

"Brother Ye, I gave you a chance, I hope you can cherish it," the man sighed.

Ye Fan turned around and sneered.

"Only the strong are qualified to talk to others, but you are not worthy of being in front of me."

"Unreasonable!"

"His Royal Highness! This person is extremely arrogant. If you don't kill him, you won't calm your anger!"

A group of Qingqiu monks couldn't stand it anymore, and they shouted angrily.

After frowning, the man said helplessly: "I really don't want to kill you. Then, if you have anything you want to know, you can ask, and I will see if I can answer you as much as possible."

"His Royal Highness! You are too indulgent to him!"

Qingyuan was not reconciled.

"Yeah, he is so disrespectful to you. Kill him. Anyway, no one knows where he died."

The man said: "This king kills, is this person worthy of death, and has he ever cared about his background?"

"Little brother Ye is hanging on the pot to help the world. He has excellent medical skills. He must be a good person. How can this king say kill and kill?"

Ye Fan wanted to laugh when he heard it. This guy seemed to believe that he was not his opponent.

Regardless, Ye Fan didn't care about fighting these things.

"Well, let me ask you personally."

"who?"

"Ruolian, have you heard of it?"

"what!?"

The man's face changed drastically, his cyan pupils shrank! Even with a few people from the Qingqiu tribe, they all showed shock.

Ye Fan was overjoyed, he didn't expect to find the right place! I thought it was too long. No one knew Ruo Lian, a small person.

"You said first, what is Ruolian's identity?

Is there a portrait of her? "

The man seemed to be worried that he was not talking about the same person.

"People from six hundred years ago should belong to the human race of this World Tree. There are also portraits, but they are on Bai Qianluo who was caught by you."

"Six hundred years ago..." the man murmured, his eyes changing more and more frequently.

"Qingyuan, bring Miss Bai."

Soon, Bai Qianluo was sent over.

After a monk untied her, Bai Qianluo hurried to Ye Fan's side.

"Ye Guhan, where did you go?

This is where? "

She was caught by Qingli just now, afraid and worried.

"You take out the portrait of your mother and let them look at it. It's a denial."

Bai Qianluo was taken aback, and then took out Ruo Lian's portrait.

When everyone saw the person in the painting, they couldn't help but breathe in cold air... "You are Ruolian's daughter!?"

The man looked at Bai Qianluo in amazement.

"Do you... know my mother?

who are you? "

The man suddenly flashed, came to Bai Qianluo, and stared at the woman.

"Like...it's so alike...this king didn't find it before."

The man said with emotion: "Your mother is the king's person."

Ye Fan and Bai Qianluo looked at each other, a little confused on the spot.