Inside a splendid private garden.

Jin Mingye and several tribesmen chatted with tea in the garden.

"Father, your word is really becoming more and more fascinating. Between the lines, there is mystery."

Jin Er said flatly.

"Second brother, do you understand?

What is your father's handwriting, and your realm is worthy of evaluation? "

Jin Xiaoqi lay on a soft collapse, and two maids were rubbing her shoulders and feet, very comfortable.

"Sister, you don't understand. Although I don't have the realm of a father, my appreciation of calligraphy has been nurtured since I was a child."

"Father taught us that literature is not the first, like it, appreciate it, naturally, why bother about it?"

Jin Mingye nodded and smiled satisfied: "The second child is right. It seems that besides making money, his mood has improved recently."

"Jin Yi, come and have a look, how about the word father?"

Everyone looked at the Huxin Pavilion not far away.

There was only one person in that pavilion, and no one dared to approach at will.

It was a taciturn man who was wiping a scarlet giant sword with a silk cloth next to him.

The huge sword is more than three meters long, and the man himself is not tall, only about 1.7 meters.

He was full of tendons, stubbornly like a bull.

In a pair of triangular eyes, bloodshot, sword eyebrows into the temples, eyes as cold as sharp blades.

Jin Yi, the young master of Jinwutang, although he is the eldest son of the patriarch, few people outside have seen him.

Compared with Princess Jin Er and Princess Qi who often show up and spend money like earth, his eldest brother is very low-key.

However, Jin Er and Jin Xiaoqi are both very cautious, even with a trace of fear.

When they heard their father calling Big Brother, they all dared not say anything, so they looked over carefully.

Jin Yi slowly collected the silk cloth, and the scarlet giant sword was suspended in the air.

He stepped into the garden, and the giant sword flew with him, and swordsmanship was as natural as breathing.

"Planning strategies."

Jin Yi read the four words without emotion, and then thought carefully.

After a long time, he nodded.

"Good word".

Jin Er and Jin Xiaoqi all breathed a sigh of relief.

They know that their big brother is a "dead brain".

He only cares about two things, cultivation, women.

In Jin Yi's terms, cultivation is to become stronger, and women are to pass on from generation to generation.

One is his own mission, and the other is Jinwu's mission.

Except for these two, Jin Yi is indifferent to everything.

So, he said yes, that would be great, there is no other messy thoughts.

Jin Mingye was very happy, haha ​​laughed: "Of course this is a good word, after all... the word is born from the heart!"

"Father, is it possible that the surname Ye is already in your control?"

Just as he was talking, a report came from outside.

"Master! Ye Guhan from Huanshahe Hanxiang Pavilion came and said that there was something to discuss!"

Jin Mingye was not surprised, "Let him in."

"Father is really like a god! It seems that Ye Guhan has been eaten up by the gods Genmen and Limen!"

Jin Xiaoqi giggled, she came here just to watch Ye Guhan's jokes, and she was waiting.

Soon, Ye Fan came to the garden.

"Master Ye Guan, I've seen each other so soon, what can I do if you ask me?"

Jin Mingye took a plate of fish feed and leisurely fed the koi in the artificial lake.

Ye Fan glanced in Jin Yi's direction, that scarlet giant sword was a bit interesting.

However, Ye Fan also took a look, he did not lack the sword, this sword was too murderous, he did not like it very much.

"Let Genmen and the people who leave the door agree that we join the pioneer camp here."

Ye Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and said straight to the point.

"Hehe, it turned out to be such a little thing, just a small thing."

"You agree?"

Jin Mingye said with a smile but a smile: "It's a matter of a word, but... between us, Jinwutang and you, it seems that it's not good enough, should we intercede for you?"

"Then what do you want?"

Ye Fan asked.

"It's very simple, you made us Jinwutang suffer a loss, we were misunderstood, and we must make up for it."

Jin Er smiled and said, "Yes, all the materials you took away, including the Yantian Ring in your hand, will be handed over to me!"

"Father, I want him to kneel in front of me and lick my toes! If you don't lick, you won't want to go to the frontier war!"

Jin Xiaoqi smiled viciously.

But she had just finished speaking when she saw Ye Fan wave her hand suddenly! "Ah! -" Jin Xiaoqi screamed! I saw her two feet were cut off by a dragon flame wind blade! "I like being licked so much. How smelly are your feet?

I cut it for you, and it's easier! "

"Ye Guhan! This young lady wants you to die!!"

Jin Xiaoqi is crazy, although her feet will grow out, but she has never been severed! ?

"Ye Guhan! Is this your begging attitude?"

Jin Mingye's face was pale.

"Do you think it's great?

Let Genmen leave the door and agree, why can't it be done?

Do it yourself! "

"You may have misunderstood," Ye Fan said, "I'm not here to beg you."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I just give you a chance to re-behave," Ye Fan said.

"what!?"

Jin Er was dumbfounded, but Jin Xiaoqi was frightened and angry.

However, Jin Yi glanced up at Ye Fan for the first time, and seemed to have a little interest.

"Oh, until now, I still don't understand..." Jin Mingye's smile grew colder.

"Ye Guhan, are you trying to threaten us?"

"You have to understand this way, no problem."

Jin Er was furious: "What is your surname Ye?

Dare to speak to our father like this? "

"The strength of our Golden Crow Hall can easily call hundreds of gods through the realm at will. It's easy to kill you!!"

Ye Fan didn't seem to hear it at all.

"I will give you two choices..." "Or, Jinwutang will let Genmen and Limen no longer make things difficult."

"Either... the Jinwu clan will switch to power."

Jin Mingye's face sank like water, and he sighed.

"At first, you are considered a talent, and I don't want to kill them all, but since you are looking for death, you can't blame me."

Before Jin Mingye spoke, more than a dozen psychic auras suddenly enveloped the entire garden.

A huge protective array rose up, covering the entire courtyard, isolating it from the city of Lebanon outside.

Close the door and kill! Everyone's breath is locked on Ye Fan alone! "Ye Guhan, these thirteen people are worshipped by the direct descendants of our Golden Crow Hall. They died in their hands, all of them are big and famous people."

"It is an honor for you to be killed by these thirteen elders at your young age."

Jin Mingye finally said lightly: "Kill".

The moment the voice fell, Ye Fan's body began to hang in the air.

But it was not Ye Fan's own control, but suddenly "weightlessness"! Ye Fan knew that this was some kind of magical skill, after he got his feet off the ground, he couldn't borrow and exert force!