Chapter 1, 641

"Ye Sheng, you have time to come..."

"Ye Sheng, please come back to our Han family next time..."

After an hour, outside the Tibetan Classics, the two white-haired old men with a smile on the face of Ye Chu and Su Rong, if the disciples of the Han family saw the appearance of these two elders, they would definitely fall below the chin. .

"You don't have to send it, there are still things in this holy, and I will teach you again in the next day..." Ye Chu gave them a hope before leaving, and there is a guide from a living saint, which means that they know better than anyone else.

Seeing that Ye Chu used Wanfa Zijin Qinglian to tear open the void, and Su Rong disappeared, and Liu Shu’s face immediately sank. To Ba Shudao: “Hurry to inform the owner, everyone meets...”

"Yep……"

The two knew that the matter was significant, and immediately called several other old people to guard the Tibetan Classics. They personally rushed to the main hall of the tribe.

After half an hour, they came to the main hall of the House of Representatives and rushed into the practice of the Han family and several other elders who protected the law, and informed everyone about it.

"The saints are there?"

"A saint who has lived for thousands of years? Or a friend of the ancestors?"

"Hurry to the Tibetan Pavilion to see..."

This news is really shocking. The Han family owner immediately took the elders of the law-protection to the Tibetan Classics. When they saw the paintings of Han Qingtian, which was formed by the force of chaos on the fifteenth floor, they were shocked. It is.

"Sure enough, the power of chaos!"

"When you raise your hand, you can call the power of chaos. Is it really a saint?"

"Is that person really called Ye Chu?" The Han family's owner snorted and asked the six uncles. "You are wrong, old sixth?"

Six uncles are puzzled: "What's wrong? Big Brother, do you know this Ye Sheng?"

The Han family’s owner shook his head and said, “It’s just a little weird. On the list of heavens a few years ago, there was such a person’s name...”

"Big brother, what you said is the disciple of the love field, Ye Chu?" said one of the elders.

The Han family leader nodded, and the old eight exclaimed: "How is it possible, that Ye Chu is just a disciple, is it sanctified now?"

"I don't think it's very possible. Maybe it's just the same name..." Han Jiajia said, "Let the seven uncles come out and have a look, see what specials this painting has..."

"Well, the seven uncles should have cleared me out soon..."

The old six words have not been finished yet, and there is a change in the Tibetan scriptures. The bells in the hands of the elders of the law-protection are ringing, and a black-haired old man has come to the fifteenth floor.

"Seven Uncle..."

"Seven uncles come to see this picture..." Han family was overjoyed, did not expect this seven uncles to go out.

The seven uncles, also known as Han Qi, are the highest-ranking people in the Han family. They are the highest-ranking people. They have reached the top of the world and are much stronger than others.

Han Qi walked to the front of the painting, a pair of eyes blinked in the cold, and went straight to the essence of the painting. After watching it for a while, he shook his head and said: "I can't see anything, but this is indeed the outline of chaos. , but this painting seems to be familiar..."

"I am familiar with the eyes?" The people are puzzled. The Han family said, "Ye Ye is the old friend of our ancestors. Just broke the seal and entered the WTO. It must be remembered that our ancestors looked..."

Han Qi thought for a while, and finally he was in the eye. He raised his hand to a corner of the fifteenth floor and pulled out a picture. The above is a pair of ancient paintings, which are painted by Han Qingtian and Ye Chu. Han Qingtian’s paintings of this chaotic force are exactly the same.

"How could this be?" The people were extremely puzzled.

Han Qi looked a glance and his face became gloomy. Asked the Han family: "Who is this painting?"

"It seems to be painted when the three uncles were still alive..." The Han family’s face was also a little embarrassed. "Did he just read this painting and brand it? He is not a saint at all..."

Lao Liu said firmly: "He must be a saint, and Qinglian is really horrible. I am completely useless with the Eight-Family of the Eighth, and it is directly merged by his Qinglian. The ancestral squadron could not trap the other party at all. He left the void directly and left."

"You said that his weapon is a Qinglian?" Han Qi also frowned, whispered. "I haven't heard of any saint, I use Qinglian..."

"Old sixth, old eight, have you read it wrong, will it be pitted..." Han family said.

The old six coldly said: "How can we misunderstand that the man is full of white hair, old-fashioned, although there is a young woman around, but..."

After he had not finished speaking, he suddenly thought of a person. He immediately asked the Han family and asked him: "Big brother, are there any colorful paintings of the gods?"

"Hey, old sixth, your brain is not broken, how come you suddenly mention the colorful gods?" The Han family is somewhat speechless.

There are countless followers of the colorful gods and gods in the gods. Although they have not indulged them, they have indeed left the paintings of colorful gods.

"That, that woman, seems to be very much like the colorful gods..." The old six suddenly thought about it.

Lao Ba suddenly suddenly slowed down: "Six brothers, you, you don't say, I really forgot, I said that the woman is so familiar, it is indeed like the colorful Shenni..."

"Hurry to get her picture, make sure that if the colorful gods come over, we can be prepared for defense..." Han Qi also felt that things were awkward. "The colorful gods and the ancestors have a certain relationship, but also a few degrees. It is very interested in the technique of our Korean family. If it is really colorful, then the man may indeed be a saint."

Can let the colorful Shen Ni, personally accompanied, can be a leisurely generation.

Soon the family of the Han family took the paintings of the colorful gods, and the beautiful women who looked at the paintings of the sixth and the old eight also exclaimed: "It is indeed very similar, too like..."

"But I feel that some temperament is different..." Lao Ba felt that something was wrong. "The woman we saw, it is clear that there is only the strength of the heavens and the earth..."

"Is it very long, is it exactly the same?" Han Qi said coldly.

Lao Liu shook his head and said: "It should not be the same person. It is just like a long one. The temperament of the two women is completely different. The colorful **** is too dusty. It is not like the people of this world. The woman is obviously a young man, still very young... ..."

“Is it a colorful saint?” Han’s family thought, “The colorful gods received a female disciple a few years ago and trained her to be the heir to the colorful saint. I heard that it’s like the colorful god. ......"

"It should be her..."

The old six and the old eight looked at each other and felt that Su Rong was not a colorful god. He did not have the majesty of the saint strong, and it was still far from the colorful god.

"I know..." Han Qi suddenly realized suddenly. "A few months ago, the seabed site in the southeastern sea came out again. There was a woman named Su Rong. I heard that it was the colorful saint who led the two thousand. Many of the kings have been killed in the submarine ruins. Is it that Ye Sheng was brought out of the seabed by Su Rong?"

"It is very possible, otherwise why Ye Sheng broke the seal, it may be that Su Rong saved him." Everyone thinks this explanation can make sense.

It was the initiator of the matter, but did not know at all that the people of the Han family were gathering together to guess their identity.

As for the painting of Han Qingtian on the wall, it is true that Ye Chu saw the painting of Han Qingtian, the painting of Han Qingtian’s descendants, and he painted it temporarily. He did not know what Han Qingtian looked like more than 10,000 years ago. .