Chapter 1381 My Grandfather Is Ye Feng

Chapter 1381 My grandfather is Ye Feng

The Holy City of War Soul is the largest city in Xuanyu, and the most powerful force here is not the Temple of War God, but the Temple of War Soul.

Although the Hall of War Soul belongs to the Temple of War God, in the Holy City of War Soul, the Hall of War Soul counts its words, and even the Temple of War God has to give some face.

On this day, the Holy City of Battle Soul was as lively as usual, full of traffic and flowers, even Wushuang Holy City was not as good.

On the street, five strange figures walked aimlessly, looking around with curious eyes, in front of them was a man and a woman, like a couple.

Behind the two of them, followed by a ten-foot-sized golden lion, whose golden hair was smooth and shining like little dragons swimming.

In addition, there was a child about six or seven years old. The child looked around, his eyes darting around, and on his shoulder sat a small stone figure the size of a palm.

The little stone man looked at this colorful world curiously. Its figure quickly disappeared on the little boy's shoulder from time to time. At the same time, some monks cursed around him.

"Who stole my soul ring?"

"Who stole my elixir?"

Where can ordinary monks catch the figure of the little stone man, what kind of soul ring, if it is lost, it will be lost.

I saw that the ten fingers of the little stone man were already covered with rings, and even the little boy's fleshy fingers were also covered with rings.

"Shi Sheng, look at that, it's in the middle stage of the Emperor of War, there must be a lot of good things in its soul ring." The little boy pointed to a young monk wearing a golden battle robe not far away.

boom! As soon as he finished speaking, a thump hit his forehead, and the painful guy screamed, with tears in his eyes.

"You two better be quiet!" The one who spoke was the black-robed youth in front of him, and he knew without thinking that this person was Xiao Fan.

"Why did you only hit me and not Shi Sheng?" Chu Fan was a little unconvinced.

"Because you have been teaching him badly!" Xiao Fan glared at Chu Fan angrily, and then added in his mind: "This rock is not so hard, it hurts me to hit it."

Chu Fan wanted to cry, but he really wanted to say, Shi Sheng is worse than me, but he still doesn't intend to offend Shi Sheng, who said that Shi Sheng is the pinnacle of the war saint.

"Brother, how do you sell this stone doll?" Suddenly, a voice rang out, and a young man in a golden shirt who was about to make a move from Chu Fan came over and looked at Shi Shengdao on Chu Fan's shoulder.

Behind the young man in the golden robe, there were two young men in their mid-twenties, who were obviously his henchmen.

"This brother really has good eyesight. I am not a simple stone doll, but he is an extremely powerful soul carving. How about 10 million top-quality soul stones?" Xiao Fan looked at the golden robe youth with a smile and said.

"Ten million top-quality soul stones, are you sure?" The golden-robed youth raised his brows, almost bursting out, but he forcibly suppressed that anger.

He cursed furiously in his heart, why don't you grab 10 million top-quality soul stones?

Then he said in a condensed voice: "Brother, you are new to the Holy City of War Souls, I am Ye Hai, although I am not talented, but I can still say a word in this Holy City of War Souls, ten million top-quality souls! Stones are too expensive, how about one hundred thousand? If you need any help from me, brother will definitely help you."

I have to say, this Ye Hai is really ruthless, he chopped down to 100,000 in one sentence, leaving only one percent.

"One hundred thousand?" Before Xiao Fan could speak, Shi Sheng looked at Ye Hai like an idiot, and said, "One hundred thousand wants to buy me, who do you think you are? Get out, don't let me see you, Or I will beat you to death!"

It's no wonder Shi Sheng is so angry. He is a majestic Holy Spirit, a genius of the Stone Human Race, a powerhouse at the peak of the ninth level, and even ten million top-quality soul beasts can't buy it. Ye Hai only offered one hundred thousand. angry?

"Are you going to beat me to death?" Ye Hai was obviously also angry, patted his chest and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, in this holy city of fighting spirits, few dare to beat me, do you know who my grandfather is?"

"Who is your grandfather?" Xiao Fan pretended to be surprised. This Ye Hai's strength is only in the middle stage of the Emperor of War, and he is not a child of a big character at a glance.

Otherwise, with the strength of the Ye family of the Battle Soul Palace, there is no problem in buying one or two Nine Rank Battle Soul Pills. With the Nine Rank Battle Soul Palace, their talent will definitely be greatly improved.

"Listen well, my grandfather is Ye Feng, the Eighth Elder of the War God Temple, do you know now?" Ye Hai said proudly, his eyes seemed to grow on the top of his head.

Xiao Fan showed a strange look on his face, Ye Feng, why is this name so familiar?

"Boy, do you know how to be afraid now? It's a pity that it's useless. I, Ye Hai, don't bully you. I bought this stone doll for 100,000 top-quality soul stones." When Ye Hai saw Xiao Fan's appearance, he thought Xiao Fan was afraid?

Ye Hai deliberately raised his voice, attracting many monks to watch around him. Many people had already hidden away when they saw Ye Hai, as if they were afraid of offending him.

"This kid was actually raped by Ye Hai, it's a disaster."

"Yeah, Ye Hai's strength is not very good, but his grandfather is the Eighth Elder of the Battle Soul Hall, and he is considered number one in the Battle Soul Holy City."

"Who says it's not, and I heard that Elder Ye Feng's strength has made another breakthrough, and it seems that he has reached the middle stage of the Battle Saint Realm."

The crowd discussed in low voices, and looked at Xiao Fan and the others with sympathy.

If in the past, Xiao Fan might have been really afraid of the elders of the headquarters of the Battle Soul Hall, but now, Xiao Fan doesn't take it to heart.

In the headquarters of the Battle Soul Hall, the strongest are not only the middle and late stages of the Battle Saint Realm, the real strong of the Ye family must be in the ancient city of the Ye family.

What's more, this Ye Feng is not someone else, but the Ye Feng who went to Wushuang Holy City and swaggered in front of Ye Shuishui.

Even Ye Shuishui didn't take him seriously, how could Xiao Fan be afraid of him, you know, Ye Feng was controlled by Xiao Fan's thoughts.

Later, because Xiao Fan was sent into the sea of ​​turmoil by Bei Lao, Ye Feng followed Bei Lao back to the Southern Region, and then disappeared. He did not expect to have returned to the Holy City of War Soul.

Originally, Xiao Fan was planning to slowly find a way to enter the Hall of Battle Souls, but now, Xiao Fan has changed his mind.

"Are you sure your grandfather is Ye Feng?" Xiao Fan didn't intend to continue teasing him, and asked very seriously.

"Can I still lie to you?" Ye Hai looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer, and said very proudly: "For the sake of your newcomers to the Holy City of War Soul, I will not make it difficult for you. This is a hundred thousand top-grade soul stones. , this stone doll belongs to me."

"Is your grandpa very good?" Xiao Fan almost laughed out loud. Back then he could play with Ye Feng in applause, let alone now?

"Snapped!"

Just as Ye Hai was about to speak, he was slapped away by Shi Sheng. This guy kept talking about stone dolls, and Shi Sheng finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Young boy, do you like to pretend to be aggressive? I really want to beat you to death!" Shi Sheng scolded angrily.

Ye Hai and the surrounding monks were all dumbfounded by Shi Sheng's slap. They had no idea that the little stone man was so powerful that even Ye Hai, who was at the Emperor of War, was no match for him.

Their courage is really extraordinary, they dared to beat the grandson of the eighth elder of the Battle Soul Hall in the Battle Soul Holy City.

Ye Hai slammed heavily on the ground, several streams of blood splashed out of his mouth, and there were two blood pressures, and he slid about ten feet before stopping.

He stood up suddenly, pointed at Xiao Fan and the others angrily, and said murderously: "How dare you hit me? My grandfather is Ye Feng, he will not let you go!"