Chapter 961 Call Uncle!
Chapter 961 Call Uncle!
The girl who said this was named Jingchi, the descendant of the Suzaku clan, and she was only twelve or thirteen years old. She seemed out of place among the young supremes, but she was the descendant of the Suzaku clan after all, and no one dared to look down on such an existence even though she was still young. She
was confirmed to be the descendant of the Suzaku clan at the age of twelve or thirteen, so who knew if she was a reincarnation? If she was a reincarnation, what kind of terrifying power was she in her previous life?
Ye Tao had browsed the information about the young supremes of various forces in the Taoist palace of the Supreme Elder. Although it was the first time she saw Jingchi, she had seen her illusion in a magic weapon before.
But facing the question she asked, Ye Tao didn't know how to answer for a while. He couldn't tell her that he was treated coldly by Ye Wutian because he chopped him with a knife.
"I heard that you and your brother have a big feud. Do you want to kill him?" Jing Chi suddenly asked.
Ye Tao was stunned and asked back: "This is our Ye family's business, what does it have to do with you? Little brat, go away, I'm annoyed now!" Jing Chi
's little face suddenly became gloomy: "I am the descendant of the Suzaku clan, how dare you talk to me like this? Believe it or not, I will spit fire and burn you to death!"
"Before you burn me to death, I can chop you to death. Do you think you are more powerful than my damn brother? Ye Wutian has been chopped by me, what are you?" Ye Tao rolled her eyes and said dissatisfiedly.
"You..." Jing Chi was choked with anger.
"Get lost!" Ye Tao said unhappily, "Don't think I don't know what you are up to. You descendants of the ancient royal family are not good people. Don't try to alienate the relationship between me and my brothers! After all, this is my family's business!"
"Just wait, I will have a grudge against you!" Jing Chi gritted his teeth.
"Trash bird!" Ye Tao sneered, "How about you spit fire and burn me now? I am also a true disciple of Tiandao Fairy Palace now. Let's see who will suffer in a fight!" Jing Chi
's long red hair suddenly burned with a divine fire. He really wanted to burn Ye Tao, a little bitch, to death. He was just a descendant of the Juque line of the Ye family. He couldn't even be the head of the Ye family. Why were you so arrogant to me?
"If you don't get out of here, I'll chop you up!" Ye Tao said coldly.
"Humph! We have a long way to go!" Jing Chi slammed the table and stood up, and angrily returned to the seats of the young supremes.
At this time, Ye Wutan had already dealt with the matters with the true disciples of Tiandao Palace. Since no one challenged him, he could only start preparing for the feast.
Because in layman's terms, after the ceremony of Tiandao Palace's canonization of the young master, Ye Wutan should sit with everyone to eat and drink. This is called socializing after the ceremony!
Ye Wutan naturally heard the conversation between Ye Tao and Jing Chi just now, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He still ignored Ye Tao, but glanced at the little girl Jing Chi, and walked towards the young supreme seat where she was.
Many inner disciples of Tiandao Palace were doing their best to be the hosts and had prepared all the food and wine. Many young supremes were "toasting" and seemed to be talking about Murong Po.
After Ye Wutan arrived, many young supremes turned their eyes to him. Among them, Jingchi, who didn't get along with Ye Tao, naturally didn't have a good impression of Ye Wutan. As
soon as Ye Wutan sat down, Jingchi asked maliciously: "I wonder what Brother Ye thinks about the recent uproar about Murong Po getting the Dragon Slaying Magic Skill inheritance?" Upon
hearing this, Ye Wutan formally looked Jingchi up and down and said with a faint smile: "Call me uncle!"
"What did you say?" Jingchi was stunned and got angry again.
"A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, when talking to someone my age, you have to call me uncle." Ye Wutan said with an unchanged smile.
“People of the Ye family are so rude!” Jing Chi snorted coldly: “I am young, but my cultivation is independent among the young supremes. You actually dare to let me call you uncle...you...”
Ye Wutan stopped joking with Jing Chi and suddenly interrupted: “It’s okay if you don’t want to call me that, but do you have any evidence for the fact that Murong Po inherited the Dragon Slaying Magic Art you just mentioned? Although as the inheritor of the Dragon Slaying Magic Art, anyone can kill him, but before Murong Po is found and before there is evidence, don’t make any rash judgments!” After
these words came out, not only Jing Chi was surprised, but the other young supremes also showed strange expressions.
The recent appearance of the inheritor of the Dragon Slaying Magic Art has caused a stir no less than the opening of the Twelve Heavens by the Heavenly Dao Palace. Too many cultivators are in a state of panic. After all, even the young master of the Tianhu clan, Si Lietian, was killed, and many rising stars died!
The people of the Tianhu clan are sure that it was Murong Po who did it. This is already a nail in the coffin. In order to get to Ye Wutian's mouth, is there any other reason for this matter?
Even Murong Po, who was hiding in the crowd far away, was stunned after listening to Ye Wutian's words.
After all, he had become a bereaved dog during this period of time. All the forces of the orthodox sects pointed their spearheads at him. He was almost wrongly accused. He originally thought that the man in white who suddenly appeared in front of him was the culprit, and that man in white was most likely Ye Wutan!
But now...
Ye Wutan, who made him most angry, said something in public that seemed to be clearing his name?
For a moment, Murong Po's opinion of Ye Wutan became surprisingly complicated. Is he a wise man who is not affected by the excitement of the crowd, or does he have a more far-reaching plan?
Little did they know that the most important reason why Ye Wutan said such a thing to Jing Chi was because he knew Murong Po was watching from afar. Secondly, he wanted to use this method to test the young supremes present and see what they really thought. However,
Jing Chi's eyes when he looked at Ye Wutan at this time became complicated. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "It seems that I am too obsessed. I think what Brother Ye said is indeed correct!" "
And there are still many doubts that need to be verified. In particular, in my opinion, it is indeed a bit hasty to expose the matter of the successor of the Dragon Slaying Magic Art! As far as I know, since the birth of the Taichu Ancestral Land, no matter when the successor of the Dragon Slaying Magic Art was exposed, it would cause unprecedented turmoil, and the successor's strength would be unbelievable, but this time..."
"The splash seems a little too small. Even if Murong Po is the successor, his cultivation is too low. I really don't know how he killed Si Lietian, and killed so many young talents who were on par with Si Lietian!"
After listening to Jing Chi's analysis, Ye Wutan nodded and said pretentiously: "The little girl's analysis is good. Although I have never seen Murong Po, Murong Yulang told me a lot about him. His methods are a bit weird. To say that he is the successor of the Dragon Slaying Magic Skill, tut tut... he should not have this qualification yet!"
Jing Chi also agreed: "Brother Ye's opinion coincides with mine. Although Murong Po has a heart for the Tao, he is just a branch of the Murong clan. Although the Dragon Slaying Magic Skill is famous for its ferocity, its strength is objective. Who is Murong Po? What qualifications does he have to receive such a heaven-defying inheritance?" Ye Wutan picked up
a cup of immortal brew and drank it. After all, some things should be discussed at a minimum. There is no need to participate in a more in-depth discussion. I just don't know what Murong Po, who has changed his appearance and is hiding in the distance, thinks now.
Should I...
take the initiative to meet him?