Move forward slowly.
Ye Han felt that the Tianxing Jue in his body began to operate automatically. For a moment, the surrounding spiritual energy was converging towards him at an extremely terrifying speed.
"this...."
Ye Han's face changed drastically.
He stopped immediately.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Ye." At this time, a gentle voice sounded, and not far away, a middle-aged man wearing a crown slowly walked over.
The man had a handsome appearance and a sturdy build. Although he did not deliberately exude his aura, Ye Han could feel how terrifying the aura contained in his body was.
"I am Ye Han, a young boy, and I am honored to meet you, senior." Ye Han clasped his hands together.
He knew that this person was none other than Xuanyuan Nankong, the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, the most powerful being in Zhongzhou.
"You are too polite, Mr. Ye." Xuanyuan Nankong smiled slightly, then looked Ye Han up and down, "Yes, at such a young age, he has such a high level of cultivation. Even in my Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, it is very rare."
"Thank you for your praise, senior."
"Neither humble nor arrogant, not bad." Xuanyuan Nankong praised again, "I think you should know why I asked you to come here this time."
As he said this, he waved his hand.
Suddenly a ray of light burst out from Ye Han's body, and the next second, a broken sword appeared in front of him.
It was the one Xuanyuan Yun gave him.
"this...."
Ye Han looked shocked.
As expected of the Xuanyuan clan leader, this strength...
At this time, Xuanyuan Nankong looked at the broken sword with regret in his eyes. Finally, he sighed slightly, "How is Yun'er now?"
"I....."
Ye Han felt a little helpless, and finally sighed, "Brother Yun has fallen."
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