Inside the Patriarch Hall, there was a dead silence.

Ye Wuque's figure appeared incomparably abruptly, and he immediately saw Chu Xingkuang sitting in the Patriarch Hall in an ancient mysterious formation and the Eight Great Heads.

They formed a small circle and sat quietly cross-legged. At the center of the nine of them, there was a tray that was not big or small.

The tray is very old, with various complicated inscriptions engraved on it, giving it a feeling of penetrating the years.

It's just that the tray is empty, nothing.

At this moment, both Chu Xingkuang and the first seat of the Eighth Great Hall had their eyes slightly closed, and the aura on their bodies was also very disordered, and at a glance, they knew that they were over-consuming.

Ye Wuque scanned the entire Patriarch Hall, but didn't find the figure of Shensan and Pan'er. The two of them didn't seem to reappear and still disappeared.

Ye Wuque stood quietly in the Patriarch Hall, and his eyes were filled with profound and inexplicable.

In the next instant, a trace of breath radiated from Ye Wuque's body, and Chu Xingkuang and Bada Shouzu immediately perceive them, and they opened [biquwu.biz] eyes together.

Chu Xingkuang's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Obviously he consumed the most, but when he saw Ye Wuque's figure, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"No shortage of!"

"How did you come?"

"How is your injury?"

Chu Xingkuang spoke with great concern.

The other eight first seats also saw Ye Wuque appearing here, and there was a hint of worry in their eyes.

They all knew about Ye Wuque's "injury". According to the truth, Ye Wuque should be still recovering from his injury.

"Leader, you guys, my injury has healed."

There was a slight smile on Ye Wuque's face.

"Healed? So fast? Wait..."

Chu Xingkuang was taken aback, but immediately seemed to have thought of something. He pinched his fingers and immediately revealed a sigh of sigh in his bloodshot eyes.

"Unexpectedly, more than a month has passed since the time!"

The first seat of the Eighth University also reacted.

Obviously in their opinion, Ye Wuque should be worried that they couldn't help but take a look.

Now Ye Wuque's position in the ancient alliance of the gods is unquestionable, and it doesn't matter at all about entering the Patriarch Hall without permission.

But the nine people reacted like this, causing Ye Wuque's bright eyes to flash a faint light.

"Leader, what happened to Pan'er? And... how about Senior God Three?"

Ye Wuque spoke again.

When Chu Xingkuang heard the words, it seemed that because of the mention of "Pan'er", his eyes suddenly showed a touch of tenderness and love, and said: "We are lucky to succeed! This time I would like to thank everyone for your help and bring Pan'er back!"

While speaking, Chu Xingkuang looked at the first seat of the Eighth Great Hall, slowly clasped his fists, his face was full of gratitude.

"Leader, it doesn't have to be this way!"

"this is what we are supposed to do!"

"Pan'er has suffered so much from snacking. We watched her all the way, just like our own daughter."

"Yes! Pan'er is all right, and our efforts are not wasted to be the best."

The eight first seats waved their hands and all smiled.

Chu Xingkuang nodded deeply.

He knows that Daen doesn't say thank you!

Even if he is the leader of the ancient alliance of the gods, he still owes eight first deep favors.

After all, this is the "grace to save the girl", which is very heavy.

Chu Xingkuang breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. He looked at Ye Wuque again and showed a smile on his face and continued: "The third goddess took Pan'er to the Nine Heavens and renewed his body with the help of nature!"

"I have always been Pan'er who has been taken care of by Senior Three Gods. I owe him so much!"

Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly.

At this moment, Ye Wuque's power of the soul had already rushed into the air, covering the nine heavens, and he seemed to perceive something after the infinite height.

The eight first seats also stood up one after another at this time, all showing a relaxed expression.

"I have to go back and get a good night's sleep!"

"Yes, Ping Ding Jiuyou, now Pan'er is okay again, the world is peaceful, and it's time to take a rest."

"We old bones can't move!"

"It doesn't matter, isn't Wuwei here? From now on, the world will belong to the young generation of Wuwei!"

The eight firsts chatted casually, and although they were very expensive, they still had good spirits.

"Everyone, go back and rest!"

Chu Xingkuang also smiled.

"Wuwu, you go to my place and sit down, we have a good chat."

Chu Xingkuan looked at Ye Wuque, who nodded lightly.

At the moment, a group of ten people all walked out of the Patriarch Hall, walked slowly on the forest path, enjoying the beauty of the small valley, all with a smile.

Chu Xingkuang and Ye Wuque were at the very least.

Among the eight first seats, the first seat of Qingyuan was walking in the middle at this time, and his gaze fell on Ye Wuque’s back at this time, with a faint smile on his face, and a pair of deep and clear eyes. A hint of inexplicable meaning flashed inside.

After walking to the exit of the small valley, the eight first seats all returned to Chu Xing madly and went back to rest.

Only Ye Wuque and Chu Xingkuang were walking slowly in the ancient alliance.

Where the two passed, countless Jiumai disciples were immediately attracted to stand respectfully, all saluting from a distance, watching them with awe and fanatical gaze from a distance.

The countless disciples of the Nine Vessels of the Ancient League seem to have not changed in any way from the past, nor do they have any other feelings.

Not only the disciples of the Ancient League, but also the first seat of the Eight Great Leagues, and even Chu Xingkuang!

They all seem to have no awareness of the so-called "back in time" that just happened, and they don't know at all.

Chu Xingkuang walked in the Ancient League with Ye Wuque. He began to introduce Ye Wuque all the flowers, plants and trees and various situations in the Ancient League.

Every Chu Xing Kuang is like a few treasures, easy to come by.

Ye Wuque listened quietly all the way, and under Chu Xingkuang's introduction, he also learned more about the various situations of the Ancient League.

Until an hour later, the two came to Chu Xingkuang's hall of the leader.

Inside the hall.

Chu Xingkuang and Ye Wuque had already sat down cross-legged, and Chu Xingkuang personally cooked tea for Ye Wuque, and soon the whole hall was full of tea fragrance.

Soon, Chu Xingkuang made an inviting gesture to Ye Wuque, and said with a smile: "Come on! Wu Que, try my craft."

Ye Wuque immediately raised the teacup filled with slightly hot green tea and gently put it into his mouth, and Chu Xingkuang did the same, raising a cup of tea.

The two quietly tasted tea.

"Good tea! The taste is bitter and astringent, but it has a strong aroma. After the lord you soaked, the aroma will be more intense, and it will be sweet after you go down.

Putting down the wine glass, Ye Wuque praised.

"Haha! It seems that this tea-making ability has not been completely lost all these years."

Chu Xingkuang laughed.

"Wonderful! Do you know? Even now, I still can't imagine that Jiuyou, who has troubled the territories of the human race for a long time, has been put down!"

"So far, I think it's...a dream!"

Chu Xingkuang said with emotion.

Ye Wuque listened quietly.

"I'm so lucky now! God pityed my ancient alliance and gave you to the ancient alliance. If it weren't for you, the war would continue!"

"I will use tea instead of wine, to toast you!"

Chu Xingkuang solemnly toasted.

"The leader is serious."

Ye Wuque smiled faintly, and also raised his teacup.

After drunk it, Chu Xingkuang continued to speak: "No shortage, you now have a lofty identity in the entire human race."

"I'm calling you over. Apart from chatting, I also have selfish intentions..."

Chu Xing looked at Ye Wuque with a wild smile.