Chapter One Three Six Seven The Little Witch Enters the Ancestral Tomb

Scar Man was frightened by a little beggar, he was naturally very upset, and he didn't have a good temper. Others also stared at Chu Fan maliciously.

"Guest officials, I'm sorry, this little beggar suddenly ran in by himself, so I will chase him away." Xiao Er quickly followed up, and continued to please him.

Without waiting for the Scarlet Man to wait for the monk to speak, Xiao Er looked at Chu Fan coldly and said, "If you don't get out of the way, I really want to anger the uncles, you are pretty!"

On the surface, Xiao Er was angry at Chu Fan, but in fact he couldn't bear Chu Fan being killed by these monks. In this world, no one cares about killing a little beggar.

Chu Fan gave Xiao Er a grateful look, then looked at Scar Man with a smile and said, "What if I don't get out?"

Hearing this, Xiao Er showed a look of astonishment. Could this little beggar come to find death?

The others were also slightly taken aback, Chu Fan, the little guy's performance completely beyond their expectations, originally thought that Chu Fan would be scared away.

How do they know that now Chu Fan is an infinitely close to the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, and there is no problem at all in sweeping Wushuang Saint City, so how can they care about these war emperor realm cultivators?

"If you don't get out, some are suffering." Scar man sneered. When he was so ignored by a little beggar, he also didn't get angry.

"I want to ask you one last sentence. If you don't answer my question just now, I can guarantee you will regret it!" Chu Fan stared at Scar Man, unable to find Xiao Fan, and suddenly heard the news of Chu Ling'er. Fan naturally will not miss it.

Especially after hearing that Chu Ling'er had become the eldest lady of the ancient Chu family, Chu Fan was extremely unbelievable.

You know, Chu Ling'er is just a medicine slave, and Chu Ling'er was responsible for his escape at the beginning.

Otherwise, he may be dead now, and Chu Ling'er and Chu Fan are grateful from the heart.

"Haha, where did the yellow-skinned kid come here to speak out, the evil master hasn't seen blood for a long time, you are forcing me to use you for the operation." The scar man's tone became colder and colder, and at the end he raised his hand. A streamer shot towards Chu Fan.

The crowd looked at Chu Fan pitifully. From their point of view, the dignified battle emperor realm attacked a little beggar, and the result can be imagined.

however....

A stream of light flashed through everyone's eyes, and the crowd stared wide-eyed, only to see Chu Fan suddenly disappeared in place, avoiding the attack of Scar Man.

Immediately afterwards, Scar Man suddenly flew out and hit the ground fiercely. At the same time, Chu Fan reappeared with one foot on Scar Man's chest.

Scar man spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and looked at the weak figure in horror, his eyes were full of horror.

He was in the dignified battle emperor realm. He was killed by a six or seven-year-old beggar. Moreover, he felt that Chu Fan was merciful.

There was a dead silence, no one dared to speak, all looked at Chu Fan like a monster.

Many people recalled Chu Fan's words in their minds, and they no longer had any contempt, because Chu Fan did have the strength to say these words.

Chu Fan looked very calm and grinned and said, "Now you can tell me about Chu Linger."

"Yes, of course!" Where did Scar Man dare to resist, he quickly told Chu Fan what he knew, and other onlookers added from time to time.

Finally, when talking about the opening of the ancient land of Loulan, Chu Fan frowned, and said in his heart: "The Temple of War? It seems that I have to go to the Temple of War. As long as I find Sister Ling'er, let her move the Chu family. People from here will find Brother Xiao, he will definitely be much faster than me. I hope Sister Shiyu is not in danger now."

"Well, that's it!" Chu Fan muttered to himself, and suddenly disappeared in place.

The huge pressure disappeared, and the originally nervous crowd all felt a little weak, and they realized that they were already sweating.

If not so many people had seen such an enchanting evildoer, they would definitely think they had a dream.

...

At this moment, the island where the Soul Race was, the East Palace was, and the outside world was full of monks, as if they were waiting for something.

Headed by the soul clan elders, the grand elder Ying's mother-in-law stood in the forefront, her deep and thin eyes staring at the hall, but the light fell on the seventh elder, as if asking something.

"Don't worry, the Great Elder, we have implemented a space ban in the East Palace, and it is impossible to escape from here." The Seventh Elder smiled slightly and spoke to her mother-in-law Ying.

Granny Ying nodded, so she was relieved. When she looked at the door of the East Palace again, the door of the main hall suddenly trembled slightly.

With a bang, the door of the main hall opened, and a beautiful woman in a white dress and a golden crown came out. The woman was no one else but the little witch Ye Shiyu.

Today's little witch is extraordinary, like a pure lotus that leaves the silt but is not stained. It is icy and jade, elegant and noble.

With a smile, it can easily touch the heartstrings of people. Many male monks in the soul race coveted. When the little witch's eyes swept over them, they were all excited.

Many people even turn the little witches into dream lovers, always dreaming of being with their goddess in their minds.

"Meet the princess!"

Everyone bowed down one after another, whether they were sincere or fake, for these three months, they had not dared to do anything presumptuous in front of Ye Shiyu.

"Everyone, get up!" The little witch was gentle and pleasant, with the temperament of a proud woman in her gestures. She glanced at the audience, but she felt something lacking. The little witch said again: "Elder, what about Sister Huanhen? Didn't you let her lead me the way?"

A touch of unnaturalness flashed across the grand elder's face, but he quickly recovered his calmness, and looked at the nine elders aside and said, "Nine elders, what about the phantom marks, haven't they arranged it long ago?"

"Back to the princess, the elder, I will notify the phantom mark." The nine elders respectfully saluted, and then disappeared in place. After only twenty breaths, the nine elders appeared in front of the little witch with Shen Huan marks.

Compared to three months ago, Shen Huanhen was a lot more haggard, looking at the little witch full of apologies.

"Sister Huanhen, I am going to the ancestral tomb, please lead the way!" The little witch said with a smile, without any fear.

Shen Huanhen looked complicated for a while, and finally nodded, walked to the little witch, and suddenly stepped into the air.

The great elder and others followed one after another, as if they were afraid that they would escape, and the few people never exceeded the distance between the little witch and Shen Huanhen by three feet.

"Shi Yu, I'm sorry! I was the one who killed you!" Shen Huanhen spoke to the little witch without looking back, perhaps because she didn't dare to look at the little witch directly.

"What caused you to harm me?" The little witch still had a smile on her face, and suddenly appeared next to Shen Huanhen, and said meaningfully: "Sister Huanhen, don't worry, I already knew the thoughts of the elders and others. ."

"You...know it? Then, why did you promise them?" Shen Huanhen almost called out, her body trembling slightly, looking at the little witch in disbelief.

"Because I am a little witch!" The little witch chuckled, but she added another sentence in her heart: "If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you will get a tiger. Ye Shiyu is not a vase. Even if I can't help my husband, I can't hold back my husband!"

Because I am a little witch!

In simple words, it shocked Shen Huanhen, her smile filled with invincible confidence.

She wanted to tell the little witch that she had notified Xiao Fan, but after thinking about it, she finally didn't say anything. The two quickly flew towards the depths of the island.