My grandfather is Ye Feng

The battle spirit holy city is the largest city in the profound domain. The most powerful force here is not the battle **** temple, but the battle spirit temple.

Although the Hall of War Soul is affiliated to the Temple of the God of War, in the Holy City of Soul of the War, the words of the Hall of Soul of the War are considered words, even if the Temple of War God has to give some face.

On this day, the battle spirit holy city was as lively as usual, with busy traffic and blooming flowers, even the Wushuang holy city was slightly inferior.

On the street, five strange figures walk aimlessly, with curious eyes looking around. In front of them is a man and a woman, like a couple.

Behind the two of them, followed by a golden lion measuring ten feet in size. The golden hair was soft and shining, like dragons walking.

In addition, there is a child about six or seven years old. The child is looking around, his eyes quivering around him. On his shoulder, sits a small stone man with a palm.

The little stone man looked at this colorful world of colorful flowers curiously. Its figure disappeared on the shoulders of the little boy from time to time, and at the same time, some monks screamed around.

"Who stole my soul ring?"

"Who stole my elixir?"

Where can ordinary monks catch the figure of the little stone man, and any soul ring, lost it for nothing.

I saw that the ten fingers of Little Stone were already covered with rings, and even the fleshy fingers of the little boy were also covered.

"Shi Sheng, look at that, that is the middle stage of the War Emperor Realm. There must be a lot of good things in its soul ring." The little boy pointed to a young monk wearing a golden shirt not far away.

boom! As soon as the voice fell, a violent thud knocked on his forehead, the hurting guy screamed, tears in his eyes.

"You two better be quiet for me!" It was the young man in black robes who spoke in front of him. You don't need to think about it to know that this person is Xiao Fan.

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

"Because you have been teaching him badly!" Xiao Fan gave Chu Fan an angry look, and then added another sentence in his heart: "This stone is not so hard. It hurts me to hit it."

Chu Fan wanted to cry without tears. He wanted to say, Shi Sheng, this boy, has a bad stomach worse than me, but he is still not ready to offend Shi Sheng, who calls Shi Sheng the pinnacle of battle.

"Brother, how do you sell this stone doll?" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and the young man in the golden shirt that Chu Fan was about to make his mind came over and looked at the Shi Shengdao on Chu Fan's shoulder.

Behind the young man in Jinpao, two young people around the age of twenty-five and six were followed, obviously all his dog legs.

"This Xiongtai really has good eyesight. I am not a simple stone doll. He is an extremely powerful soul sculpture. How about ten million best soul stones?" Xiao Fan smiled and looked at the young man in the golden robe.

"Ten million of the best soul stones, are you sure?" The young man in Jinpao raised his brows and almost burst out, and that anger was forcibly suppressed by him.

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

Then he said: "This Xiongtai, you are the newcomers to the Holy City of the Soul of War, Ye Hai, I am not talented, but I can say a word in this Holy City of the Soul of War, ten million best souls. The stone is too expensive, how about 100,000 yuan? If you need my help, my brother will definitely help you."

I have to say that Ye Hai is really ruthless. He cut to 100,000 in one sentence, and only one percent is left.

"One hundred thousand?" Before Xiao Fan spoke, Shi Sheng looked at Ye Hai like an idiot, and said: "One hundred thousand wants to buy Xiaoye, who do you think you are? Go away, don't let Xiaoye see you, Otherwise, you will be killed!"

It’s no wonder that Shi Sheng is so angry. He is a dignified Holy Spirit, a genius of the Shiren tribe, a powerhouse of the ninth-level peak, and ten million top-quality soul beasts can’t buy it. Ye Hai only sells one hundred thousand. Anger?

"Are you going to kill me?" Ye Hai was obviously angry too, patted his chest and said: "Don't be afraid to tell you, in this battle spirit holy city, very few dare to slap me, do you know who my grandfather is?"

"Who is your grandfather?" Xiao Fan pretended to be surprised. This Ye Hai's strength was only in the middle of the battle of the Emperor Realm. At a glance, he knew that he was not a child of a big character.

Otherwise, with the strength of the Battle Soul Palace Ye Family, it would be no problem to buy one or two Rank Nine Battle Soul Pills. With the Rank Nine Battle Soul Palace, his talent would definitely be greatly improved.

"Listen well, my grandfather is Ye Feng, the eighth elder of the Wars Temple headquarters, do you know now?" Ye Hai said proudly, his eyes seemed to grow above his head.

There was a strange look on Xiao Fan's face, Ye Feng, why is this name so familiar?

"Boy, now I know I'm afraid? Unfortunately, it's useless. Ye Hai doesn't bully you. I bought this stone doll for one hundred thousand best soul stones." Ye Hai saw Xiao Fan's appearance and thought Xiao Fan was afraid?

Ye Hai deliberately raised his voice, attracting a lot of monks' onlookers around him. When many people saw Ye Hai, they had already avoided far away, as if they were afraid of offending him.

"This kid was actually slapped by Ye Hai, this is terrible."

"Yeah, Ye Hai is not very strong, but his grandpa is the eighth elder of the Battle Soul Palace, and he is also the number one person in this Battle Soul Holy City."

"Who said no, and I heard that Elder Ye Feng's strength has broken through again, and it seems that he has reached the middle stage of the Battle Saint Realm."

The crowd whispered, looking at Xiao Fan and the others with sympathy.

If in the past, Xiao Fan might have been really afraid of the elders in the headquarters of the Battle Soul Palace, but now, Xiao Fan would not take it seriously.

In the headquarters of the Battle Soul Palace, the strongest is not only the cultivation base in the middle and late stages of the Battle Saint Realm, the real powerhouses of the Ye Family are definitely in the Ye Family Ancient City.

What's more, this Ye Feng is not someone else, but the Ye Feng who went to Wushuang Holy City before and flaunted his might in front of Ye Shishui.

Even if Ye Shishui didn't put him in his eyes, how could Xiao Fan be afraid of him? You know, Ye Feng was controlled by Xiao Fan.

Later, because Xiao Fan was sent into the sea of ??riots by Bei Lao, Ye Feng followed Bei Lao back to the Southern Territory, and then disappeared, but he did not expect to have returned to the Holy City of War Soul.

Originally, Xiao Fan was still going to slowly figure out a way to enter the Battle Soul Palace, but now, Xiao Fan has changed his mind.

"Are you sure your grandfather is Ye Feng?" Xiao Fan didn't mean to tease him anymore, and asked very seriously.

"Don't I lie to you?" Ye Hai looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer, and said very proudly: "For your newcomer to the Holy City of Battle Spirit, I can't help you. This is the one hundred thousand best soul stone. , This stone doll belongs to me."

"Is your grandpa very good?" Xiao Fan almost laughed. He was able to play with Ye Feng in applause back then, not to mention now?

"Snapped!"

As soon as Ye Hai was about to speak, he was slapped away by Shi Sheng. This guy spoke about the stone doll, and Shi Sheng finally couldn't bear it.

"Yellow-haired kid, do you like pretending to be coercive? Xiaoye really wants to kill you!" Shi Sheng scolded.

Ye Hai and the surrounding cultivators were all dumbfounded by Shi Sheng's slap. They didn't expect that Little Stone Man was so powerful that even Ye Hai who was fighting the Emperor Realm was not an opponent.

Their courage is really not so big, they dare to beat the grandson of the eighth elder of the battle spirit hall in the war spirit holy city.

Ye Hai slammed heavily on the ground, splashing several blood in his mouth, and two blood pressures, before he slid out ten feet to stop.

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