At the banquet, everyone heard Xia Qingyuan's words and showed a sense of thought.

Xia Qingkite, what is the purpose of this?

It seems that he is reprimanding Ye Futian, but he asked him to fight with the person who hates the sky, and the disciples who are not there are Li Futian, and the disciples who are present are afraid that they are Ye Futian's opponents.

This made many people show great interest, Emperor Xia canonized Ye Futian as the princess's close attendant, which means that Ye Futian is Xia Qingyuan's person, so this seems to be a reprimand, whether it is also to show dissatisfaction with the person who hates the sky.

Just now, it was Feng Xiao's provocative words, announcing what Ye Futian said in public, since this is the case, let's have a discussion.

Seemingly, it is impossible to refute.

Xiao Qianhe glanced at Xia Qingyuan, the princess, it seems that she has her own opinions.

It's okay, let's see how much strength Ye Futian has.

If it was really just a madman who spoke wildly, then he didn't have to worry, Emperor Xia and Xia Qingyuan would not use Ye Futian.

Yaoxi glanced at Ye Futian beside her with a little meaning, she didn't know if Xia Qingyuan knew Ye Futian's strength, and she didn't know how strong Ye Futian's strength was.

However, after he made a move, he could deduce the approximate situation, and he could also speculate what kind of attitude Xia Qingyuan had towards Ye Futian.

Ye Futian glanced at Xia Qingyuan in some surprise, others didn't know, but his heart was like a mirror, no one knew his strength better than Xia Qingyuan.

The battle of the Imperial Tomb, the Holy War of the Dao Palace, Xia Qingyuan all knows.

Thinking of this, the haze in Ye Futian's heart also disappeared, since Xia Qingyuan was on his side, then in a sense, it was also the will of Emperor Xia, even if it was the Xiao family where the imperial concubine was, as long as he didn't offend too ruthlessly, there would be nothing.

Ye Futian was also quite grateful in his heart, although Xia Qingyuan's personality was not very good, but it didn't matter, the key was the position.

Of course, Xia Qingyuan's unpleasant scolding of himself must be true, if he had the opportunity, he would never suspect that Xia Qingyuan would want to beat him.

"Yes, Princess. Ye Futian got up and saluted, looking very polite and respectful, since he was Xia Qingyuan's person, he had to show his attitude.

During the banquet, there was an open space, although it was not small, but it was obviously not enough to support the battle of the peak level of the sage.

However, Ye Futian didn't care, walked to the middle, and saluted to Old Man Xiao and Concubine Xiao on the stage: "Today is the birthday banquet of Old Seniors Xiao, and the younger generations are invited here, so naturally they should not disturb the interest of their predecessors and make a big move, so that they can play a song here to celebrate the birthday of Old Seniors Xiao, and with the sound of the piano, they will leave the meaning of hating the Heavenly Sword and cultivating the sword." ”

Ye Futian said, looked in the direction of the people who hated the sky, and said: "Since the people who hate the sky say that I have spoken wildly, the realm of the saint, let's come together." ”

With that, he sat cross-legged, and the spirit of the harp appeared, floating in front of him.

Without waiting for the person who hated the sky to fight, the ten fingers directly plucked the strings, and the piano sounded.

The banquet place was extraordinarily quiet, only the music notes were beating at the moment, and everyone's eyes were looking at the white-haired young man sitting alone, as if he was the only one at this moment.

In the sound of the piano, there seems to be a wisp of loneliness, as if left behind and independent, many people have a wonderful artistic conception, at this moment, even though Ye Futian is in a lively banquet, he seems to be alone, isolated from the world.

"Go ahead. The Sword Saint who led the army from the hating sky spoke, and suddenly the figures from the hating sky stepped out one by one, and many sword cultivators stepped forward at the same time, surrounding Ye Futian.

In front of Ye Futian, Mo Li, who hated Tian, also sat cross-legged and took out his guqin.

Feng Xiao stood beside him, and the rest of the people stood around Ye Futian, all of them with sword intent on their bodies.

"You can do it. Ye Futian opened his mouth and said, his voice fell, and there was a person in front of him who had a sword intent on his body and slashed out directly, without the slightest hint of politeness.

The two sides were very close to each other, compressing the sword intent attack into an extremely narrow range, but the destructive power was absolutely terrifying and extremely dangerous.

This sword intent made a sharp sound of sneering, as fast as lightning, and slashed towards Ye Futian.

Ye Futian flicked his fingers, the strings trembled, and a wisp of piano sound broke through the air, turning into a terrifying rule technique, directly smashing the sword intent that was slashed.

"Sneering ......" In an instant, the terrifying sword qi storm gathered, and the powerhouses who hated the heavens burst out with amazing sword intent at the same time, in the middle of the banquet, a suffocating coercion appeared, turning into a terrifying storm, and a holy realm figure made a move, arranging a light curtain to isolate the battlefield, and suddenly the terrifying sword qi storm tore through the void, turning into endless sword intent, and slashed towards Ye Futian at the same time.

Ye Futian didn't move, and neither did the people who hated the sky, but the confrontation between the qin sound and the sword intent.

At this moment, the small space seemed like the end of the world.

Ye Futian is in the center direction.

However, as if he didn't feel it, he still played the piano music quietly, and his piano sound actually penetrated the sword qi storm and came out, and a terrifying storm of rules appeared around the lonely figure.

The sound of the piano played by Mo Li also sounded at the same time, turning into an extremely sharp sword intent, as if there were thousands of threads, and each piano sound was like a sword, piercing into Ye Futian's mind.

Not only that, in the severed storm, there was still infinite sword intent to kill Ye Futian, but he still sat there quietly as if he couldn't perceive it, and countless sharp swords slashed towards his body and pierced into his spiritual will, Ye Futian at this time seemed to be torn to pieces in an instant.

But he is still playing quietly, lonely and sad, but he has an extreme sense of pride, as if to declare that even if the world is the enemy, he is still him, and he will not shake his state of mind.

Ye Futian's white hair was like a sword, dancing in the storm, his clothes were hunting, and his whole body was filled with a regular aura at this moment, and the endless sword intent could not cut into his body.

"The rules of space and the rules of the stars are one. Those Saint Realm figures naturally sensed the power of Ye Futian's body, and he arranged an absolute defense around his body, and under the shroud of the sound of the qin, the power of the rules seemed to be rioting.

The powerhouses of the Heaven Hatred Heaven frowned slightly, the stronger sword intent on his body burst out, and some people even released their life souls, Mo Li's ten fingers frantically plucked the strings, wanting to penetrate the other party's spiritual will with the sound of the piano, thus affecting Ye Futian, but he found that Ye Futian seemed to be unable to hear it.

The storm of piano music played by Ye Futian became more and more intense, filling the vast and endless space, and this small space was filled with a destructive spatial tearing force at this time, making many people feel a hint of threat.

Finally, the body of a sword cultivator moved, like a straight sword, stabbing towards Ye Futian, a sword was born, the soul of the person was broken, the space seemed to be divided into two, and the sword slashed.

Ye Futian still sat there quietly, not even raising his head, at this moment, that sword cultivator only felt that there was a lightning bolt of destruction in his mind, which made his soul tremble, and at the same moment, his body seemed to be still, the storm of destruction enveloped him, at this moment, he had a deep sense of fear.

What kind of powerful rule power and mental will attack is this?

As if, there is no way to fight back.

"The world says I'm arrogant, but why should I prove it to the world? Ye Futian spoke calmly, the words fell, his right hand crossed the strings, and in an instant, the sword cultivator snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell.

Not only him, but the surrounding sword cultivators who hated the heavens were attacked by Qin Yin at the same time, and at this moment, Qin Yin really turned into a spiritual attack, directly penetrating their will, at this time, they gave birth to an illusion, as if they were in a doomsday calamity.

Not only that, but their bodies also seemed to be still, unable to move.

"I am me, under the holy realm, who deserves to fight?" his voice fell, his fingers plucked the strings again, and in an instant, one figure after another snorted, blood spit out from his mouth, the strings in Mo Li's hand broke directly, his face was as pale as paper, and the whole space was only Ye Futian's piano sound, and the suffocating storm.

It seems that everyone is under Ye Futian's control.

Under the holy realm, who deserves to fight?

Away from the Heavenly Sword Cultivation, no one moved anymore, and they didn't have the ability to move.

Ye Futian was still playing slowly, but the passionate music was gradually coming to an end, becoming quiet, but still lonely.

It's as if he doesn't need anyone to understand, he doesn't need to prove anything to the world.

He came from the Nether Realm Kyushu, even though many people questioned him, even though many big people thought that he was too arrogant and could not be compared with those demonic figures who stood at the peak of the Upper Realm, but so what?

Xia Qingyuan let him fight, so a song came out, leaving the hateful sky, and there was no one under the saint.

The sound of the piano slowly fell, Ye Futian's white hair was flying, and he sat there quietly, as if he had never done anything before.

However, everyone present was deeply shocked, he resisted the attack of Zhu Jian Xiu, only with the control of the rules and the strength of the body, only in the end, he launched an attack, the sound of the qin and the rule attack came at the same time, who deserves a fight?

No one.

Even if you are a cultivator of the Heaven of Hatred, it is the same.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the sound of this piano seemed to really realize how proud this white-haired young man from Kyushu was.

Emperor Xia canonized him as the princess's attendant, and it seems that he understands how strong he is, so he will appreciate him.

From this point of view, Emperor Xia may value Ye Futian more than everyone imagined.

Then Xia Qingyuan just let Ye Futian make a move, which is also worth recalling.

This is announcing that Ye Futian is her person?

Xiao Qianhe stared at the figure, and from Ye Futian's body, he felt a sharp aura.

Ye Futian put away the soul of the qin, he got up, bowed slightly to the ceremony, and said, "Disturb Xiao's seniors Yaxing, the younger generation's mistakes, Ye Futian will leave." ”

"Go ahead. Before the others could speak, Xia Qingyuan said lightly.

Ye Futian retreated, and then turned around and left here with the people of the Dao Palace.

Since Xiao Qianhe has another purpose, then he doesn't need to deliberately leave the other party here!

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