Chapter 502 Jade Pei out, four generations now

Chapter 502 Jade Pei out, four generations now

"However, the family's industry in the imperial capital has still been suppressed by other families," after a pause, Ye Wushuang frowned.

"The Situ family and the Eastern family?" Jian frowned slightly, and Ye Chen also said in a deep voice.

"In the imperial capital, except for those families, there are no other families who dare to be enemies of the family" Saying this, Ye Wushuang's face showed a rare look of pride.

For the children of a family like them, the family is prosperous, and they are honored, as the saying goes, both are prosperous.

"Old guy Situ doesn't give up" Thinking of the embarrassing scene he had a few months ago, a chill appeared in Ye Chen's eyes.

"Another thing worth noting is the Huang family in Luoxia City" His eyes moved slightly, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on Ye Wushuang's face.

"Huang family?" Regarding the families in Luoxia City, Ye Chen only knew about the Luo family and the Liu family, and he didn't have much impression of those small families.

"The Huang family was originally just a non-mainstream family, but recently there have been many masters in the family, according to the investigation of Yuhualou, the way out of these masters is from the imperial capital" Wielding a feather fan, Ye Wushuang told the reason for the Huang family. Hearing this, Ye Chen only nodded slightly, and asked, "Find out which family these masters are from, the five great families of the imperial capital, or the imperial family?"

"Royal" Ye Wushuang said accurately, from which it can be seen how terrifying the intelligence ability of Yuhualou is now.

"The most important thing in the Emperor's Art is the way of balance, this royal family secretly supports the First Family in Luoxia City, and its purpose is undoubtedly to involve the family, and even take the role of supervision" Lowering his head slightly, Ye Chen said softly.

"What about the Huang family?" Saying this, Ye Wushuang's eyes couldn't help but show a little chill, after taking power, there were no less than hundreds of lives that died indirectly on Ye Wushuang's hands.

"Since the family's industry has not been suppressed, then it is good to let it go and keep a Huang family, it is not bad to be able to reassure the royal family," Ye Chen chuckled.

"However, some warnings are still necessary, when the time is right, let the Huang family pay a little price" After a pause, Ye Chen's tone changed, and he said in a cold voice.

The cold wind blew through the long hair of the two, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but shiver, at that moment just now, Ye Wushuang seemed to be in hell as cold.

"My God, how many people has the head of this family killed" Although Ye Chen's hostility was not aimed at Ye Wushuang, Ye Wushuang was still moved and suffocated.

"Is he back?" fell into a brief silence between the two, and after a few breaths, Ye Chen spoke up.

"He?" Ye Wushuang didn't react for a while, but when he caught a glimpse of the complicated color in Ye Chen's eyes, he immediately reacted: "There has been no news of the old master so far."

Under the stars in the sky, the first rays of dawn between heaven and earth emerged from the sky, and the dawn broke through the clouds and mist of late autumn and fell on Ye Chen and Ye Wushuang.

The figure took a step forward unhurriedly, Ye Chen's figure turned into a streamer of light and shot towards the ancestral pavilion, and his voice still resounded above the library pavilion: "According to the usual practice, family affairs are handled by you and Ye Leng."

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang smiled helplessly, the owner of this family shook his hand and became addicted.

At dawn, a thin layer of frost formed on the branches of the trees beside the stone path.

Autumn is blowing, and the ancestral pavilion bathed in the dawn is still so quiet, quiet like a sleeping old man.

The figure stopped in mid-air, looking at this classical ancestral pavilion, a trace of nostalgia appeared in Ye Chen's eyes, his feet stepped slightly, and his figure fell to the ground unhurriedly.

As soon as his front foot touched the ground, Ye Chen noticed a figure sweeping out of the building next to the ancestral pavilion, and it was the old man who was guarding the pavilion at the beginning.

Seeing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly and said, "I've seen my predecessors."

"I'm back" Seeing that it was Ye Chen, a trace of joy welled up on the old man's face, but when he saw the terrifying aura on Ye Chen's body, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Breakthrough, Fake Soul Martial Realm?"

When the old man noticed Ye Chen's breath, how could Ye Chen not?

He also looked at the old man with a stunned face, and immediately, Ye Chen clasped his hands into fists and arched his hand at the old man: "Congratulations senior"

In Ye Chen's induction, this old man also broke through, and his aura was also a fake soul martial realm.

"Old" In front of Ye Chen, the old man couldn't help but be shocked, and said with emotion: "A generation of new people replace the old people, and they are old."

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly, his handprint waved out, and the ancestral pavilion, which had been closed for several months, opened again, and Ye Chen's figure also turned into a breeze and jumped into the ancestral pavilion.

Standing on the top floor of the Ancestral Pavilion, Ye Chen looked at the familiar scene around him and breathed a sigh of relief, only here did he dare to cultivate boldly.

Months of penance have made Ye Chen's true qi stronger and stronger, but what makes Ye Chen helpless is that he has not touched the opportunity to break through for a long time, Ye Chen is not in a hurry for this, and continues to maintain a normal heart.

According to the habit of cultivation, Ye Chen ran several exercises for several weeks before stopping, and then he got up and danced the sword, and a set of martial arts from simple to complex appeared in Ye Chen's hands.

Reviewing the past and learning the new, every time he practiced a martial art, Ye Chen had a different understanding, and his vision improved little by little.

The most terrifying thing in the realm of selflessness is that when he is immersed in something, it is not easy for him to wake up, and when Ye Chen stopped dancing the sword, it was already late at night outside the pavilion.

Reflecting from the previous realm, now, Ye Chen still has a feeling of trance, his soul power spreads out, feeling the stars in the outside world, and he can't help but be stunned: "It turns out that it's late at night."

Untying the wine jug at his waist, Ye Chen took a few sips, and his gaze also moved to the Qilin Ring.

This time, he and the Fire Qilin spent a lot of energy breaking into the Sword Tower, in order to get the third jade pendant.

Compared with the sword intent of the second generation of the moon god and the third generation of the moon god, according to the description of the fire qilin, the sword intent of the third generation is not the artistic conception of self, but the artistic conception of no self.

Therefore, the sword intent of the three generations is also selfless sword intent.

Taking out the jade pendant from the unicorn ring, when the jade pendant was just exposed to the air, an extremely crisp sword groan sounded from the jade pendant, and this sword chant did not resound in Ye Chen's ears, but directly resounded in Ye Chen's mind.

The jade pendant automatically floated up from Ye Chen's hand, and finally floated strangely in mid-air.

For a moment, the Ancestral Pavilion, which had been silent for an unknown number of months, shook again, and its fierce sword aura emerged from the pitch-black wall.

The sword qi was like a tide, and finally converged on the jade pendant, and the originally dim jade pendant immediately bloomed with a brilliant light, which was extremely dazzling.

In that brilliant light, a figure emerged, and when Ye Chen saw that illusory figure, a look of shock finally appeared on his calm face.

Looking up, the person's long hair was scattered like ink on the white clothes, only a little white belt tied the hair in front of his head, the whole body exuded the same cold temperament as his sword, the whole body exuded a cold breath, the eyes were like a god looking down on ants, holding a seven-foot green peak in his hand, this figure Ye Chen was not unfamiliar, and it could even be said to be impressive.

"Four generations" Ye Chen didn't expect to see the figure of the four generations here, at this moment, Ye Chen's body suddenly shook, could it be that there was a trace of the remnants of the four generations in each jade pendant?

In the Ancestral Pavilion and in the Sword Tomb, Ye Chen had seen four generations.

As if sensing Ye Chen's existence, the eyes of the four generations slowly glanced towards Ye Chen, and their strong voice sounded in the void in vain: "Gathering the Moon God, Qijian Tomb, Ten Thousand Years of Chaos, the End of the Two"

Its voice brought Ye Chen a sense of vicissitudes, but the meaning of these words made Ye Chen puzzled for a while.

Suddenly, the figure of the fourth generation took a step forward in vain, his left hand pointed at the sword, and the sword finger quickly pointed a few fingers forward, and the fingertips lit up with a little bright purple light, and the air rippled around his index finger in circles like water.

At this moment, Ye Chen's heart was suddenly shocked, and in this finger, Ye Chen felt the artistic conception.

That kind of artistic conception is the artistic conception of selflessness, which is the original artistic conception of the four generations, and at this moment, Ye Chen saw the artistic conception of the four generations with his own eyes for the first time.

For a while, Ye Chen was immersed in the fingers of the four generations, and he didn't know that the figures of the four generations had turned into points of light and dissipated again.

"If you understand, it's yours, if you don't understand, it's up to you to understand or not" In the huge ancestral pavilion, a strong voice slowly floated.