Jiang Han and others were all shocked, stood up suddenly, turned their heads and looked behind them.

What caught my eye was a majestic figure wearing an imperial robe. Although there was no breath, there was still a heavy pressure, which was heavy in the hearts of Jiang Han and others.

"Greetings to the Emperor!" Ye Ruhong and others were all busy saluting.

"Ye Qianchou nodded lightly, causing everyone to get up.

"Why is he here?" Jiang Han also bowed to Ye Ruhong and others, but his eyebrows were jumping. He had asked Ye Tianming before, knowing that Ye Qianchou had not come, so he didn't wear a mask.

This time, I'm afraid I can't hide it anymore!

As expected, Ye Qianchou stared at Jiang Han's eyes, with a strange light shining in his plainness.

"father……"

Ye Tianming spoke softly, and as soon as he spit out a word, Ye Qianchou's gaze fell on him. His voice stopped abruptly and he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He shrank his neck and dared not speak anymore.

Obviously, Ye Tianming has a deep awe of Ye Qianchou!

The next moment, Ye Qianchou looked at Jiang Han again, with a kind of scrutiny.

Jiang Han tried hard to look at him directly, but after trying it a few times, he finally gave up, and sweat soaked his back.

Because, although Ye Qianchou was ordinary gaze, he was carrying a sense of the power of the emperor. In Jiang Han's sense, this power was even stronger than the power of the martial arts master, which almost made him unable to resist.

"I want to talk to Jiang Han alone."

After a while, Ye Qianchou finally stopped looking at him, but what he said made Jiang Han tense all over.

Ye Tianming gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but as soon as he looked up, he faced Ye Qianchou's gaze that looked like a smile, and immediately retracted his head.

Yan Yumo and others did not notice anything wrong, so they took back to Ye Qianchou and walked outside.

Only Jiang Han and Ye Qianchou were left in the house.

Ye Qianchou looked at Jiang Han quietly. A divine light burst into his eyes, and his brow suddenly frowned, but it immediately stretched out.

Jiang Han didn't speak, but just stood silently. He couldn't hide it anyway, so he wanted to know what Ye Qianchou would say!

For a moment, a needle fell in the room could be heard, and only the sound of two people breathing.

a long time.

"Your mother, are you okay?" Ye Qianchou spoke softly.

"The Emperor Lao has troubled me. My mother is still in good health. She just missed my dead bastard father occasionally, and her hair turned white early." Jiang Han was still a little nervous, but at this moment, she calmed down. He poured two cups of tea, "Please sit down with me!"

Ye Qianchou was stunned for a moment, and a complex light flashed through his eyes. It was hard to say whether it was longing, indifferent, or sadness.

He sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Good tea!"

Jiang Han sat opposite Ye Qianchou and said in a low voice: "I wonder what the emperor has to do to talk to the grass people alone?"

"Do you really don't know, or you don't know?" Ye Qianchou stared at him and said.

"How can the emperor explain this?" Jiang Han could already look straight at Ye Qianchou's gaze. His eyes were bright and he chuckled, "Forgive the people of the grass to be stupid and unable to understand."

silence.

Ye Qianchou's eyes were as light as water. He stared at Jiang Han for a while and suddenly sighed softly. "I don't even have a puzzle with you. According to my understanding, you are from Baiyun City, so Hanyan... are still there, right?"

"Emperor, please pay attention to your words." Jiang Han's eyes were chilling in his cold voice, "I respect you as the lord of a country, but please do not call me directly in the name of my mother."

boom!

A terrifying pressure suddenly fell on Jiang Han's body, as if several mountains were pressing down. In an instant, Jiang Han's blood was not smooth and his sweat was as low as rain.

Ye Qianchou's eyes were shining with golden light, like two golden lanterns, with strange patterns rotating inside.

He stared at Jiang Han coldly, with a expressionless face.

However, Jiang Han still tried hard to look up and looked straight into Ye Qianchou's eyes stubbornly.

Buzz!

In just a moment, Jiang Han felt in a daze and felt that Ye Qianchou's eyes were like two golden vortexes, trying to pull his soul into it.

"I'm asking you a question." Ye Qianchou paused word by word, and every sound fell, which made Jiang Han's pressure heavier.

"Bang!"

The ground burst out, and the huge pressure shattered the ground, and the four legs of the chair were deeply trapped.

If Ye Qianchou hadn't deliberately controlled it, the chair would have long been broken into powder!

Jiang Han almost bit his teeth into pieces, his eyes were bloodshot, he tried his best to lift his neck, and his bones made crisp "creaking" sounds.

"Damn it! Ah!!!"

Jiang Han roared in his heart, feeling strongly unwilling to accept it.

He hated this feeling of weakness, this feeling of being passive, and even more disgusted... Ye Qianchou's approach!

"If you give me ten more years, you will be nothing in front of me!"

This sentence was almost squeezed out from the gaps of teeth, and the sound was inaudible, but it was enough to make Ye Qianchou hear it clearly.

"I'm asking you a question."

Ye Qianchou's face was indifferent and spoke again. The mountain-like pressure fell, causing Jiang Han's neck to almost break.

"Uh...ah!"

Jiang Han roared in a low voice, and a huge white tree phantom appeared behind him. Then, it flashed suddenly and turned into a golden dragon phantom. It changed several times in succession and finally merged together.

Ye Qianchou's eyes were like lightning, staring at the strange phantom of martial soul behind Jiang Han, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ye! Qian! Chou!" Jiang Han's lips were bitten blood. He slowly raised his head, stared at Ye Qianchou, and uttered three words fiercely.

Buzz!

The golden light in Ye Qianchou's eyes was so bright that it was like a burning sun that made people unable to look directly at it.

Jiang Han was still staring at him stubbornly, his eyes covered with blood, as if bleeding.

Behind the back, the leaves of the Ice Leaf Demon Tree in the shadow of the martial soul were dancing, and ice crystals fell one after another. The four claws of the sword dragon were tightly clasped on the tree. On the crown, the tightly closed dragon eyes suddenly opened, shooting out the bitter sword intent, and looking at Ye Qianchou with his eyes down.

At the same time, a slight light flashed deep in Jiang Han's soul.

"Um?"

Ye Qianchou suddenly stood up and looked at the martial soul dragon eyes, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.

"How is this... possible?" He squinted his eyes, his face shining.

He clearly sensed that there was a trace of spirituality in the dragon eyes of the martial soul that should not have!

This... is incredible!

Although the martial soul can have its own consciousness as the martial artist improves its cultivation level, it requires the Martial Master to do it... and it is still an extremely low possibility!

But how could Jiang Han’s martial soul have spirituality?

Ye Qianchou pondered, and his aura slowly disappeared.

At this time, Jiang Han had almost reached his limit, sweating all over, and the shadow of the martial soul behind him collapsed.

He gasped and looked at Ye Qianchou's eyes, but he was full of coldness. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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