Chapter 211 Title, King Xia

Chapter 211 Title, King Xia

Meng Tang's casual palm shook the hearts of everyone present.

This also included the Venerable Yunlan who was being entertained by the King of Zhenbei at this time.

After seeing this strange phenomenon, Venerable Yunlan immediately walked out of the mansion.

Just a glance at Meng Tang in front of him, Venerable Yunlan was deeply attracted by him.

"This body is simply too perfect. I didn't expect that such a strong physical cultivation genius could be born in the small Jinfeng Domain."

Venerable Yunlan was amazed.

Then, he walked up to Meng Tang and said to him, "Good boy, I am Venerable Yunlan, a ninth-level warrior. You can now worship under my tutelage."

"I am willing to accept you as a true disciple. Jinfeng Domain is too small for you. Xizhou is your real stage."

Meng Tang is only ten years old now. With his physical strength alone, he has reached the level of a fighting soul cultivator.

Even if his inner elixir is innate and cannot be cultivated.

But relying on his physical talent alone, it is enough to become a strong man.

If I could become his disciple and practice physical cultivation with him.

In the future, he would have a place among the strongest people in the whole Xizhou.

Next to him, Di Mo, the direct disciple of Yunlan, could not help but feel jealous when he heard what his master said.

Good guy, he is a true disciple right from the start, so he is also a direct disciple.

Although direct disciples are better than registered disciples.

They can get personal guidance from the master.

But compared with true disciples, it is simply not known how much worse.

Because true disciples, as the name suggests, can get all the inheritance of the master.

When Di Mo thought that Meng Tang would surpass him in status in the future, he felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.

Then, what no one expected was that Meng Tang rejected the invitation of Yunlan.

"Sorry, I already have a master, so I can't be your true disciple." Meng Tang said seriously.

What a worthless Yunlan, is he as powerful as his own ancestor?

He is just a ninth-level warrior. I guess my ancestor can control him with just one finger.

You still want to accept me as your apprentice, crawl for me!

Venerable Yunlan frowned slightly, "It doesn't matter. Tell your master that I am a ninth-level warrior, and he will naturally let you become my disciple."

In the eyes of Venerable Yunlan, Meng Tang's master is at most a low-level warrior.

After all, what kind of strong people can there be in a small Jinfeng area?

"You want to accept my disciple as your apprentice?" At this time, a voice reached everyone's ears.

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked forward.

I don't know when, a handsome young man in white clothes stood in front of him.

The white clothes were fluttering, the eyes were deep, and the elegance was as if a banished immortal had come down to earth.

It was Ye Fan.

Seeing that someone was planning to rob his descendants under his nose, Ye Fan naturally had to come forward.

At this time, although Ye Fan did not deliberately emit pressure.

But the peak of the god level, comparable to the life fluctuations of the quasi-saint, is enough for Venerable Yunlan.

Just a glance at Ye Fan, Venerable Yunlan shuddered subconsciously.

Then, he couldn't stop trembling all over his body.

Venerable Yunlan couldn't see Ye Fan's cultivation level at all. The only thing he knew in his heart was that the existence in front of him was definitely not something he could provoke.

This was the suppression of the life dimension, and Venerable Yunlan couldn't resist it at all.

"Plop!"

Venerable Yunlan knelt directly in front of Ye Fan.

"Xiao Xiu, Xiao Xiu, don't dare." Venerable Yunlan changed his previous indifference to King Zhenbei, and his face was full of fear.

"Humph." Ye Fan snorted lightly and ignored him.

A mere ninth-level cultivator of the Battle Waiting Stage, in Ye Fan's eyes now, is really an ant-like existence.

Ye Fan could kill him with a sneeze.

Beside them, the King of Zhenbei and other children of the Meng family were also startled when they saw Ye Fan suddenly appearing in front of them.

The children of the Meng family might not be able to react yet, but the King of Zhenbei was in the ancestral hall.

He had worshipped Ye Fan's portrait countless times.

Now that the person in the painting appeared, Venerable Yunlan naturally recognized him at a glance.

The King of Zhenbei still didn't believe it, so he asked Ye Fan, "Should I ask you?"

"I have forgotten my alias." Ye Fan recalled, "I only remember one title, King Xia!"

Ye Fan's plain words completely broke the last trace of doubt in the King of Zhenbei's heart.

"Plop!" With the sound of his knees knocking to the ground, the King of Zhenbei also knelt in front of Ye Fan.

"Ancestor, you are finally back!" The King of Zhenbei opened his eyes wide and said in shock, "It turns out that the family motto is true. The first ancestor of the Meng family finally returned to the family today."

There is a sentence that has been passed down in the Meng family motto.

That is, the first ancestor of the Meng family, Ye Fan, did not actually die or sit in meditation.

One day in the future, the first ancestor will return to the family.

However, this family motto has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever seen the first ancestor of the Meng family.

But now the King of Zhenbei is really lucky to see it.

No wonder he is so shocked now.

"Meng Lang, a descendant of the Meng family, pays homage to the first ancestor of the Meng family!" King Meng Lang of Zhenbei kowtowed to Ye Fan.

Seeing that the King of Zhenbei had taken the lead in knelt, the other descendants of the Meng family on the field naturally knelt down.

Including Di Mo, the direct disciple of Venerable Yunlan, who also knelt down at this moment.

Although he is not a member of the Meng family, didn't he see that his master knelt in front of Ye Fan?

Of course, Venerable Yunlan's kneeling posture is a little different from others.

He is basically paralyzed on the ground now.

It's just because the pressure Ye Fan gave him was too great.

Venerable Yunlan once had the honor of seeing a land immortal in Xizhou.

But compared with this god-level cultivator, the breath Ye Fan exuded gave him a feeling.

It was more awesome than this god-level strongman.

As for Meng Tang, he knelt down when Ye Fan appeared.

"Get up!" Ye Fan waved his hand gently, asking everyone to stand up.

He stood quietly, although there was no breath that could attract people, but everyone dared not breathe.

The name of the Xia King who once unified the world is still unforgettable even after many years.

After all, he was the only emperor who unified the world!

So far, no dynasty or sect has ever done such a feat.

But for Ye Fan, these are just interests and not worth mentioning.

"Grandpa, please take a seat inside. I will summon all the family members to meet you immediately."

Zhenbei King Meng Lang said respectfully.

"No need, I don't like noise."

Ye Fan shook his head slightly and led the way into the hall.