At the banquet, everyone expressed their thoughts when they heard Xia Qingyuan's words.

Xia Qingyuan, what is the purpose?

It seemed that he was scolding Ye Futian, but he asked him to fight against the people of Lihentian. Wangchuan was not there, and the disciples of Lihentian present were afraid that they would be against Ye Futian's opponent.

This made many people feel interested. Emperor Xia enthroned Ye Futian as the princess's close attendant, which means Ye Futian was Xia Qingyuan's person. So whether this seems to be reprimanded is also a sign of dissatisfaction with the people of Lihentian.

Just now, Feng Xiao spoke provocatively and announced what Ye Futian said in public. Since that is the case, let’s discuss it.

It seems that it cannot be refuted.

Xiao Qianhe glanced at Xia Qingyuan, the princess, and it seemed that she had her own opinion.

OK, let’s see how powerful Ye Futian is.

If he is really just a crazy man who speaks wildly, then he doesn't have to worry. Xia Huang and Xia Qingyuan won't use Ye Futian either.

Yao Xi looked at Ye Futian beside her with a little deeper meaning. She didn't know whether Xia Qingyuan knew Ye Futian's strength, nor did she know how powerful Ye Futian was.

However, after he took action, he could infer the approximate situation and what kind of attitude Xia Qingyuan had towards Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked at Xia Qingyuan with some surprise. Others didn't know it, but his heart was as clear as a mirror. No one knew his strength better than Xia Qingyuan.

Xia Qingyuan knew about the battle of the imperial tombs, the holy war of the Taoist palace.

Thinking of the haze in Ye Futian's heart, it also disappeared. Since Xia Qingyuan was standing on his side, in a sense, it was the will of Emperor Xia. Even Xiao, who was the imperial concubine, would not have anything to do as long as he did not offend him too ruthlessly.

Ye Futian was quite grateful. Although Xia Qingyuan had a bad personality, it was not important, the key was his position.

Of course, Xia Qingyuan's scolding of her unhappy must be true. If he had the chance, he would never suspect that Xia Qingyuan would want to beat him up.

"Yes, princess." Ye Futian stood up and saluted, looking very polite and respectful. Since he was Xia Qingyuan's person, he would show his attitude.

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

However, Ye Futian didn't care. He walked into the middle and saluted to Mr. Xiao and Empress Xiao on the ceremonial stage and said, "Today is the birthday party of Senior Xiao. When I was invited here, I should not disturb my senior's interest. I made a big fight to play a song here to celebrate Senior Xiao's birthday. With the sound of the piano, I will be able to cultivate the sword with the Lihentian Sword."

After Ye Futian said that, he looked at the direction where Lihentian and others were, and said, "Since the people of Lihentian said that I was talking wildly, let's come together in the realm of the holy."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged, the Qin Soul appeared and floated in front of him.

Without waiting for the fight of the people of Lihentian, they would pluck the strings directly, and the sound of the piano sounded.

The banquet was particularly quiet. At this moment, only the notes were beating. Everyone looked at the white-haired young man sitting alone, as if he was the only one at this moment.

There seems to be a loneliness in the sound of the piano, as if it is left alone and independent in the world. Many people have a wonderful artistic conception. At this moment, even though Ye Futian is in a lively banquet, he seems to be alone and isolated from the world.

"Go." Li Hentian led the sword saint and said, and immediately Li Hentian walked out one after another. Many sword cultivators walked at the same time, surrounding Ye Futian.

In front of Ye Futian, Lihentian Moli also sat cross-legged and took out his guqin.

Feng Xiao stood beside him, and the rest of the people stood around Ye Futian, with sword intent all over his body.

"You can take action." Ye Futian said. After he finished speaking, there was a person ahead with sword intent slashing out directly, without any intention of being polite.

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

This sword intent made a hissing and sharp sound, as fast as lightning, slashing towards Ye Futian.

Ye Futian snapped his fingers and the strings trembled. The sound of the piano broke through the air and turned into a terrible rule technique, directly shattering the sword intent that was slashed.

"Swish..." In an instant, a terrifying sword energy storm gathered, and the powerful people of Lihentian burst out with amazing sword intent at the same time. In the middle of the banquet, a suffocating pressure appeared, turning into a terrifying storm. A figure in the holy realm took action and arranged a light curtain to isolate the battlefield. Suddenly, the terrifying sword energy storm tore through the void, turning into endless sword intent, and slashing towards Ye Futian at the same time.

Ye Futian did not move, nor did Lihentian's people move, but the confrontation between the sound of the piano and the intent of the sword.

At this moment, the narrow space seemed to be doomsday.

Ye Futian is in the center direction.

However, he seemed to have no feeling, and he was still playing the piano music quietly. His piano sound actually penetrated the sword energy storm and heard a terrifying rule storm around the lonely figure. Under the sound of the piano, wisps of sound slashed out, and the void seemed to be cut off. The terrifying sword energy storm was cut open in half, and the scene was amazing.

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. Each piano sound was like a sword, piercing into Ye Futian's mind.

Not only that, in the cut-off storm, there was still infinite sword intent to kill Ye Futian, but he seemed to be unable to sense it, and still sat there quietly, with countless sharp swords slashing towards his body and stabbing into his spiritual will. At this time, Ye Futian seemed to be torn to pieces in an instant.

But he was still playing quietly, lonely and sad, but had an ultimate sense of arrogance, as if he was declaring that even if the world was enemies, he would still be him and would not shake his mood.

Ye Futian's white hair was like a sword, dancing in the storm. His clothes were rushing, and his whole body was filled with a regular aura. The endless sword intent could not penetrate his body.

"Space rules, stars rules are one." Those figures in the holy realm naturally felt the power of Ye Futian. He arranged absolute defense around his body. Under the cover of the piano, the power of the rule seemed to be rioting.

The powerful people of Lihentian frowned slightly, and the stronger sword intent burst out on their bodies. Some even released their souls. Mo Li's ten fingers plucked the strings of the piano wildly, trying 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 stronger and stronger, filling the vast and endless space. This small space was filled with a destructive space tearing force, which made many people feel a hint of threat.

Finally, a sword cultivator's body moved, like a straight sword, assassinating towards Ye Futian. A sword was born and the soul was cut off. The space seemed to be divided into two, and the sword came.

Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly, not even looking up. At this moment, the sword cultivator only felt a destructive lightning flash in his mind, causing his soul to tremble. At the same moment, his body seemed to be still, and the storm of destruction enveloped him. At this moment, he felt deeply afraid.

What kind of powerful rule power and spiritual will attack?

It seems that there is no power to fight back.

"Everyone in the world says I am arrogant, but why should I prove it to the world?" Ye Futian spoke calmly. After his words, his right hand passed through the strings of the piano. In an instant, the sword cultivator groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell.

It was not just him, but the sword cultivators around Lihentian were attacked by Qinyin at the same time. At this moment, Qinyin truly turned into a spiritual attack and directly penetrated their will. At this time, they had an illusion, as if they were in the light of the doomsday calamity.

Not only that, their bodies seemed to be still and difficult to move.

"I am me, under the holy realm, Lihentian, who is worthy of fighting?" After he finished speaking, his fingers plucked the strings again. In an instant, figures groaned and spit out blood. The strings in Mo Li's hand broke directly, his face as pale as paper. The entire space was only Ye Futian's piano sound and the suffocating storm.

It seemed that everyone was under the control of Ye Futian.

Under the holy realm, who is worthy of fighting in the Heaven of Lihen?

The Lihentian Sword Cultivator, no one moved anymore, nor was he able to move.

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

It seems that he does not need anyone to understand or prove anything like the world.

He came from the Jiuzhou in the lower realm. Even though many people questioned him, and even though many big names thought he was too arrogant, he could not compete with the evil figures standing at the top of the upper realm. So what?

Xia Qingyuan asked him to fight, so a song came out, and there was no one under the saint.

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

However, everyone present was deeply shocked. His attack against the sword cultivators was only relying on his control of the rules and the strength of his body. Only in the end did he launch an attack. The piano sound and the rule attack came at the same time. Who is the match?

No one.

Even if it is a practitioner of Lihentian, it is the same.

Everyone stared at him, and this music of piano seemed to truly realize how proud this white-haired young man from Jiuzhou was.

Emperor Xia enthroned him as the princess's close attendant. It seems that he would appreciate him only by knowing how strong he is.

In this way, Emperor Xia may value Ye Futian more than everyone imagined.

Then Xia Qingyuan asked Ye Futian to take action just now, which is worth recalling.

Is this announcing that Ye Futian is her person?

Xiao Qianhe stared at the figure, and he felt a sharpness from Ye Futian.

Ye Futian put away the piano soul, he stood up, bowed slightly to the ceremony table, and said, "Disturbate Senior Xiao's good mood. For the younger generation, Ye Futian will say goodbye."

"Go." Xia Qingyuan said lightly before the others could speak.

Ye Futian retreated, then turned around and left here with the people from the Taoist Palace.

Since Xiao Qianhe has a unique purpose, he doesn’t need to stay here deliberately for the other party!
Chapter completed!