Chapter 145 (1/2)
Mysterious, powerful and palpitating breath overflowed from his body.
Yimeng looked at Ye Chen with a smile, just like a flash in the pan. The breath of Ye Chen at the moment is what fascinates her most. This is his real strength, which is elusive and unclear.
Is this his real strength? Why does his strength have no class and make people palpitate? Who is he? Chang'e covers the cherry lips, and a pair of charming eyes look at Ye Chen up and down. Compared with Chang'e, Yimeng seems very common.
”Do you think I'm a Sanxian?” Ye Chen patted both sides in front of him, and then shook his sleeve.
Chang'e shook her head. Now she knows why Tianpeng can't get any benefit from him. The strength of emotion is far beyond Tianpeng.
”Can you tell me what cultivation you are?” Chang'e asked subconsciously.
”As you can see,” Ye Chen spread his hand.
”I can't see it,” replied Chang'e.
”OK.” Ye Chen touched his nose: ”my cultivation is master level.”
”Master level?”
”Master level?”
Yi Meng and Chang'e have doubts and expectations on their faces. Is there a class division? Why haven't we heard that there are masters in the three thousand world?
At the same time, they are also expecting Ye Chen to explain to them what is the dominant level.
”Well, master level.” Ye Chen nodded without saying anything else.
While looking forward to Chang'e and Yimeng, they were upset when ye Chen didn't explain to them. They all complained that if you satisfy our curiosity, you will die?
Yimeng knows Ye Chen's coming and identity, and knows how terrible, powerful and detached his power is, but she doesn't know what level Ye Chen's strength is. Now ye Chen has said it, but she doesn't know what the dominant level is, which makes her very depressed.
”No?” Chang'e blurted out. This is not only what she wants to ask, but also what Yi dream wants to ask. How powerful is the master level? It sounds great, great.
”No.” Ye Chen said, ”I won't lie to you. You should believe my expression.
“……”
“……”
The two women immediately wrote ”I'm not happy” on their faces, while Yimeng was a Qianqian jade hand, which had climbed up Ye Chen's back waist, and then suddenly twisted 180 degrees. The expression on the latter's face was not good-looking for a moment.
”Daughter in law, what's the matter with me?” Ye Chen asked bitterly. Why do women always like this move? What if it breaks?
”What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?” Yimeng rolled his eyes and increased his strength in his hands.