Chapter 562 (1/2)

For Zhang guide's praise, Cheng Yueling blinked a little embarrassed. This line, really not written by her.

In fact, the script she wrote only describes the whole story context and scenes. As for the specific lines and action requirements, there are few. After all, she is clear. These dragon sets of the mass actors in Zhang guide's view are actually the real monks with flesh and blood!

What would these monks say and do? She was not a fairy. How could she know so much?

As for how to perform, all depends on the old brother on the scene to play!

”Give Wang Teng out, and today, it is time to have a complete end to your family!” Chenghao was indifferent, and he didn't care about the arrogance of the king's family leader. He said that he would name Wang Teng.

”Younger generation, are you here this day to come to my Kyi family to make trouble?” The Lord of the royal family has not spoken yet. An old lady of the Ji family in the hall came up and stared at Chenghao with a deep eye. ”Although the ancestors have passed away, the God soil of the great emperor's practice in the past can not be profane. Those who dare to offend him are not living soul under the empty and empty ancient mirror of emperor and soldier!”

”Who are you?” Cheng Hao turned his head and asked.

”The eighth ancestor of the old husband Ji family, what do you think is not qualified to ask you?” The old man has no expression, it seems like looking for an opportunity to kill Chenghao and Ye Fan on the spot.

”Ha ha, it was only the eighth ancestor. I thought you were the Jijia Lord. How can the Jijia family have not been so far now, even the rights of the LORD have been raised?” Ye Fan sneered at him.

”Bold, how dare to profane my Kyi family!”

Ye Fan's words are like stabbing the bee nest. Several elderly Ji family members stand up at the same time, and each body momentum starts to rise rapidly. It seems that at the next moment, he will directly hand out Ye Fan, who is not known to be the best in the world, and kill him on the spot.

”Stop it!” A purple and expensive Lord has been sitting on the main seat all the time. Although he seems to be talking with several guests nearby as usual, if he looks carefully, he can find that the noble master of the Kyi family is shaking all over the body!

Seeing the LORD speak, the Ji family dare not move any more, and one by one return to the seat, but still glare at Ye Fan, a casual will hand the appearance.

The eyes of the holy master of Ji family swept past in the hall. When his eyes were swept on Chenghao, his body, which was hidden under his robe, seemed to tremble even more.

”Is it him? The clothes and looks alike, but they can not feel the momentum of the great. Is this man the great

Ji family, after all, is the descendants of the great emperor, with the emperor soldier vanity mirror.

At the beginning of the battle against immortal mountain, the Jijia people were naturally not qualified to see Chenghao's true appearance. But the master of the Ji family held the vanity mirror, but in the mirror, they saw Cheng Hao's face several times.

It is precisely because when Cheng Hao and ye fan and others step into the Ji family, the holy master of the Ji family will be so upset. He is not sure whether Chenghao is the great emperor, but he also dare not let the Ji family offend the mysterious young man.

Since they have a great deal with the royal family, then let the king deal with it. Ji family, don't mix this muddy water!

”You go, let purple moon come to the hall!”

The eyes again swept over Chenghao. The holy master of the Ji family ordered a young man behind him to shout the little princess of Ji family, Ji ziyue.

The young boy was surprised, and looked at Cheng Hao and others, and then left quickly and flew to a piece of qionglouyu in the distance.

Not many times, a girl in purple dress flies like a relegated fairy, with dark hair like clouds, a beautiful face like jade, a pair of big eyes and infinite empty spirit, and a beautiful inner meaning.

”Purple moon!” Ye Fan hurried out and shouted.

”Little leaves!” Ji ziyue opened her mouth, looked at him, and looked at Chenghao behind him. She was surprised to say nothing.