"Brother Chu is so arrogant that he actually wants to be brothers and brothers to Emperor Qilin!" The monkey was speechless and exclaimed.

"The Holy Son is real..."

Not far away, the Great Holy Dawn gently caressed the beautiful hair of the Saint of Yaochi.

"Um!"

The Saint of Yaochi chuckled, and the veil on her face slightly raised a corner.

"boom"

Suddenly, a dull sound came, and the entire palace trembled, which shocked everyone inside.

"Dong"

"Dong..."

Amid the shocked eyes of everyone, a young man appeared. He walked in with a bronze coffin. His steps were extremely heavy, and he stepped on the ground, clattering like thunder.

At this time, Ye Fan walked in with a coffin on his back, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Some were full of hostility, some showed worries, and some were indifferent...

Of course, more people are ready to watch the fun and feel that there will be a good show.

At a grand event of an ancient family, many great monks were present, but he actually brought a large coffin in. What's going to do?

"My friend Ye, what do you mean? Why did you come to my Ji family with a coffin??"

The people in the Ji family were a little uncomfortable. Among them, the Eighth Patriarch of the Ji family stood up and stopped Ye Fan. He looked extremely unkind and seemed to be angry if he had a disagreement.

"I am a monk. This bronze coffin is my weapon. What's wrong with it?"

Ye Fan spoke calmly, and the words made the Ji family speechless, so he had to let him in.

"Clang"

Ye Fan looked around and came to Chuyang with Pang Bo soon and placed the copper coffin aside.

"You are such a talent!"

Chu Yang glanced at the coffin a few times, sighed slightly, and asked Ye Fan and Pang Bo to sit down and drink. The few of them started chatting.
Chapter completed!