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Obviously, the reason why these people laugh is because song Yan said that he had something to discuss with the master of wanxingwu sect.
After a while, the young man in Huafu put up his smile and looked at Song Yan cruelly: "brother, what do you want to do with the master of wanxingwu, can you tell me?"
"And you have a half silver relationship?"
Song Yan gave him a light glance and replied without any hurry. He didn't want to have a fight with this group of people, but the other side wanted to kick his nose and face. He didn't have the bad habit of dressing up as a pig and eating a tiger. Besides, even if he really wanted to dress up as a pig and eat a tiger, he had to choose the object. This group of people's Huafu Gongzi was in the middle of Shenhai. Behind him, there was a young man who reached the later stage of Shenhai.
For ordinary people, Shenhai warrior is a little expert, but in his eyes, they are just ordinary people who are more powerful than ordinary people.
"You dare to talk to me like this, do you know who I am?" The face of the young man in Huafu suddenly sank and his eyes clouded.
This young man in Chinese costume is Zheng Yuheng, the son of the Lord of Songya city.
Songya city is a city under wanxingwuzong. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in wanxingwuzong.
There are two ways to collect disciples.
One is to hold a general election once a decade, and the second is to rely on the recommendation of local city leaders.
This group of young men and women are just the excellent young warriors selected by Songya city. This time, as long as they pass the examination of wanxingwuzong, they are qualified to stay here for cultivation.
At the same time, as the city Lord, there is a quota to join wanxingwuzong directly, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this quota to his son Zheng Yuheng.
"Who are you and what do you have to do with me?"
Song Yan still replied in a steady tone.
"Bastard, you want to die!"
Zheng Yuheng was enraged completely. He was about to attack, but he was caught by the young man in the later stage of Shenhai behind him. He reminded him, "don't be impulsive, young city Lord. This is the wanxingwuzong!"
Smell speech, Zheng Yuheng also calmed down, but in the heart but can't swallow this tone.
The young man in the later stage of Shenhai lowered his voice and said: "little city Lord, you can become a disciple of wanxingwu sect directly. It's not easy to clean up him after you join wanxingwu sect formally."
Zheng Yuheng thinks about it. He glares at Song Yan and says, "boy, I remember you, Zheng Yuheng, and I will take care of you when I become a disciple of wanxingwu sect."
"Ha ha!"
Song Yan chuckles.
Hearing the word "ha ha", Zheng Yuheng felt that he couldn't speak out and almost fell into a rampage again. However, he also knew that this was not the place where he made trouble. In case of losing the chance to become the wanxingwuzong, he would lose it.
Seeing Zheng Yuheng doesn't care about song Yan any more, the later martial artist of Shenhai is relieved. He doesn't care whether Zheng Yuheng cleans up song Yan or not. What he cares about is that in case Zheng Yuheng fights with each other, he will be involved in him.
Zheng Yuheng is the son of the city Lord. Even if he doesn't join the wanxingwuzong, he is not far behind.
However, he was born in a poor family, and he did not know how much hard work and sweat he had to pay in this step, but it was very difficult to go further. Only by joining such a big force as wanxingwuzong, could he have the chance to stand out.
Time goes by.
About a quarter of an hour later, Deacon Zhou went back, but at the moment, he was a little behind a middle-aged man half a step, obviously, the identity of this middle-aged man is higher than him.
However, Zheng Yuheng met the middle-aged man with a bright eye and a quick step. Then he gave him a deep bow: "my nephew Yuheng has seen uncle Jiang."
"Haha, it's Yuheng. I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for years. You still know me!"
The middle-aged man smiled and helped Zheng Yuheng up: "I haven't seen you for years. You are so big. By the way, is your father OK?"
Zheng Yuheng specially looked at Song Yancai and said, "thank you very much, uncle Jiang. My father is very good, and he often mentions you to his nephew."
"Brother Dushan is ready!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed the color of memory, and his tone was softened a lot.
Then, the eyes of the middle-aged man slowly swept over the people in the reception hall. Except for song Yan, all the other young men and women stood up and looked a little nervous.
Seeing song Yan sitting there drinking tea in his spare time, the middle-aged man couldn't help flashing a trace of strange color in his eyes.
When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was very happy. This kid was too trusty. My uncle Jiang came, and he dared to sit. So he turned his eyes and shouted to song Yan, "dare, my uncle Jiang is here. Why don't you stand up? Don't you look down on my uncle Jiang!"
Then he said to other young men and women, "my uncle Jiang is the elder of wanxingwu sect. Please come to see me soon!"
"Yes!"
At that time, the group of young men and women came forward to salute one after another, with a very respectful look, while song Yan still sat on Mount Tai, without any intention of going forward.
Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng was more and more pleased. Secretly, the boy was dead.
The middle-aged man was a narrow-minded man, who didn't want to compete with young people like song Yan, but after Zheng Yuheng pointed out, he was still unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable.However, he still didn't say anything, but he wrote down the matter in his mind. If this kid doesn't join the wanxingwu sect, he may as well. If he also becomes a disciple of the wanxingwu sect, he has some ways to deal with him.
"You don't need to be polite, everyone. Get up!"
"Thank you, Jiang Changlao!"
All the young men and women spoke in unison.
Just then, another sound of footstep sounded.
People subconsciously looked out and found that an old man was coming. Behind him was the former deacon Chen.
"How is Xia Changlao coming?"
The middle-aged man was surprised, but he was more puzzled, but he walked up quickly and bowed to each other: "I have seen Xia Changlao!"
Although everyone is an elder, he is an external elder, but the other side is an internal elder. His status and cultivation are far beyond him.
"Well!"
Elder Xia nodded his head symbolically, walked by the man in the middle of the road, and then came to the reception hall quickly. With a turn of his eyes, he fell on Song Yan and leaned slightly: "I think this is the son of Chu, isn't it?"
Song Yan nodded: "exactly!"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Yuheng is a little confused. Xia Changlao obviously has a higher identity than uncle Jiang. Why is he so polite to this guy? Is this guy a big guy?
And the middle-aged man also felt a burst of astonishment and uncertainty, at the same time, some thankfulness, fortunately, he just did not take the opportunity to attack, or now it is not good-looking.
Xia Changlao laughed: "ha ha, it's really brilliant that Prince Chu can come to our wanxingwu sect. When the LORD heard this, he was very happy. He has ordered people to prepare the banquet. Please come with the Duke Chu!"
"Then I'll be tired of summer growing old."
"No harm, no harm!"
Elder Xia waved and led song Yan away.
For a while, everyone felt that they were looking at each other.
"Deacon Chen, that What's the origin of the prince Chu? " The middle-aged man suddenly moved in his heart and asked Chen Sihai.
"He is Chufan." Chen Sihai said.
"Chu fan?"
Middle aged men feel familiar.
"The man who defeated emperor yuan!" Chen Sihai added.
"What!"
The middle-aged man was shocked, and then cold sweat came out. Fortunately, he didn't make trouble to Chu fan just now, or the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, he looked at Zheng Yuheng badly.
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Obviously, the reason why these people laugh is because song Yan said that he had something to discuss with the master of wanxingwu sect.
After a while, the young man in Huafu put up his smile and looked at Song Yan cruelly: "brother, what do you want to do with the master of wanxingwu, can you tell me?"
"And you have a half silver relationship?"
Song Yan gave him a light glance and replied without any hurry. He didn't want to have a fight with this group of people, but the other side wanted to kick his nose and face. He didn't have the bad habit of dressing up as a pig and eating a tiger. Besides, even if he really wanted to dress up as a pig and eat a tiger, he had to choose the object. This group of people's Huafu Gongzi was in the middle of Shenhai. Behind him, there was a young man who reached the later stage of Shenhai.
For ordinary people, Shenhai warrior is a little expert, but in his eyes, they are just ordinary people who are more powerful than ordinary people.
"You dare to talk to me like this, do you know who I am?" The face of the young man in Huafu suddenly sank and his eyes clouded.
This young man in Chinese costume is Zheng Yuheng, the son of the Lord of Songya city.
Songya city is a city under wanxingwuzong. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in wanxingwuzong.
There are two ways to collect disciples.
One is to hold a general election once a decade, and the second is to rely on the recommendation of local city leaders.
This group of young men and women are just the excellent young warriors selected by Songya city. This time, as long as they pass the examination of wanxingwuzong, they are qualified to stay here for cultivation.
At the same time, as the city Lord, there is a quota to join wanxingwuzong directly, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this quota to his son Zheng Yuheng.
"Who are you and what do you have to do with me?"
Song Yan still replied in a steady tone.
"Bastard, you want to die!"
Zheng Yuheng was enraged completely. He was about to attack, but he was caught by the young man in the later stage of Shenhai behind him. He reminded him, "don't be impulsive, young city Lord. This is the wanxingwuzong!"
Smell speech, Zheng Yuheng also calmed down, but in the heart but can't swallow this tone.
The young man in the later stage of Shenhai lowered his voice and said: "little city Lord, you can become a disciple of wanxingwu sect directly. It's not easy to clean up him after you join wanxingwu sect formally."
Zheng Yuheng thinks about it. He glares at Song Yan and says, "boy, I remember you, Zheng Yuheng, and I will take care of you when I become a disciple of wanxingwu sect."
"Ha ha!"
Song Yan chuckles.
Hearing the word "ha ha", Zheng Yuheng felt that he couldn't speak out and almost fell into a rampage again. However, he also knew that this was not the place where he made trouble. In case of losing the chance to become the wanxingwuzong, he would lose it.
Seeing Zheng Yuheng doesn't care about song Yan any more, the later martial artist of Shenhai is relieved. He doesn't care whether Zheng Yuheng cleans up song Yan or not. What he cares about is that in case Zheng Yuheng fights with each other, he will be involved in him.
Zheng Yuheng is the son of the city Lord. Even if he doesn't join the wanxingwuzong, he is not far behind.
However, he was born in a poor family, and he did not know how much hard work and sweat he had to pay in this step, but it was very difficult to go further. Only by joining such a big force as wanxingwuzong, could he have the chance to stand out.
Time goes by.
About a quarter of an hour later, Deacon Zhou went back, but at the moment, he was a little behind a middle-aged man half a step, obviously, the identity of this middle-aged man is higher than him.
However, Zheng Yuheng met the middle-aged man with a bright eye and a quick step. Then he gave him a deep bow: "my nephew Yuheng has seen uncle Jiang."
"Haha, it's Yuheng. I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for years. You still know me!"
The middle-aged man smiled and helped Zheng Yuheng up: "I haven't seen you for years. You are so big. By the way, is your father OK?"
Zheng Yuheng specially looked at Song Yancai and said, "thank you very much, uncle Jiang. My father is very good, and he often mentions you to his nephew."
"Brother Dushan is ready!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed the color of memory, and his tone was softened a lot.
Then, the eyes of the middle-aged man slowly swept over the people in the reception hall. Except for song Yan, all the other young men and women stood up and looked a little nervous.
Seeing song Yan sitting there drinking tea in his spare time, the middle-aged man couldn't help flashing a trace of strange color in his eyes.
When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was very happy. This kid was too trusty. My uncle Jiang came, and he dared to sit. So he turned his eyes and shouted to song Yan, "dare, my uncle Jiang is here. Why don't you stand up? Don't you look down on my uncle Jiang!"
Then he said to other young men and women, "my uncle Jiang is the elder of wanxingwu sect. Please come to see me soon!"
"Yes!"
At that time, the group of young men and women came forward to salute one after another, with a very respectful look, while song Yan still sat on Mount Tai, without any intention of going forward.
Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng was more and more pleased. Secretly, the boy was dead.
The middle-aged man was a narrow-minded man, who didn't want to compete with young people like song Yan, but after Zheng Yuheng pointed out, he was still unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable.However, he still didn't say anything, but he wrote down the matter in his mind. If this kid doesn't join the wanxingwu sect, he may as well. If he also becomes a disciple of the wanxingwu sect, he has some ways to deal with him.
"You don't need to be polite, everyone. Get up!"
"Thank you, Jiang Changlao!"
All the young men and women spoke in unison.
Just then, another sound of footstep sounded.
People subconsciously looked out and found that an old man was coming. Behind him was the former deacon Chen.
"How is Xia Changlao coming?"
The middle-aged man was surprised, but he was more puzzled, but he walked up quickly and bowed to each other: "I have seen Xia Changlao!"
Although everyone is an elder, he is an external elder, but the other side is an internal elder. His status and cultivation are far beyond him.
"Well!"
Elder Xia nodded his head symbolically, walked by the man in the middle of the road, and then came to the reception hall quickly. With a turn of his eyes, he fell on Song Yan and leaned slightly: "I think this is the son of Chu, isn't it?"
Song Yan nodded: "exactly!"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Yuheng is a little confused. Xia Changlao obviously has a higher identity than uncle Jiang. Why is he so polite to this guy? Is this guy a big guy?
And the middle-aged man also felt a burst of astonishment and uncertainty, at the same time, some thankfulness, fortunately, he just did not take the opportunity to attack, or now it is not good-looking.
Xia Changlao laughed: "ha ha, it's really brilliant that Prince Chu can come to our wanxingwu sect. When the LORD heard this, he was very happy. He has ordered people to prepare the banquet. Please come with the Duke Chu!"
"Then I'll be tired of summer growing old."
"No harm, no harm!"
Elder Xia waved and led song Yan away.
For a while, everyone felt that they were looking at each other.
"Deacon Chen, that What's the origin of the prince Chu? " The middle-aged man suddenly moved in his heart and asked Chen Sihai.
"He is Chufan." Chen Sihai said.
"Chu fan?"
Middle aged men feel familiar.
"The man who defeated emperor yuan!" Chen Sihai added.
"What!"
The middle-aged man was shocked, and then cold sweat came out. Fortunately, he didn't make trouble to Chu fan just now, or the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, he looked at Zheng Yuheng badly.
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Obviously, the reason why these people laugh is because song Yan said that he had something to discuss with the master of wanxingwu sect. After a while, the young man in Huafu put up his smile and looked at Song Yan cruelly: "brother, what do you want to do with the master of wanxingwu, can you tell me?" "And you have a half silver relationship?" Song Yan gave him a light glance and replied without any hurry. He didn't want to have a fight with this group of people, but the other side wanted to kick his nose and face. He didn't have the bad habit of dressing up as a pig and eating a tiger. Besides, even if he really wanted to dress up as a pig and eat a tiger, he had to choose the object. This group of people's Huafu Gongzi was in the middle of Shenhai. Behind him, there was a young man who reached the later stage of Shenhai. For ordinary people, Shenhai warrior is a little expert, but in his eyes, they are just ordinary people who are more powerful than ordinary people. "You dare to talk to me like this, do you know who I am?" The face of the young man in Huafu suddenly sank and his eyes clouded. This young man in Chinese costume is Zheng Yuheng, the son of the Lord of Songya city. Songya city is a city under wanxingwuzong. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in wanxingwuzong. There are two ways to collect disciples. One is to hold a general election once a decade, and the second is to rely on the recommendation of local city leaders. This group of young men and women are just the excellent young warriors selected by Songya city. This time, as long as they pass the examination of wanxingwuzong, they are qualified to stay here for cultivation. At the same time, as the city Lord, there is a quota to join wanxingwuzong directly, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this quota to his son Zheng Yuheng. "Who are you and what do you have to do with me?" Song Yan still replied in a steady tone. "Bastard, you want to die!" Zheng Yuheng was enraged completely. He was about to attack, but he was caught by the young man in the later stage of Shenhai behind him. He reminded him, "don't be impulsive, young city Lord. This is the wanxingwuzong!" Smell speech, Zheng Yuheng also calmed down, but in the heart but can't swallow this tone. The young man in the later stage of Shenhai lowered his voice and said: "little city Lord, you can become a disciple of wanxingwu sect directly. It's not easy to clean up him after you join wanxingwu sect formally." Zheng Yuheng thinks about it. He glares at Song Yan and says, "boy, I remember you, Zheng Yuheng, and I will take care of you when I become a disciple of wanxingwu sect." "Ha ha!" Song Yan chuckles. Hearing the word "ha ha", Zheng Yuheng felt that he couldn't speak out and almost fell into a rampage again. However, he also knew that this was not the place where he made trouble. In case of losing the chance to become the wanxingwuzong, he would lose it. Seeing Zheng Yuheng doesn't care about song Yan any more, the later martial artist of Shenhai is relieved. He doesn't care whether Zheng Yuheng cleans up song Yan or not. What he cares about is that in case Zheng Yuheng fights with each other, he will be involved in him. Zheng Yuheng is the son of the city Lord. Even if he doesn't join the wanxingwuzong, he is not far behind. However, he was born in a poor family, and he did not know how much hard work and sweat he had to pay in this step, but it was very difficult to go further. Only by joining such a big force as wanxingwuzong, could he have the chance to stand out. Time goes by. About a quarter of an hour later, Deacon Zhou went back, but at the moment, he was a little behind a middle-aged man half a step, obviously, the identity of this middle-aged man is higher than him. However, Zheng Yuheng met the middle-aged man with a bright eye and a quick step. Then he gave him a deep bow: "my nephew Yuheng has seen uncle Jiang." "Haha, it's Yuheng. I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for years. You still know me!" The middle-aged man smiled and helped Zheng Yuheng up: "I haven't seen you for years. You are so big. By the way, is your father OK?" Zheng Yuheng specially looked at Song Yancai and said, "thank you very much, uncle Jiang. My father is very good, and he often mentions you to his nephew." "Brother Dushan is ready!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed the color of memory, and his tone was softened a lot. Then, the eyes of the middle-aged man slowly swept over the people in the reception hall. Except for song Yan, all the other young men and women stood up and looked a little nervous. Seeing song Yan sitting there drinking tea in his spare time, the middle-aged man couldn't help flashing a trace of strange color in his eyes. When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was very happy. This kid was too trusty. My uncle Jiang came, and he dared to sit. So he turned his eyes and shouted to song Yan, "dare, my uncle Jiang is here. Why don't you stand up? Don't you look down on my uncle Jiang!" Then he said to other young men and women, "my uncle Jiang is the elder of wanxingwu sect. Please come to see me soon!" "Yes!" At that time, the group of young men and women came forward to salute one after another, with a very respectful look, while song Yan still sat on Mount Tai, without any intention of going forward. Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng was more and more pleased. Secretly, the boy was dead. The middle-aged man was a narrow-minded man, who didn't want to compete with young people like song Yan, but after Zheng Yuheng pointed out, he was still unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable.However, he still didn't say anything, but he wrote down the matter in his mind. If this kid doesn't join the wanxingwu sect, he may as well. If he also becomes a disciple of the wanxingwu sect, he has some ways to deal with him. "You don't need to be polite, everyone. Get up!" "Thank you, Jiang Changlao!" All the young men and women spoke in unison. Just then, another sound of footstep sounded. People subconsciously looked out and found that an old man was coming. Behind him was the former deacon Chen. "How is Xia Changlao coming?" The middle-aged man was surprised, but he was more puzzled, but he walked up quickly and bowed to each other: "I have seen Xia Changlao!" Although everyone is an elder, he is an external elder, but the other side is an internal elder. His status and cultivation are far beyond him. "Well!" Elder Xia nodded his head symbolically, walked by the man in the middle of the road, and then came to the reception hall quickly. With a turn of his eyes, he fell on Song Yan and leaned slightly: "I think this is the son of Chu, isn't it?" Song Yan nodded: "exactly!" Seeing this scene, Zheng Yuheng is a little confused. Xia Changlao obviously has a higher identity than uncle Jiang. Why is he so polite to this guy? Is this guy a big guy? And the middle-aged man also felt a burst of astonishment and uncertainty, at the same time, some thankfulness, fortunately, he just did not take the opportunity to attack, or now it is not good-looking. Xia Changlao laughed: "ha ha, it's really brilliant that Prince Chu can come to our wanxingwu sect. When the LORD heard this, he was very happy. He has ordered people to prepare the banquet. Please come with the Duke Chu!" "Then I'll be tired of summer growing old." "No harm, no harm!" Elder Xia waved and led song Yan away. For a while, everyone felt that they were looking at each other. "Deacon Chen, that What's the origin of the prince Chu? " The middle-aged man suddenly moved in his heart and asked Chen Sihai. "He is Chufan." Chen Sihai said. "Chu fan?" Middle aged men feel familiar. "The man who defeated emperor yuan!" Chen Sihai added. "What!" The middle-aged man was shocked, and then cold sweat came out. Fortunately, he didn't make trouble to Chu fan just now, or the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, he looked at Zheng Yuheng badly. author's extraneous remarks: second watch the fastest updating and error free novel reading. Please visit our website to read the latest novels!
