Obviously, the reason why this group of people laughed was because of Song Xi's words that he asked the lord of Wanxing Wuzong to discuss things.

After a long while, the youth of Huafu put a smile on his face, and looked at Song Kun with abusive feelings: "This brother, what's the matter with you looking for the Emperor Wuzong, you might as well say it?"

"Do you have a relationship with you?"

Song Yan gave him a slight glance, and responded in a hurry. He didn't want to be concerned with this group of people, but the other side wanted to kick his nose and face. He didn't have the bad habit of eating pigs and eating tigers. The pigs eat tigers, you have to pick the target, right? This group of people is only in the middle of Shenhai. The young man behind him has reached the late stage of Shenhai.

To the average person, the martial arts warriors are already regarded as little masters, but in his eyes, they are ordinary people who are better than ordinary people.

"Dare you speak to me like this, do you know who I am?" Said the youth of Huafu, his face suddenly sinking, his eyes gloomy.

The young man in the costume was called Zheng Yuheng, the son of the main owner of Songya City.

Songya City is a city owned by Wanxing Wuzong. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in Wanxing Wuzong that year.

There are two ways for Wanxing Wuzong to receive his disciples.

The first is a general election once every ten years, and the second is based on recommendations from city leaders in various places.

These young men and women are the outstanding young warriors selected by His Majesty Songyacheng. As long as they pass the examination of Wanxing Wuzong, they are eligible to stay here to practice.

At the same time, as the owner of the city, there is also a place to directly join Wanxing Wuzong, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this place to his son Zheng Yuheng.

"Who do you have anything to do with me?"

Song Yong still responded in a hurry.

"Asshole, you look for death!"

Zheng Yuheng was completely enraged, and the action was about to come, but he was caught by the young man in the late Shenhai behind him, reminding him: "Don't be impulsive, here is Wuxing Wuzong!"

Hearing that Zheng Yuheng calmed down, but couldn't swallow this breath.

The young man of the Shenhai period lowered his voice and said, "Master Shaocheng, you can be a disciple of Wuxing Wuzong directly. It will not be easy for you to pack him after you formally join Wuxing Wuzong."

Zheng Yuheng thinks about the same reason, staring at Song Ye fiercely: "Boy, I Zheng Yuheng remember you, wait for me to become a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong and then slowly pack you!"

"Ha ha!"

Song Yan chuckled.

Hearing the word "hehe", Zheng Yuheng felt indescribable and almost fell into a runaway, but he also knew that this was not his troubled place, and if he lost his chance to become a million star Wuzong, he would lose more than he could.

Seeing that Zheng Yuheng didn't care about Song Ji anymore, the warrior in the late Shenhai was relieved. He didn't care whether Zheng Yuheng was packing Song Ji. He was concerned that in case Zheng Yuheng fought with the other party, he would be involved.

Zheng Yuheng is the son of the owner of the city. Even if he did not join Wanxing Wuzong, it would not be much worse.

However, he came from a humble door and can practice this step without knowing how much hard work and sweat he has paid, but it is difficult to go further. Only by joining such a powerful force as Wanxing Wuzong can he have a chance to stand out.

Time passed slowly.

About a quarter of an hour later, Deacon Zhou returned and returned, but at this moment, he was slightly behind by a middle-aged man half a step. Obviously, this middle-aged man has a higher status than him.

However, Zheng Yuheng couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw the middle-aged man, and he hurriedly greeted him, then worshiped him deeply: "My nephew Yu Heng has seen Uncle Jiang."

"Haha, it's Yuheng. I can't see you in a few years. You recognize me!"

The middle-aged man lifted Zheng Yuheng with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you are so old, yes, your father is fine!"

Zheng Yuheng took a special look at Song Yicai and said, "Thank you Uncle Jiang for your concern, my father is very nice, and I often mention you to my nephew."

"Brother Du Shan is attentive!"

The eyes of the middle-aged man flashed memories, and his tone softened a lot.

Then, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly swept across the crowd in the living room. Except Song Yong, the other young men and women stood up, looking slightly nervous.

The middle-aged man couldn't help flashing a strange color when he saw Song Yan sitting there drinking tea.

When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was overjoyed. This kid was too big. My Uncle Jiang came and he dared to sit. So he turned his eyes and drank towards Song Yong: "Bold, my Uncle Jiang is here , Why do n’t you stand up, do n’t you look down on my uncle Jiang! ”

Then he said to other young men and women: "My uncle Jiang is the elder of Wuxing Wuzong, you guys are not here yet!"

"Yes!"

For a while, the young men and women stepped forward to salute, with a very respectful expression, while Song Ye was still sitting on Mount Tai with no intention of stepping forward.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng was even more joyful, secretly, the boy was dead.

The middle-aged man was a narrow-minded man. He didn't want to care about young people like Song Yong, but after Zheng Yuheng showed up, he remained unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable.

However, he still didn't say anything, but he remembered it in his heart. This boy didn't worship Wanxing Wuzong. If he also became a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong, he would have some way to clean him up.

"You guys don't have to be polite, get up!"

"Thank Elder Jiang!"

All the young men and women were in unison.

Just then, another footstep sounded.

Everyone looked out subconsciously, and found that an old man was striding forward, and he was followed by the former deacon Chen.

"Where's Elder Xia?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, but he was more confused, but he quickly greeted him and worshiped the other party: "I have seen Elder Xia!"

Although everyone is an elder, he is an elder of the outside door, but the elder of the other side is the elder of the inside door, both in status and cultivation are far beyond him.

"Ok!"

Elder Xia nodded symbolically, and walked past the man in the middle. Then he walked quickly to the living room. As soon as he turned his eyes, he fell on Song Yan, and slightly embarrassed him, "Presumably this is Chu Gongzi?"

Song Zheng nodded: "Exactly!"

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yuheng was a little embarrassed. This elder Xia was obviously higher than Uncle Jiang. Why was he so kind to this guy? Is this guy a big deal?

The middle-aged man also felt shocked, and at the same time, fortunately, fortunately, he had not seized the opportunity just now, otherwise it would not look good now.

Elder Xia laughed: "Haha, it ’s really brilliant that the emperor Chu Zong can come to me. After hearing the news, the emperor is very happy. He has ordered a banquet and invited him to come with him!"

"Then Elder Xia is troubled."

"No matter, no matter!"

Elder Xia waved his hand, and then led Song Ye to leave here.

For a while, everyone felt a little different.

"Deacon Chen, what is that ... that Chu son?" The middle-aged man suddenly moved in his heart and asked Chen Sihai.

"He is Chu Fan." Chen Sihai said.

"Chu Fan?"

Middle-aged men feel familiar.

"The peerless man who defeated Yuan Huang!" Chen Sihai added.

"what!"

The middle-aged man trembled, and then came out with cold sweat. Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't make trouble with Chufan just now, and then it became unthinkable. Thinking of this, he looked a little bad at Zheng Yuheng.

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