I'm the villain! Why are all the heroines surrounding me?

The Song family,

As one of the best ancient martial arts families in Lingnan, is built by the mountains and rivers.

There are pavilions and terraces, with a huge martial arts arena in the middle.

It is where the younger generation of the Song family usually practice martial arts and exchange ideas.

At this time, outside the Song family.

In the hazy night, two figures are walking towards this side.

"Brother Ye, I can't do it anymore, let's take a break."

Little King Kong leaned on the roadside wall, gasping for breath.

Inwardly, he cursed Ye Bufan madly, damn it, is this what you said about taking me to see the world?

Walking from afternoon to night, a full four hours!

During the period, he turned around and went around for two and a half hours. You should have said it earlier if you didn't know the road.

"Amao, try harder, that's it."

Ye Bufan pointed to the front and coughed dryly.

He turned off the navigation on his mobile phone calmly, and he couldn't be blamed for this.

Who knew that this thing didn't work at all? There was a river in front of you, but it told you to go 500 meters forward.

Who wouldn't be confused!

Little King Kong raised his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Bufan in surprise.

Seeing him knock on the door of the Song family, Little King Kong quickly hid beside the stone lion in front of the door.

No, you are serious!

People like this are obviously rich and powerful.

This kid, won't be beaten to death soon? !

You have to stay away from him.

After a while, an old man with a hooked nose wearing a black cloth shirt opened the door.

Master!

Ye Bufan could tell at a glance that the old man was extraordinary.

His breath was continuous, and his breathing was even more regular.

"Who are you? What can you do so late at night?"

The old man with the hooked nose frowned, but his tone was still polite, and he obviously saw that Ye Bufan was not an ordinary person.

"I am Ye Bufan from the Tianshan Sect, and my master is Kong Yunzi."

Ye Bufan puffed out his chest, looking calm.

He took out a token and a letter from his bosom and handed them to the old man.

"I hope you will inform Elder Song."

The old man with the hooked nose took the things and heard that Ye Bufan came from the Tianshan Sect and was a disciple of Kong Yunzi.

He spoke respectfully,

"So you are a disciple of the Tianshan Sect, please come in."

As a member of the Song family, he knew about the Tianshan Sect.

The lineage is passed down from one generation to another, and each generation only accepts one disciple, all of whom are outstanding.

Master Kong Yunzi, the current head of the Tianshan Sect, traveled all over the world when he was young, and had a good relationship with their Song family.

Ye Bufan always had a decent smile on his face, and looked at the little King Kong who was secretly looking at him and said,

"Amao, come here."

The little King Kong was surprised to see that Ye Bufan was not only fine, but also had a good conversation with the old man.

Hearing Ye Bufan calling him, he walked over with confidence.

"Senior, I wonder if I can go with you, my brother."

Ye Bufan spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The old man with the hooked nose nodded lightly and took Ye Bufan and the other two into the Song family.

In the Qingsong reception room,

an old man with gray hair and vigorous spirit sat in the main seat, and four men with extraordinary momentum stood behind him.

They were the four sons of the old man of the Song family, known as the four tigers of the Lingnan Song family.

"Dad, he's just a young junior. Is it necessary for us to mobilize so many troops?"

Among the four tigers, a square-faced man couldn't help but speak,

"Even you have to show up in person."

Old Master Song shook his head,

"Zhengchun, you still underestimate this person."

"To be able to become a disciple of Tianshan Sect, this person must be a rare existence!"

As he said, Old Master Song closed his eyes and spoke with a bit of bitterness,

"In the martial arts, talent is extremely important. Back then, Kong Yunzi and a few of us old guys exchanged ideas and had a good chat."

"Now that we meet, I'm afraid I can only respectfully call him senior."

At this time, a cold snort sounded,

"Dad, you just think too much."

"Even if that kid is a genius, there are countless geniuses who have not grown up. In my opinion, he is not worth our mobilization of troops now!"

Hearing this, the other three tigers all nodded in agreement.

If it was just because of Ye Bufan's talent and status, it would be enough for the Song family to treat him with courtesy.

But it was no small matter for Mr. Song to show up in person.

As the pillar of the Song family, he was a person who could shake the whole Lingnan with just one stomp of his feet. There was no need for him to condescend to meet a junior.

"Zhengdong, you are the youngest of the four brothers, and you are also the most talented. It's just that your temper, alas~"

Mr. Song sighed slightly,

"You are not unaware of the current situation of my Song family. Except for Qingyan, the talents of the rest of the young generation are mediocre."

"My Song family wants to prosper forever, but it is still a step behind!"

After the voice fell, the four tigers fell into silence.

"Dad, do you mean to plan..."

Song Zhengchun hadn't finished speakingAfter that, Mr. Song shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Let's not talk about this matter for now. Someone is coming."

The four tigers all looked out the door.

A young man with ordinary appearance but restrained aura walked in.

At the same time, Ye Bufan noticed Mr. Song sitting high in the main seat.

I was secretly shocked!

Although he had been with the old man for so long on Tianshan Mountain, the old man's realm had long returned to its original state, just like ordinary people.

On the contrary, Mr. Song's aura was like the abyss and the sea. Even if it had been restrained, it still gave him a great pressure.

But Ye Bufan was obviously not a vegetarian. His eyes always calmly met Mr. Song's eyes.

This scene made the four tigers of the Song family look up to him, and Mr. Song was also secretly amazed in his heart.

Bugui was the disciple of that man, and his demeanor was indeed extraordinary.

"Mr. Song."

Ye Bufan bowed slightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"My nephew is indeed extraordinary, and you can tell at first glance that he is a rare talent!"

Mr. Song said politely.

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Although he said so, Ye Bufan was very happy in his heart.

After all, if you have something to ask for, you still have to leave a good impression on others.

Mr. Song stroked his beard and said straight to the point,

"I don't know what my nephew wants to do this time. As long as my Song family can do it, we will definitely help you with all our strength."

"To be honest with you, Mr. Song, I did come here to ask for something."

Ye Bufan was delighted and spoke without hesitation,

"I heard that the Song family has an ancient recipe for washing marrow and cutting tendons, which can improve physical strength and help warriors break through the realm. I wonder if you can let me see it."

As soon as these words came out, the four tigers of the Song family looked unhappy, and even Mr. Song frowned.

Song Zhengdong's face was gloomy, and he spoke on the spot,

"Boy, do you know that this thing is equivalent to the foundation of my Song family? You can't just look at it if you want to!"

Ye Bufan was not surprised, and smiled confidently,

"Junior knows that this request is presumptuous, but what if I have a way to make the effect of this ancient prescription even better?"

He has this confidence, as long as there is enough time.

With his medical skills, this kind of thing is simply a piece of cake!

Song Zhengdong sneered, and was about to speak when he was stopped by Mr. Song.

"My dear nephew, this matter may be a little difficult. However, if you want to break through, my Song family can help."

Ye Bufan knew that this matter could not be rushed, and he didn't say anything more, and bowed his hands,

"Thank you, Mr. Song."