Peach Fortune Ring

"Well, remember not to run around, so as not to bump into others!"

After leaving a word, Deacon Zhou also left the living room, and with Deacon Zhou's departure, the smile on the young man's face suddenly disappeared, and instead he became a little more arrogant. He glanced at Song Yan lightly and asked : "Are you here to apprentice too?"

"No." Song Yan shook his head lightly.

"Then what are you here for?"

"I have something to discuss with the suzerain of Wanxing Wuzong!" Song Yan said again.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Song Yan's words, the young man in fancy clothes couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the men and women behind him also laughed, looking at Song Yan even more abusively and playfully.

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Apparently, the reason why this group of people laughed was because of Song Yan's words to consult with the Sect Master of Wan Xing Wu Zong.

After a while, the young man in Huafu put away his smile, and looked at Song Yan playfully: "Brother, what do you want to do with Wanxing Wuzong Sect Master, why don't you tell me?"

"Do you have a relationship with half a tael of silver?"

Song Yan glanced at him lightly, and responded unhurriedly, originally he didn't want to argue with this group of people, but the other party insisted on pushing his nose, he didn't have the bad habit of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, besides, even if he really wanted to Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, you have to pick a partner, right? This group of people in gorgeous clothes are only in the middle stage of the Shenhai, and there is a young man behind him who has reached the late stage of the Shenhai.

To ordinary people, the warriors of Shenhai can be regarded as little masters, but in his eyes, they are ordinary people who are better than ordinary people.

"You dare to speak to me like this, do you know who I am?"

This young man in Chinese clothes is Zheng Yuheng, the son of the lord of Songya City.

Songya City is a city under Wanxing Wuzong's banner. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in Wanxing Wuzong.

There are two ways for Wanxing Wuzong to accept disciples.

One is to hold a general election once every ten years, and the other is to rely on the recommendation of city lords from all over the country.

This group of young men and women are excellent young warriors selected by Songya City. As long as they pass the assessment of Wanxing Wuzong, they are eligible to stay here to practice.

At the same time, as the city lord, there is still a quota to directly join Wanxing Wuzong, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this quota to his son Zheng Yuheng.

"Who are you and what does it matter to me?"

Song Yan still responded in an unhurried tone.

"Bastard, you are courting death!"

Zheng Yuheng was completely enraged, and was about to pounce on him, but he was pulled back by the young man in the late stage of Shenhai behind him, and reminded: "Young City Master, don't be impulsive, this is Wanxing Martial Sect!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yuheng also calmed down, but he couldn't swallow the breath in his heart.

The young man in the late stage of Shenhai lowered his voice and said: "Young City Master, you can directly become a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong, and it will not be easy to deal with him after you officially join Wanxing Wuzong."

Zheng Yuheng thought about it for the same reason, and glared at Song Yan viciously: "Boy, I, Zheng Yuheng, remember you, and I will deal with you slowly when I become a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong!"

"Ha ha!"

Song Yan smiled lightly.

Hearing the word "hehe", Zheng Yuheng felt an indescribable feeling, and almost fell into a rampage again, but he also knew that this is not a place for him to make troubles, and if he loses the chance to become Wanxing Wuzong, the loss outweighs the gain.

Seeing that Zheng Yuheng didn't argue with Song Yan any more, the warrior in the later stage of Shenhai was relieved. He didn't care whether Zheng Yuheng took care of Song Yan or not. What he cared about was that if Zheng Yuheng fought with the other party, he would be implicated.

Zheng Yuheng is the son of the city lord, even if he didn't join the Wanxing Martial Sect, he wouldn't be much worse.

But he was born in a humble family, and he has put in a lot of hard work and sweat to be able to practice this step, but it is very difficult and dangerous to go further. Only by joining such a powerful force as Wanxing Wuzong, he has a chance to stand out.

Time passed slowly.

After about a quarter of an hour, Deacon Zhou left and returned, but at this moment, he was slightly behind a middle-aged man by half a step. Obviously, this middle-aged man's status was higher than his.

On the other hand, Zheng Yuheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but quickly walked up to him, and then bowed deeply to him: "Nephew Yuheng has seen Uncle Jiang."

"Haha, it's Yuheng, it's been a few years, but you still recognize me!"

The middle-aged man smiled and helped Zheng Yuheng up: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you are so old, by the way, your father is okay!"

Zheng Yuheng took a special look at Song Yancai and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for your concern. My father is very good, and he often mentions you to my nephew."

"Brother Du Shan has a heart!"

A flash of memory flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and his tone softened a lot.

Then, the eyes of the middle-aged man slowly swept across the people in the living room. Except for Song Yan, the other young men and women stood up with a slightly nervous expression.

Seeing Song Yan sitting there drinking tea leisurely, the middle-aged man couldn't help but a strange look flashed across his eyes.

When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was overjoyed. This kid was too trusting. My Uncle Jiang came, and he dared to sit still, so he rolled his eyes and shouted at Song Yan: "Bold, my Uncle Jiang is here!" , why don't you stand up, don't you look down on me, Uncle Jiang!"

Then, he said to other young men and women: "I, Uncle Jiang, is the elder of the outer sect of Wanxing Wuzong, why don't you come and pay a visit!"

"Yes!"

For a moment, the group of young men and women came forward to salute one after another, with extremely respectful expressions, but Song Yan still sat firmly on Mount Tai, showing no intention of going forward at all.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng became more and more joyful, secretly thought, this kid is dead.

The middle-aged man is a narrow-minded person, and he didn't want to care about young people like Song Yan, but after Zheng Yuheng pointed it out, he was still unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

However, he still didn't say anything, but he remembered this matter in his heart. It's fine if this kid doesn't join Wanxing Wuzong, if he also becomes a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong, he has a lot of ways to deal with him.

"You don't need to be too polite, get up!"

"Thank you Elder Jiang!"

All the young men and women said in unison.

Just then, there was another sound of footsteps.

Everyone subconsciously looked out and found an old man striding towards him, followed by the former Deacon Chen.

"Why is Elder Xia here?"

The middle-aged man was startled, but more confused, but he quickly walked up to him and bowed to him: "I've met Elder Xia!"

Although everyone is an elder, but he is an elder of the outer sect, and the other party is an elder of the inner sect, both in terms of status and cultivation are far beyond him.