Obviously, the reason why this group of people laughed was because of Song Yan's words about discussing something with the leader of Wanxing Wuzong.
After a while, the young man in colorful clothes put away his smile and looked at Song Yan teasingly: "Brother, what do you want to do with the master of Wanxing Wuzong? Why don't you tell us?"
"Do I have anything to do with you?"
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 making fun of him. He didn't have the bad habit of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Besides, even if he really wanted to, Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, you have to choose a partner, right? This group of handsomely dressed young men are only in the middle stage of Shenhai, but there is a young man behind him who has reached the late stage of Shenhai.
To ordinary people, Shenhai warriors were already considered little masters, but in his eyes, they were just ordinary people who were a little better than ordinary people.
"You dare to talk to me like this, do you know who I am?" The face of the young man in Chinese clothes suddenly darkened, and he said with gloomy eyes.
This young man in colorful clothes is called Zheng Yuheng, the son of the Lord of Songya City.
Songya City is a city under the Wanxing Wuzong. Zheng Yuheng's father also practiced in the Wanxing Wuzong back then.
There are two ways for Wanxing Wuzong to accept disciples.
The first is to hold general elections once every ten years, and the second is to rely on recommendations from city lords in various places.
This group of young men and women are the outstanding young warriors selected by Songya City. As long as they pass the assessment of Wanxing Wuzong this time, they will be qualified to stay here to practice.
At the same time, as the city lord, he also had a quota to directly join the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong, so Zheng Dushan directly gave this quota to his son Zheng Yuheng.
"Who are you and what does it have to do with me?"
Song Yan still responded in an unhurried tone.
"Asshole, you're looking for death!"
Zheng Yuheng was completely irritated, and he was about to pounce on him, but he was grabbed by the young man behind him who was in the late stage of Shenhai and reminded him: "Young City Master, don't be impulsive, this is the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong!"
Hearing this, Zheng Yuheng also calmed down, but he couldn't swallow this 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 the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong. It will not be easy to deal with him after you officially join the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong."
Zheng Yuheng thought about the same truth and glared at Song Yan fiercely: "Boy, I, Zheng Yuheng, will remember you. I will deal with you slowly when I become a disciple of Wanxing Wuzong!"
"hehe!"
Song Yan chuckled.
Hearing the word "haha", Zheng Yuheng felt an indescribable feeling and almost went berserk again, but he also knew that this was not the place for him to cause trouble. If he lost the opportunity to become the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong, the gain would outweigh the loss.
Seeing that Zheng Yuheng no longer argued with Song Yan, the warrior in the late stage of Shenhai breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care whether Zheng Yuheng dealt with Song Yan. What he cared about was that if Zheng Yuheng fought with the other party, he would be implicated.
Zheng Yuheng was the son of the city lord. Even if he didn't join the Wanxing Wuzong, he wouldn't be far behind.
And he was born in a poor family. He has put in a lot of hard work and sweat to be able to practice this step, but it is difficult and dangerous to go further. Only by joining a big force like the Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong can he have a chance to get ahead.
Time passed slowly.
About a quarter of an hour later, Deacon Zhou left and returned, but at this moment, he was slightly half a step behind a middle-aged man. Obviously, this middle-aged man had a higher status than him.
Zheng Yuheng, on the other hand, couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw the middle-aged man. He couldn't help but hurried up to meet him, and then bowed deeply to him: "My nephew Yuheng has met Uncle Jiang."
"Haha, it's Yu Heng. I didn't expect that you still recognize me after not seeing me for several years!"
The middle-aged man smiled and helped Zheng Yuheng up: "I haven't seen you for a few years. You are already so old. By the way, is your father okay?"
Zheng Yuheng looked at Song Yancai specifically and said, "Thank you Uncle Jiang for your concern. My father is very good and often mentions you to my nephew."
"Brother Du Shan is interested!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with memories, and his tone became much softer.
Then, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly swept across the people in the reception room. Except for Song Yan, the other young men and women stood up, looking slightly nervous.
Seeing Song Yan actually sitting there with leisurely drinking tea, the middle-aged man couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.
When Zheng Yuheng saw this, he was overjoyed. This boy was too trusting. My Uncle Jiang was here, and he still dared to sit down. So he rolled his eyes and shouted towards Song Yan: "Bold, my Uncle Jiang is here." , why don’t you stand up, don’t you look down on my Uncle Jiang!”
Then, he said to the other young men and women: "I, Uncle Jiang, am the outer elder of Wanxing Wuzong. Why don't you come and pay me a visit!"
"yes!"
For a moment, the group of young men and women stepped forward to salute one after another with extremely respectful expressions, but Song Yan still sat firmly on Mount Tai with no intention of coming forward at all.
Seeing this, Zheng Yuheng became even more joyful and secretly thought, this kid is dead.
The middle-aged man was a narrow-minded person, and he didn't want to argue with young people like Song Yan, but after Zheng Yuheng pointed it out, he remained unmoved, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
However, he still didn't say anything, but he remembered it in his heart. It would be fine if this kid didn't become a disciple of the Wanxing Wuzong. If he also became a disciple of the Wanxing Wuzong, he would have many ways to deal with him.
"No need to be polite, everyone, just get up!"
"Thank you, Elder Jiang!"
All the young men and women said in unison.
At this moment, there was another burst of footsteps.
Everyone subconsciously looked outside and saw an old man striding towards them. Behind him was Deacon Chen from before.
"Why are you here, Elder Xia?"
The middle-aged man was shocked and more confused, but he quickly walked up to him and bowed to him: "I have met Elder Xia!"
Although we are all elders, he is an outer sect elder, but the other party is an inner sect elder, and his status and cultivation are far beyond him.
"Um!"
Elder Xia nodded symbolically, walked past the man in the middle, and then quickly came to the living room. His eyes turned and fell on Song Yan, and he bowed slightly: "I guess this is Young Master Chu, right?"
Song Yan nodded: "Exactly!"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Yuheng was a little confused. Elder Xia obviously had a higher status than Uncle Jiang. Why was he so polite to this guy? Could it be that this guy has a great background
The middle-aged man also felt a sense of surprise and uncertainty, and at the same time he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he didn't take the opportunity to have an attack just now, otherwise it would not look good now.
Elder Xia laughed loudly: "Haha, it's really great that Mr. Chu can come to our Ten Thousand Stars Wuzong. After hearing the news, the sect master was very happy. He has already ordered people to prepare a banquet and invited Mr. Chu and the old man to come!"
"Then I'll bother you, Elder Xia."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
Elder Xia waved his hand, and then personally led Song Yan away from here.
For a moment, everyone felt a little embarrassed.
"Deacon Chen, who is that... Mr. Chu?" The middle-aged man suddenly felt something in his heart and asked Chen Sihai.
"He is Chu Fan." Chen Sihai said.
"Chu Fan?"
The middle-aged man thought it sounded very familiar.
"The peerless warrior who defeated Emperor Yuan!" Chen Sihai added.
"What!"
The middle-aged man was shocked, and then he broke out in cold sweat. Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't make things difficult for Chu Fan just now, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous. Thinking of this, he looked at Zheng Yuheng with a somewhat evil look.
Author's digression: Second update (to be continued)