The young warrior's voice became hoarse on the spot. Seeing Qianye slowly pick up his clothes and put them on, he walked towards the door and forced out a sentence, "Don't... mess around! My... my young master has something to say to you. "
Before the words fell, the man ran back into the yard as if fleeing.
Qianye walked to the door and saw a dozen or so people standing in the small courtyard, surrounded by a tall young man in the middle. After reading the relevant information, he recognized that this was Song Zian, the second son of the Song Clan. The offshoot of the Song Clan where Yin Qiqi's mother's line belongs is attached to him. This person is one of the three generals of the younger generation of the Song Clan, and is recognized as the number one in combat power.
Song Zian looked Qianye up and down, and remained silent. In his eyes, speaking a few more words with a brother's subordinate might be demeaning.
A follower beside him took a step forward and said, "You are the seventh young master's guest warrior? Our second young master needs to use the training room, please give it up! I will reward you for whatever compensation I want afterwards."
Qianye's anger had completely subsided at this time, and his mind was as calm as the surface of water. He looked around at the crowd, recognized the steward who was huddled in the back, pointed out, and said, "You, come here."
The steward was ordered, so he didn't dare not answer, and smiled apologetically, "Well, steward An, you see, there is a reason for the incident on Er Shao's side, it's all for the big exam, you should change it! Anyway, you have been practicing all day long No? For things like cultivation, haste makes waste..."
Qianye's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he interrupted the manager's words, and asked lightly: "Is my time up?"
The steward saw sweat on his forehead on the spot, and said in a low voice, "Well, it's really not close..."
Song Zian's entourage quit, and shouted: "Boy, Second Young Master is waiting for your reply!"
Qianye turned a deaf ear to it, and didn't seem to notice Song Zian's ugly expression. He just stared at the steward and said calmly, "Since the time hasn't come, why would someone come to open the door of the training room?"
The steward reluctantly said: "Well...they are just a little impatient."
"Please come over to the elder on duty." Qianye's tone was still neither high nor low, flat.
"Ah! Elder?" The steward was sweating profusely.
"I remember that there is an elder on duty every day, and I want to see the elder."
The steward's waist had already bent down involuntarily, and he tried to apologize with a smile: "Such a trivial matter, there is no need to alarm the elder, right?"
"Whether it's a trivial matter or not, what you say doesn't matter. Are you going to invite the elders, or should I go by myself?"
One of Song Zian's followers finally couldn't help but took a few steps, stood in front of Qianye, and said angrily, "Boy, don't you want to be shameless?"
Qianye lowered his eyes, even though it was covered by the color of the drug, he could still see that the hand holding the gun had lost its blood color, and the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing faintly. Said: "The dignified second son of the Song clan, don't you even dare to meet the elders?"
Song Zian finally frowned, raised his hand and called the attendant back, and said, "Your name is An Renyi, right? This practice room is very important to me. Let me tell you about your request. As long as you don't It's too much, I can promise you."
As soon as Song Zian opened his mouth, Qianye raised his eyebrows, feeling very surprised.
However, Qianye didn't know that Song Zian's expression of weakness in disguise was forced by the situation.
He didn't expect that a mere local manager under Song Zining's subordinates would act so old-fashioned, neither humble nor overbearing, neither surprised nor angry, and he didn't even argue with his subordinates. He only wanted to see the elders, and the plan he originally wanted to use to make use of it was completely useless. up.
As a result, the situation became very difficult. This matter is Song Zian's fault, no matter who the elder is on duty today, even if he leans to his side, it will be a big trouble if there is a big trouble. Even if he and his entourage are fine, he will never be able to escape the charge of managing affairs, and he will definitely be dismissed and investigated.
As for Song Zining, no matter how bad he was, he was still the seventh son of the Song Clan, and it was not easy to find trouble with a clansman who had lost his position afterwards.
But in this way, who would be willing to show kindness to him and work hard for him in the future
Qianye groaned silently, hesitating in his heart, he never thought that the other party's aggressive approach was anticlimactic, and Song Zian's posture would be so low. But what they did this time was clearly intentional, and they wanted him not to be in the ring. If he gave up like this, how could Qianye be willing
Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, Song Zining's voice suddenly came from not far away: "Second brother is really in a good mood today."
Everyone followed the prestige, and Song Zining came quickly with several followers. One of the tower-like strong men was a full head taller than the others, and the ground shook every time he took a step, his eyebrows and cheeks were like knives and axes, and the murderous aura around him was almost solidified.
The steward looked back and saw this kind of battle, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he felt extremely regretful.
The corners of Song Zian's eyes twitched, he greeted Song Zining, and pre-emptively quickly repeated the conditions he had mentioned to Qianye.
Song Zining had already walked to Qianye's side, his eyes stopped on the bloodstain on the corner of Qianye's mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe off, his expression changed instantly, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.
But when he turned his head to face Song Zian, his expression was normal, and he said with a smile: "It's rare that the second brother is so interested, it's all a trivial matter. As long as the second brother makes up for me twice the time afterwards, then this training room will be yours." .”
Song Zian frowned, feeling a great pain in his heart. The right to use the sky-level training room can only be obtained through quotas and clan affairs merit conversion. There are still two days left for the registration of this training room, so it will take four days to change. Even if he has formally participated in clan affairs, it will take It took half a year to make achievements.
However, Song Zian is also a decisive person. He knows that it is in his best interest to appease the matter immediately. Seeing that Song Zining's intention is not to pursue the disturbance of the guest warrior's cultivation, he immediately said: "Seventh brother has a heart. Then it's settled."
After finishing speaking, Song Zian said to the steward, "Transfer my quota for four days to Zining's name."
"I'll do it right away!" The steward managed to escape, and immediately ran to do the work.
Then Song Zian said with a pleasant face: "Thank you, seventh brother, I went to the Shining Plain not long ago, and there are a few local products that are very good. I will ask someone to send them to you later."
Song Zining smiled and nodded, without further words, he pulled Qianye out of the courtyard. When he got to the side of the off-road vehicle, he suddenly whispered: "Whoever hurt you, point it out."
Qianye gestured to the young warrior who opened the door of the training room.
Song Zining nodded, then turned around and said, "Song Ge."
A close follower took a step closer and said softly: "The man's name is Yuan Feng, he was born in a noble family, he is now a seventh-rank soldier, he is the captain of the Second Young Guards, he is not a guest warrior this time."
Song Zining's eyebrows flashed a gloomy look, and he said, "Then don't let him pass the exam."
Song Ge said: "He has an elder sister who is the second young master's concubine."
"If that concubine talks too much, I'll send her and her brother as companions." Song Zining said flatly: "Afterwards, send two Le Jis to the second brother."
Song Ge said: "Yes."
At this time, Song Zining's followers all followed and walked to the side of the convoy.
The man with the iron tower came over and opened the passenger door of Song Zining's car. He was able to share the car with Song Zining, so his status was obviously not low. The big man tucked his legs into the seat, shaking the whole car, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Master, just leave like this? Let those little bastards go?"
Song Zining said: "An Renyi is injured, go back immediately. You can see their faces clearly. If you encounter them in the arena or in actual combat, you should know what to do."
It was only then that Qianye realized that the big man was actually Song Zining's other guest warrior, Gao Junyi, who was also the strongest warrior under Song Zining's other warriors. At first glance, he looked like a veteran who had come down from the battlefield, and he didn't know how much blood was on his hands.
The big man grinned and said, "Understood, don't worry, Seventh Young Master."
The damage caused by the interruption of cultivation cannot be delayed at all, it must be treated immediately, otherwise not only will there be sequelae, but it may even be abolished. Once the two sides start fighting, not to mention whether Song Zian can get a bargain, it will first delay Qianye's injury. This is the real reason why Song Zining is willing to endure this tone.
The car started, Song Zining gave Qianye a tube of potion, and said, "Drink it, let's go back first, and find someone to treat you right away."
Qianye looked at the logo on the tube wall: Force Restoration Agent Type III. This is a special drug for treating the loss of control of the force. The price is astonishing. It is divided into three models. The higher the label, the better the effect. The Type 3 in his hand is already the highest level, and even a warlord will not use it lightly. This was probably what Song Zining used to save his life.
Qianye's heart warmed slightly, and he returned the Force Repair Potion to Song Zining, saying, "I'm fine, just take a rest, I don't need this medicine."
"Don't be careless! This is not an ordinary injury. If it is not handled properly, it will affect the foundation of cultivation." Song Zining's voice was filled with anxiety.
Qianye stretched out his hand and said, "I'm really fine, you'll know after looking at it."
Song Zining regained his composure, held Qianye's hand, and then sent out a ray of original force to investigate the situation in Qianye's body. Sure enough, the original force was flowing smoothly and solidly, but a few internal organs had new scars. He looked relaxed, and then let go of his heart.
In fact, Qianye was quite lucky. When he was disturbed at the end, he was running the ancient scroll of Song Dynasty. Therefore, the impact of losing control of the original force was equivalent to forty-five rounds of tides caused by a military attack. The injury was not serious. With his current physique , even if no medicine is used, it only takes one night to recover.
After the two returned to the "Shenyun Hall", Song Zining was still not completely relieved, and pressed Qianye into the body repair fluid and lay down for three hours. When Qianye woke up, all his injuries had healed, and he was still short of breaking through the ninth level. However, the promotion was only a matter of time, and it was not worthy of too much attention.
Qianye put on his clothes, walked out of the quiet room, and saw Song Zining sitting in the courtyard, bathing in the afterglow of the evening, with a cup of tea in his hand, meditating.
The cup of tea was already cold, and there was still a fallen leaf floating on the water, but Song Zining didn't realize it. When he heard the door knock, he drank the tea in his cup, then turned his head and smiled and said, "Are you awake? How are you?"
Qianye said: "It has fully recovered."
Song Zining stood up and held Qianye's hand, and checked his original force circulation, and his smile became a little more real.
Qianye looked at Song Zining, and suddenly asked, "Is there anything difficult?"
Song Zining shook his head instinctively, then looked at Qianye's expression, smiled wryly and said, "Is it obvious?"
Qianye laughed, "You ate all the leaves just now, is this how you practiced the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Art?"
Song Zining was stunned, and then came to a sudden realization. He turned the empty cup in his hand helplessly, and sighed, "Why did you see all of this? Well, it's really not a big deal. Since I don't want to be the leader, I should hold my hand." Get the chip and sell it for a good price, and then you can let go. Don’t let anyone treat me as a bully and step on it.”
Qianye was slightly taken aback, and then realized, "You want to find someone to ally with?" Or to be more precise, to find someone to join, but if Song Zining really made it a condition to give up his ranking in the big exam, he could indeed get generous compensation.
Song Zining nodded, and said again: "Qianye, if you meet my second and third brothers again in the final exam, you don't need to worry about the impact on me, even if you kill them, it doesn't matter, I'm not afraid of being talked about as brother-in-law. "
Normally, it would be good for the two of them to save their lives against the generals, but combat power is never just about level. Song Zian is already an eleventh-level warrior, equivalent to the second-class viscount of the dark race, and may be a strong opponent. Song Ziqi, who has just crossed the threshold of a warrior, is not in their eyes.
Qianye frowned, "I haven't heard you mention how much enmity you have with Song Zian. Even Yin Qiqi's matter is actually in your favor. Is it for me?"
Song Zining smiled and said, "Of course not, it's for myself." He waved his hand and said, "I'm going out to do something. If you need anything, just tell Song Ge to do it."
"Zining." Qianye called to Song Zining who was about to leave, "Are you really not interested in being the lord?"
Song Zining thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "Zhao Junhong is right. I don't have time. If I want to be the lord, it will take at least ten years to manage. But neither the Song Clan nor I can wait for the next one." It's been ten years since the exam. Besides, the surname of the Gao family is both a help and a constraint, and what I want is never just these things."
Qianye stared at Song Zining, saw that his expression was calm but without the slightest bit of reluctance, so he nodded.