"Of course there is no problem. We won't let some unnecessary people come."

Sikong Jie said that he naturally understood what it meant. Members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association have never shown it to the public. This time he was able to come to the Sikong family to give him enough face.

Logically speaking, a large family like the Sikong family naturally hopes that the funeral of the elders will be as grand as possible, and the more people come, the better. This is an opportunity to show their strength.

If Zuo Zhiyuan had not come so powerfully with members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, the Sikong family would have hoped that the people of the whole city would be present to see Sikong Xinrong off, in order to demonstrate their prestige as a century-old noble family.

But now, they don't need to do this.

As long as Zuo Zhiyuan and members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association are present, they will definitely be the focus of the entire river and sea.

Being able to bring a person like Zuo Zhiyuan to the scene is enough to crush all other big families in the Yangtze River and the sea.

The high-profile appearance of the Ancient Martial Arts Association in Jianghai not only touched the nerves of the major families in Jianghai, but also attracted the attention outside the Jianghai.

The news came to the Central Plains General Assembly of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, which immediately caused a lot of controversy. As the vice president of the Ancient Martial Arts Association and the leader of the Central Plains General Assembly of the Central Plains Association, Qiu Zhan was even more furious.

In a spacious office, he patted his desk and cursed: "It's outrageous! What does Zuo Zhiyuan want to do? He was so high-profile as soon as he took office as the head of Ningzhou. Will he crawl on my head and shit in the future?"

"Just to pay condolences to the head of the Sikong family, he led dozens of people to the Jianghai to show off his luck. He was a public utility for personal purposes! He was bold and arrogant!"

"President Qiu calmed down. Master Zuo was arrogant. Everyone knows that this time he was not just going to pay his condolences. His apprentice was killed by a young man named Xiao Shun. How could he swallow this tone? His main purpose of this trip was to avenge his apprentice."

The one who spoke was his assistant Haitang.

A young woman in her thirties has an aroused figure, a dignified appearance, her hair is tied up high, and she looks capable and neat.

"I know that he is seeking personal grudges. It's a pity that Zuo Zhiyuan is the leader of the church. Don't you know the rules of the association? Let's take a step back and use a dignified martial arts master to go there personally, it's simply nonsense!"

Qiu Zhan knocked on the table with his knuckles, and his anger reached the sky.

"Or else call him back?" Haitang had never seen his boss get so angry. Her eyebrows frowned slightly and stammered.

Qiu Zhan hesitated for a moment, snorted and sneered: "He took action first and then reported this time to make it difficult for me to get on the verge of hard work. He brought so many people to go there with him carelessly and high-profile. If I recall him now, I will lose the face of the entire association!"

"That……"

"Forget it, forget it, let's settle the score with him when he comes back!" Qiu Zhan was angry and waved his hand.

At the same time, there was a news from the Sikong family that people who had not received the invitation to the funeral of Sikong Xinrong did not have to go there, and immediately poured a basin of cold water on some families who wanted to take the opportunity to climb.

Although the Sikong family, a century-old rich family, lost control of the Golden Elysee Group, the so-called centipede insect died without being stiff, and its size could still be comparable to that of the other three major families.

Besides, with the blessing of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, it is just around the corner. I wonder how many second- and third-rate families want to take this opportunity to show off and make a familiar face. Even if the Sikong family makes a little mention, they will benefit these second- and third-rate families a lot.

That night.

Tulip Hotel.

Zuo Zhiyuan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and the table was covered with incense, which made people calm.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

Tang Zhanpeng stepped forward, cooked a pot of tea in an orderly manner, poured a cup and served it.

"Did you have the kid's whereabouts?" Zuo Zhiyuan took the tea he handed over, took a sip and asked slowly.

"I have known the company address and home address in the morning." Tang Zhanpeng replied.

"Okay, then I will act tonight. I will avenge my dead Chen'er and comfort him in the spirit of heaven. At the funeral tomorrow, I will inform Brother Xinrong of this matter, so that this old brother can leave with peace of mind."

Tang Zhanpeng nodded: "Yes."

At this time, a few knocks sounded outside the door. Zuo Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and said unhappy: "Didn't you give me instructions? Don't bother me if there is nothing important?"

"I'll go and have a look."

Tang Zhanpeng stood up and walked towards the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a familiar young man, about 24 or 25 years old, with a thin face, clear edges and a smile, standing there, not wearing the clothes of a hotel waiter.

Tang Zhanpeng's pupils shrank and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you looking for?"

"Aren't you looking for me? No need to look for me, I'm here in person." The young man smiled faintly.

"Are you Xiao Shun?" Tang Zhanpeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the person coming again, and immediately tensed up his nerves.

"Why? Don't you invite me in and sit?" Xiao Shun said indecision.

"Let him in."

When you reach Zuo Zhiyuan's realm, you are more intelligent than ordinary people, and you will naturally hear the conversations at the door clearly.

Tang Zhanpeng bowed and let Xiao Shun enter the door.

He sniffed a few times and walked, "Zuo Zuo is so elegant and the tea is good. I don't know if I can ask for a cup to try it."

"Dragonhead tea, do you dare to drink it?"

Zuo Zhiyuan looked at him coldly and couldn't help but be surprised. There was no trace of practicing martial arts on this young man. How could he kill Chen'er in one move?

"I dare to drink Mengpo soup, too." Xiao Shun curled his lips and said with a smile.

"You are not afraid of death." Zuo Zhiyuan spread his hands.

"Sit down."

"Master Zuo should be reluctant to let me die now." Xiao Shun sat down slowly and sighed.

"How do you say this?" Zuo Zhiyuan poured a cup of tea and said to him.

"Oh, I forgot the serious business. The purpose of my visit this time is to see if there is any extra invitation letter from Master Zuo. The people from the Sikong family are so stingy that they didn't even give me an invitation letter."

"Are you going to attend the funeral?" Zuo Zhiyuan looked at him with his bright eyes, wonderingly.

"That's why I said that Master Zuo was reluctant to kill me at this time. Wouldn't it be better to kill me in front of Sikong's family tomorrow in front of Sikong Xinrong's spiritual position?" Xiao Shunyun said lightly.

"The tea is good, give me another cup."

"I began to like you a little because of your courage."

Zuo Zhiyuan stretched out a little wrinkles, filled the cup in front of him with tea and continued: "If you are willing to join my disciple and kneel down and apologize in front of Sikong Xinrong's spiritual position, I can spare your life and plead for you in front of Sikong's family, what do you think?"

The young man in front of him was a bit crazy, but he was able to easily defeat his favorite disciple, which shows that he must be outstanding.

Sikongchen's qualifications are one in a thousand, and he may be more qualified than Sikongchen.
Chapter completed!