The young warrior's voice became mute on the spot. He watched Qianye slowly pick up his clothes and put them on, and then walked towards the door. He barely managed to say, "Don't... mess around! My house...

.My young master has something to say to you."

Before he finished speaking, the man ran back into the yard as if he was running away.

Qianye walked to the door and saw about ten people standing in the small courtyard, surrounded by a tall young man in the middle. He had read the relevant information and recognized that this was Song Zian, the second son of the Song clan. Yin Qiqi's maternal lineage was

The side branch of the Song Dynasty is dependent on him. This man is one of the three generals of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty, and is recognized as the number one in combat power.

Song Zian looked at Qianye up and down and remained silent. In his eyes, speaking more than two words to a brother's subordinate might be a loss of status.

A follower beside him took a step forward and said: "Are you the guest warrior of the Seventh Young Master? Our Second Young Master needs to use the training room, please give in! I will reward you with any amount of compensation you want afterwards."

Qianye's anger was completely subdued at this time, and his mind was as calm as water. He looked around the crowd and recognized the uniform of the steward huddled at the back. He stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."

The steward was called upon and did not dare not to answer the call. He said with a smile, "Well, steward An, you see there is a reason for the Second Young Master's incident. It's all for the big exam, so just change it! Anyway, you have been practicing all day.

No? When it comes to cultivation, haste makes waste..."

Qianye's expression did not waver at all. He interrupted the steward's words and asked calmly: "Is my time up?"

The steward was sweating on his forehead and said: "This is indeed a little bit worse..."

The attendant Song Zian who had spoken stopped and shouted: "Boy, the Second Young Master is waiting for your reply!"

Qianye turned a deaf ear and seemed not to notice Song Zian's somewhat troubled expression. He just stared at the steward and said lightly: "Since the time has not come, why would someone come to open the door to the training room?"

The steward reluctantly said: "Well... they are just a little impatient."

"Please ask the elder on duty to come over." Qianye's tone was still neither high nor low, calm and calm.

"Ah! Elder?" The steward was sweating like rain.

"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 involuntarily, and he tried to apologize and said with a smile: "There is no need to alarm the elders for such a trivial matter, right?"

"Whether it's a small matter or not, you don't have to say it. Should you go and invite the elders, or should I do it 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, are you shameless?"

Qianye lowered his eyes. Even though it was covered by the color of the medicine, he could still see that the hand holding the gun had lost its color and the veins on the back of his hand were beating faintly. He took a deep breath and did not move after all. Instead, he turned to face Song Zian and said coldly

Said: "The dignified second son of the Song Dynasty, don't you even dare to meet the elders?"

Song Zian finally frowned, raised his hand to call the attendant back, and said: "Your name is An Renyi, right? This training room is very important to me. Let's talk about your request, as long as you don't

No matter how much it goes, 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 disguised show of weakness was forced by the situation.

He didn't expect that a mere local steward under Song Zining would behave in such a sophisticated manner, neither humble nor overbearing, neither surprised nor angry. He would not even argue with his subordinates, but would insist on seeing the elders. The plan he originally wanted to use as an excuse failed at all.

.

As a result, the situation has become very difficult. This matter is originally Song Zian's fault. No matter who the elder is today, even if he leans to his side, it will be a big trouble. Even if he and his entourage are fine, he can't do anything.

There is absolutely no way he can escape the crime, and he will definitely be dismissed from his post and investigated.

No matter how bad Song Zining is, he is still the seventh son of the Song Dynasty. It will not be easy to find trouble with a clan member who has lost his position afterwards.

But in this case, who will be willing to show kindness to him and sacrifice their life for him in the future?

Qianye was silent, hesitating in his heart. He did not expect that the other party was so aggressive, but ended in an anticlimax, and that Song Zian would lower his posture so low. But their actions this time were clearly intentional, and they deliberately wanted him not to get on the ring.

If he gave up like this, how could Qianye be willing to do so?

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Song Zining's voice suddenly came from not far away: "Second brother is really in a good mood today."

Everyone followed the sound, and Song Zining came quickly with several followers. One of them, a strong man like an iron tower, was a full head taller than the others. The ground shook with every step he took. His features and cheeks were like knives and axes, and the murderous aura around him was almost frozen.

into substance.

When the steward looked back and saw the battle, sweat poured down his forehead, and he felt extremely regretful.

The corners of Song Zian's eyes suddenly jumped. He greeted Song Zining and quickly reiterated the conditions he had proposed to Qianye preemptively.

Song Zining had already walked to Qianye's side. His eyes stopped at the blood stain on the corner of Qianye's mouth that he had not had time to wipe away. His expression suddenly changed, and murderous intent suddenly surged in his eyes.

But when he turned back to face Song Zian, his expression was as usual and he said with a smile: "It's rare for second brother to be so interested. It's all a trivial matter. As long as second brother makes up for twice my time afterwards, then this training room will be yours."

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Song Zian frowned, and his heart suddenly hurt. The right to use the heaven-level training room can only be obtained through quotas and clan affairs. There are still two days left to register for this training room, so it will take four days to exchange it.

Even if he has officially participated in clan affairs, this will still take half a year of work.

However, Song Zian is also a decisive person. He knows that it is in his best interest to calm down the matter immediately. Seeing that Song Zining meant not to pursue the matter of disturbing the guest warrior's training, he immediately said: "Seventh brother has a heart.

Then it’s settled.”

After that, Song Zian said to the manager: "Transfer my quota for four days to Zi Ning's name."

"It will be done right away!" The manager finally escaped and ran off to do the work in a hurry.

Then Song Zian said in a friendly manner: "Thank you, Seventh Brother. I went to Shining Plains not long ago, and there are some very good local products. I will ask someone to send them to you later."

Song Zining smiled and nodded, without saying another word, he pulled Qianye out of the courtyard. When he walked to the SUV, he suddenly whispered: "Whoever hurt you, point it out to them."

Qianye motioned to the young warrior who opened the door to the training room.

Song Zining nodded, turned around and said, "Song Ge."

A personal attendant took a step closer and said softly: "The man's name is Yuan Feng. He is from a noble family. He is currently a seventh-level soldier. He is the captain of the Second Young Guards. He is not the guest warrior this time."

A trace of evil flashed between Song Zining's brows, and he said: "Then don't let him survive the exam."

Song Ge said: "He has a sister who is the concubine of the second young master."

"If that concubine talks too much, send her and her brother as companions." Song Zining said lightly: "Afterwards, just send two Le Ji to the second brother."

Song Ge said: "Yes."

At this time, Song Zining's entourage followed and walked to the side of the motorcade.

The big man with a steel tower came over and opened the passenger door of Song Zining's car. He was able to share the car with Song Zining, so he obviously had a high status. The big man stuffed his legs into the seat, and the whole car swayed, and then said in a hoarse voice: "

Master, are you leaving like this? Let those little brats go?"

Song Zining said: "An Renyi is injured, go back immediately. You can see their faces clearly. If you encounter them in the ring or in actual combat, you should know what to do."

Only then did Qianye realize that the big man was actually another of Song Zining's guest warriors, Gao Junyi, who was also the strongest warrior under the general among Song Zining's warriors with a foreign surname. At first glance, he looked like a veteran who had come off the battlefield.

Know how much blood there is.

The big man smiled ferociously and said, "I understand, Qi Shao, don't worry."

The damage caused by the interruption of practice cannot be delayed at all. It must be treated immediately, otherwise it will not only leave sequelae, but may also become useless. Once the two sides start fighting, let alone whether Song Zian can get an advantage.

First of all, it will 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 medicine and said, "Drink it. Let's go back first and find someone to diagnose and treat you right away."

Qianye looked at the sign on the wall of the tube: Force Restoration Agent Type III. This is a special medicine specially used to treat loss of control of the Force. The price is very shocking. It is divided into three models. The higher the label, the better the effect. In hand.

This type three is already at the highest level, and even warriors will not use it easily. This is probably what Song Zining uses to save his life.

Qianye's heart warmed slightly, and he returned the Force Restoring Potion to Song Zining and said, "I have nothing to do. I just need to take a rest. There is no need for this medicine."

"Don't be careless! This is no ordinary injury. Improper treatment 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 just by looking at it."

Song Zining calmed down, held Qianye's hand, and then sent out a ray of force to explore the situation in Qianye's body. Sure enough, the force was flowing as usual, stable and solid, but there were new scars on a few internal organs. His expression relaxed, and this

I was relieved.

In fact, Qianye was relatively lucky. When he was disturbed at the end, he was running the Song Scroll. Therefore, the impact of losing control of the Force was equivalent to the forty-fifth round of the Tide of War. The injury was not serious. With his current physique,

, even if no medicine is used, it only takes one night to return to normal.

After the two returned to "Yunshentang", Song Zining was still not completely relieved after all, so he pressed Qianye into the body repair fluid and lay there for three hours. When Qianye woke up, all his injuries had healed, and he was still

It's just a short step away from breaking through to level nine, but advancement is only a matter of time and doesn't deserve too much attention.

Qianye put on his clothes and walked out of the quiet room. He saw Song Zining sitting in the courtyard, bathing in the afterglow of dusk, holding a cup of tea in his hand and meditating.

The cup of tea was already cold, and there was still a fallen leaf floating on the water, but Song Zining was completely unaware of it. He heard the door knock, drank the tea in the cup, then turned around and said with a smile: "Are you awake? How are you?

"

Qianye said: "It has fully recovered."

Song Zining stood up and held Qianye's hand, and then checked the flow of his Force power, and his smile became a little more real.

Qianye looked at Song Zining and suddenly asked: "Is there anything difficult to handle?"

Song Zining shook his head instinctively, then looked at Qianye's expression and smiled bitterly: "Is it obvious?"

Qianye laughed and said, "You just ate all the leaves. Is this how you practiced the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue?"

Song Zining was stunned, then suddenly realized, he turned the empty cup in his hand helplessly and sighed: "Why did you see all this? Well, actually it's not that big of a deal. Since I have no intention of becoming the leader of the clan, I should take the lead.
To be continued...