Suo Wenhong soon discovered that the person who came was not Wang Qi. Although the other party was a large group of people, they were basically practicing Qi, and there was no real Modern Dharma Cultivator at all.
Suo Wenhong frowned. He really didn't understand why there were a lot of "Shenjing Ancient Method Cultivator" appearing here. He looked at Ran Yingwei. Although Ran Yingwei is True Disciple from the Misty Palace, he was born in Shenjing, and his ancestor was once a marquis. He is an out-and-out nobleman. It was he who set the scene today.
Ran Yingwei's face doesn't look good either. These fellow students of the Myriad Dharma Sect who rented Xianglong Camp's training ground followed his path. As a result, there are idle people coming in now, which means they are openly fighting against him.
Is someone in the family specifically targeting me? Because I am Modern Dharma Cultivator, you don't treat me as one of your own?
Although he remained calm on the surface, the silver butterflies surrounding him flapped their wings quickly, showing his inner fluctuations. He took out the Lineage token hanging around his waist and shouted loudly, "Xinghua Ran Family is in use here, no one can enter!"
In this retirement place that is equivalent to a no-care zone, it is even easier to report the name Lineage than to report the name Misty Palace - although outside of Shenjing, even the common people do not care much about the title.
The crowd became restless. "The Ran family? Is there such a person?" "I obviously know everyone in the Ran family..." "It's not just some slave who takes advantage of others..."
The other party's comments were quite rude, and the silver butterflies behind Ran Yingwei began to gather. This meant that he was considering whether to beat these guys up.
"I've been away from home for several years, but 'hometown people' are still so annoying..."
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a handsome man walked out. He was graceful and noble, with extraordinary bearing. He was obviously a man of noble birth. He hesitated and asked, "Are you... Ran Laosan?"
"|Ran Laosan" is what people who are close to him call him. Ran Yingwei felt the domineering aura of this person and recognized it as the royal family's mental method Dragon Elephant Fetal Heart Technique. Combined with his own memory, Ran Yingwei then remembered the other person's identity. "Seventh Prince?"
"Ran San, Ran San, I heard that you went to the Misty Palace to seek enlightenment. You went there for several years and didn't even look at your old friends when you came back." Seventh Prince Wen Huang took Ran Yingwei's hand affectionately. "Don't tell me that you have become rich, have you forgotten your old friends?"
Ran Yingwei was a little embarrassed. After seeing the vastness of the avenue in the fairy courtyard, he realized his own insignificance. His aspirations and interests were very different from those of his old friends in Shenjing. He had almost forgotten about each other. But now that we have met, there is always a sense of intimacy. He said sheepishly, "I came here with a few of the Myriad Dharma Sect's comrades..."
Wen Huang's eyes lit up. "Do you want to perform?"
"No, there is a disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect who makes arrogant remarks. These guys want to teach each other a lesson..."
Wen Huang immediately greeted him enthusiastically, "These must be the students of the Myriad Dharma Sect, right? Some of them are far away, and some are far away!"
Suo Wenhong gave a symbolic gift in return. He didn't like this guy very much, especially when he named Ran Yingwei's identity in the first sentence. It seemed to be to restrain the people behind him, fearing that they would conflict with him. This made Suo Wenhong feel that the other party was a bit hypocritical.
After asking what was going on, Wen Huang said generously, "Since you guys want to use this place, I won't take it away from you. However, you guys shouldn't object to me staying to watch the battle, right?"
Ran Yingwei sighed on the side. He knew very well that if Seventh Prince hadn't known about the affiliation between Shenjing and Xianmeng, this matter might not have been solved so easily.
Seventh Prince wanted to stay and watch the fight, but the princes who followed behind him were not so interested. A few of the more powerful Lineages directly said that they had something to do and left. Seventh Prince insisted on waiting. In the end, more than half of the people left, and only Seventh Prince and a few of his guards stayed. At an angle where no one was paying attention, the prince quietly showed some defensive moves to the guards.
Suo Wenhong whispered to his junior brother, "Don't be affected by these guys, stay calm and be prepared."
But even though it was three o'clock in the morning, they still didn't wait for anyone.
Seventh Prince wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Isn't that guy scared?"
Suo Wenhong sneered, "It's probably a trick of 'getting all the energy in one go, then weakening again, and then exhausting three times'. He probably thought that this would flatten our morale and give us more chances to win, right? Ridiculous?"
At noon, the sun had just set from its highest point. There were palace guests serving lunch to Seventh Prince, and other servants holding umbrellas and setting up tables and chairs for Seventh Prince. The disciples of the Myriad Dharma Sect had never expected that Wang Qi would be so shameless, and were greatly disappointed.
What they didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.
The sun sets in the west, dyeing the sky crimson.
Myriad Dharma Sect Everyone no longer cares about the differences. They all sit on the tables and chairs prepared by Seventh Prince. Those who are better at cultivating qi are doing math problems or reading books, while those who are not so good just lie down on the table.
Suo Wenhong was about to explode with anger. He said angrily, "Why doesn't this kid come?"
Seventh Prince also looked ugly. He wasted a day meditating. Unlike the standard Modern Dharma Cultivator worry about Law Power growing too fast, he still needs to meditate and practice for a long time..Ran Yingwei Seeing Wen Huang's expression, he immediately felt that he had lost the face of the Five Excellences faction in front of these people, and sneered, "Birds of a feather flock together... He is indeed a villain."
A Myriad Dharma Sect disciple couldn't stand the wait any longer, so he stood up and said, "Brother, I'm going to see if that kid is here." After saying that, he unfolded Movement Method without waiting for Suo Wenhong's reply.
However, he had just had a cup of tea when people heard him shouting angrily, "You bastard! How can you..."
Suo Wenhong and Ran Yingwei know that Wang Qi is surrounded by at least two Foundation Establishment Realm's Five Excellences True Disciple, fearing that his junior brother would suffer a loss, followed up in the computer room. Unexpectedly, the scene they saw made them furious. Wang Qi and Chen Youjia were walking one behind the other, both holding a bunch of candied haws of sugar in their hands. Chen Feng followed behind and muttered, "I said you..."
Suo Wenhong couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, "Wang Qi, you are so despicable!"
Wang Qi was scolded inexplicably and was a little confused. He bit off the last hawthorn, swallowed it and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"You actually arrived a day late just to defeat your opponent... You are so shameless!"
Wang Qi scratched his face. "I thought this was the time you were talking about."
"Ah?"
"When you wrote the challenge, you only said 'seven days later', but you didn't mention the specific time, and you didn't send anyone to notify me. I thought it was just as I decided." Wang Qi said very sincerely, and even took out the challenge to prove it. "Here, 'in seven days, I will fight you in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing to respect your way.' I decided to finish what I should do today before coming back."
Chen Youjia bit the candied haws of sugar haws. "So, don't be too old-fashioned when it comes to transactional documents."