Among these three people, one of the men was actually at the Small Success Stage of Divine Concentration, while the other man and woman were at the Large Success Stage of Body Refinement.
It seemed that the longer the Martial God left, the more ancient martial arts experts there were.
However, Ye Fan didn't care who they were. In any case, they were just customers of the teahouse.
Fan Xian walked to the woman's side and smiled, "Ning'er, are you very busy?"
"I'm chatting with a few guests. Do you want to sit down and have a cup of tea? "I've already asked the kitchen to make your favorite food." Ning Zimo asked.
Since he didn't mind having an outsider around, he nodded and said, "Alright, it's been a long time since I drank the tea you brewed."
Seeing Ye Fan pull over a chair and sit down, Ning Xuemo pursed her lips into a smile and began to brew tea, "You really came today. This is this year's new single sprout, let me give it to you to try …"
The two men and one woman at the same table were surprised to see Ye Fan and Ning Zimo being so intimate.
As far as they knew, Ning Zimo's backer was very strong. It was said that she was the Sword God's woman, but there had never been any definite news.
They couldn't sense any cultivation from Ye Fan's body, so they naturally wouldn't connect Ye Fan with the Sword God.
In fact, there were many people who had heard of the name of the Sword God, but not many knew that the Sword God was called Ye Fan. As for those who had actually seen Ye Fan, they were pitifully few.
The key was that no one dared to take the risk of angering Ye Fan. They took Ye Fan's photo and went around telling others that the Sword God looked like this.
Just like the War God Ye Wuya back then. Although everyone knew about it, no one dared to reveal the War God's appearance.
Moreover, with Su Qingxue's Ghost Valley around, it wouldn't be easy for ordinary people to find out about Ye Fan.
"President Ning, who is this little brother to you?" One of them had short grey hair and wore a silver Tang suit. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
Ning Zimo already knew that someone would ask, but she didn't like to borrow Ye Fan's reputation to show off.
Moreover, there was no need to cause too much of a commotion, so she smiled faintly and said, "He is my boyfriend, he came to see me."
At the same time, Ning Zimo also introduced these three people to Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, the three of them are the upper echelons of the newly established Ancient Martial Arts Association of China. They are responsible for coordinating and uniting the ancient martial artists of China.
The president is the grandmaster of the northern Hong Quan, Cai Zhenguo. The two vice presidents are Emei Sect's Zhou Qingxia and Eight Trigrams School's Liu Shengzhai. "
Ye Fan smiled and nodded. During the revival of the ancient martial arts, he felt that it was normal for such an association to appear.
The three of them still had some strength. They represented relatively large martial arts schools and sects, but they were not at the level of the four great sects. Therefore, they were more interested in the power of the secular world.
"Oh? President Ning's boyfriend? " Zhou Qingxia, who looked to be in her forties and was wearing an embroidered coat, smiled and asked, "I've always heard that President Ning has a deep relationship with the Sword God. Could it be that this young man is the Sword God who shakes the world?"
Ning Zimo turned her head to look at Ye Fan, asking for his opinion.
Ye Fan smiled. He wasn't interested in pretending not to be. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not sure if I'm the one who shakes the world, but I should be the person you're talking about."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three upper echelons of the association were all stunned.
After a dozen seconds, the three of them burst out laughing.
"This little brother is really funny. We almost believed him!" It's as if it's true! "Liu Shengzhai shook his head and smiled.
"Young man, you have never practiced inner force, but you should at least ask President Ning. We ancient martial artists can feel each other's cultivation aura."
Even if he met an expert and couldn't determine how strong he was, he wouldn't be unable to sense any of his cultivation!
You say you're the Sword God? Then wouldn't the three of us old fellows be able to call ourselves the War God? "Haha …" Cai Zhenguo spread out his hands and said.
Ning Zimo lowered her head and chuckled, looking at the man in ridicule.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, helplessly smiled bitterly. This time, he had been laughed at by a woman. He admitted it, but the other party still thought that he was fake?
However, Ye Fan didn't care and continued to drink his tea.
When the three old men saw Ning Zimo laughing, they thought that she was also laughing at Ye Fan for overestimating himself. He even dared to recognize the name of the Sword God.
Zhou Qingxia looked at Ning Zimo with a smile and said, "Looks like the rumors are fake. I knew it, if President Ning was the Sword God's girlfriend, why would she still be here with us, drinking tea and chatting?"
Ning Zimo was curious and asked, "Sect Leader Zhou, why do you say that? Whether I'm the Sword God's woman or not, does it have anything to do with opening a teahouse?
"Sigh, how could it be unrelated? Who was the Sword God? He was a peerless expert!
First, one man and one sword had conquered one of the Four Great Clans, the Xuanming Clan!
It was also the battle of the Imperial Mausoleum. Riding a golden flying dragon, he forcefully suppressed the powerful clan alliance!
Such a god-like figure, how could the women by his side easily appear in front of us mortals? How could they make tea for us and chat with us? "The Sect Leader of Liu Shengzhai said solemnly.
Fan Xian couldn't help but suck in a breath of air and frown, "What?" Gluttonous snake … How did it become a golden flying dragon? I didn't go to the Imperial Mausoleum either … "
The three old men were stunned. Cai Zhenguo frowned and said, "Young man, you can't be still pretending to be the Sword God, right?
Since you didn't go to the Imperial Mausoleum, then don't spout nonsense here … What snake? How could the alliance of the clans be suppressed by a single snake?
Fan Xian was baffled and couldn't help but look at Ning Zimo.
Ning Zimo was also speechless. She whispered, "That's what's going on outside. It seems like the news came from the clan first …" leaf
Fan Xian thought about it carefully and immediately understood …
If the ancestors of the clan alliance were to be found out, they would be suppressed by a single snake, and the Sword God didn't even bother with them. That would be too embarrassing!
Therefore, rather than letting the truth be known by the world, it would be better to create a rumor that the Sword God was riding a dragon, which was why the alliance of clans was disintegrated.
This had indeed saved some face for the clan alliance, but it had also made Ye Fan a legend!
The three old men were quite disdainful of Ye Fan's "presumption". They couldn't understand why Ning Zimo would fall for such a man.
They no longer paid any attention to Ye Fan. Cai Zhenguo continued to ask Ning Zimo, "President Ning, we really hope that the Purple Bamboo Forest can participate as a partner in the convention.
President Ning is definitely qualified to be a judge. After all, you are so young and so outstanding. You are a role model for young martial artists. "
"Elder Cai, thank you for thinking highly of us, but our Purple Bamboo Forest is an underground gang after all. There is no need for us to show our faces and stir up trouble.
I just want to operate steadily, do my business, and earn more money for the brothers of the gang. "I won't get involved in the matters of the ancient martial arts world." I won't get involved. "Ning Zimo tactfully declined.
"President Ning... In the future, how could there be an underground gang? As long as you participate in this convention, we can definitely use this opportunity to turn the Purple Bamboo Forest into a righteous gang. Isn't this a good thing for your gang members? "Zhou Qingxia advised.
She couldn't help but look at Ye Fan and ask, "Ye Fan …" Do you have any suggestions? "
"Me?" Ye Fan was confused. He drank a mouthful of tea and asked, "I don't even know what you guys are talking about. What's wrong?"
Ning Zimo explained, "It's like this. The Ancient Martial Association plans to hold the first 'World Martial Competition', allowing ancient warriors from all over the world to participate in it.
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