The reception hall on the first floor was empty.
On the two rows of shabby sofas, there was only a young man in a small suit with leopard print. He crossed his legs and held a glass of red wine, leisurely humming a tune and watching what was happening in front of the guest house.
When Wang Zhe flew in, the young man politely raised the glass in his hand to Wang Zhe and nodded with a smile.
After seeing him, Wang Zhe's eyes narrowed. When he was outside the door, he didn't notice that there was such an abnormal existence in the hall.
He couldn't help cursing in his heart, "Another old man who likes to pretend to be young."
This man gave Wang Zhe the same feeling as Grandmaster Huanan gave Wang Zhe: powerful, deep, and endless vicissitudes and loneliness in his eyes.
No matter how young he looked, it couldn't hide the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.
"This guy is at least a ninth level Martial Arts Grandmaster. It seems that he should be the leading teacher of the Qingshan Martial Arts School."
Wang Zhe guessed.
When a young general went out, how could there not be an experienced general by his side? What if he encountered those shameless teachers who directly attacked these treasures of the Qingshan Martial Arts School? There had to be someone who could suppress the situation.
Wang Zhe felt lucky. Fortunately, his character was still strong, and he didn't have the habit of bullying the weak. Otherwise, if he couldn't help but teach those boys a lesson, he would probably be kneeling now.
As for the matter of him deliberately sticking brick dust on the soles of his shoes to tease those students, Wang Zhe naturally ignored it. It was just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.
Didn't he see that the other party raised his glass to him? Obviously, he didn't care.
As a Grandmaster, he had to be magnanimous.
"Little brother, since you have nothing to do, why don't you come over and join us?"
Hearing the call of this grandmaster, Wang Zhe hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over.
Soldier to soldier, general to general. After safely sending the students to the door of Dai Xing's guest house, the rest basically had nothing to do with him as the leading teacher. He just needed to watch the show on the side.
This was not the wilderness, nor was it a training ground filled with all kinds of demon beasts. There was no need to worry about the safety of these children.
Due to the presence of the House of Guardians' Supervisor, no student had the opportunity or ability to kill another student under the supervision of the Supervisor.
"Greetings, senior." Wang Zhe stepped forward and cupped his hands to greet the teacher. At the same time, he asked, "May I know your name?"
"Ren Qingzhi." The leopard print master leaned back, looked up at Wang Zhe, and introduced himself. "Young man, you're not bad. You've reached the Master Realm at such a young age. You're amazing."
Wang Zhe replied humbly, "I was just lucky. I can't compare to Senior Ren's vast experience and profound cultivation."
"Senior or whatever, you're too polite." Ren Qingzhi waved his hand discontentedly and said straightforwardly, "Call me brother, it makes me sound younger."
The corner of Wang Zhe's mouth twitched. When he was in West Chu City, Grandmaster Huanan liked to pretend to be young, but he never forced others to call him brother. Wang Zhe didn't expect that it would be an eye-opener here.
Why did these old monsters with higher cultivation like to pretend to be young so much? Each of them pretended to be young like a flower. They were even more showy than the young people now.
"Brother!"
The next second, Wang Zhe directly called out without any hesitation. Well, he seemed to be very familiar with the business. There was nothing strange or awkward about it.
"Hahaha, good. Brother likes young people like you. Smart and practical. You're much cuter than that old bastard Zhu Huanan!"
Wang Zhe raised his eyebrows and directly sat down beside Ren Qingzhi. He asked curiously, "What? Does Brother Ren know our old headmaster?"
"Not only do we know each other, but we were sworn brothers in the past."
Ren Qingzhi recalled in a friendly manner, "I'm two years older than that boy. When we meet, he has to call me brother. So, you won't lose out by calling me brother. You'll be in the same generation as your old headmaster. "
Wang Zhe was shocked.
He was two years older than Grandmaster Huanan. Wasn't this old man over one hundred and sixty years old?
Sure enough, he was also an old bastard.
"Brother Huanan, you've picked up a treasure. You have such a young and promising Grandmaster under you. It's really enviable." Ren Qingzhi carefully looked at Wang Zhe for a while and said, "A twenty-six-year-old martial arts Grandmaster. Even in the whole Federation government, it's rare to see one."
"However, it's a pity to stay in a small city like West Chu City. Why don't you come to the Guardian's Mansion? Our Qingshan Martial Arts School just happens to be lacking a grade director. I think you're very suitable. Do you want to consider it?"
Wang Zhe was stunned.
He couldn't react for a while.
Just now, he said that he and Grandmaster Huanan were sworn brothers. In the end, he began to poach his own brother. Was this really good?
Why did he feel that this Ren Qingzhi was a little unreliable?
"Brother Ren, you're too kind. But I don't have any plans to leave West Chu City for the time being. I can only let you down."
Wang Zhe tactfully declined. He had received a lot of favors from Grandmaster Huanan over the years. How could he easily leave because of a little favor?
Moreover, a mere grade director wanted to bribe him. He was looking down on him too much. He should at least give up the position of principal to show his sincerity!
"Then it's really a pity." Ren Qingzhi gently nodded and didn't continue to recruit him. It was as if he was just casually asking.
This wasn't strange. With the current strength of their Qingshan Martial Arts School, a young Grandmaster like Wang Zhe could enter his eyes. But in the end, he was only a second level Grandmaster. He wasn't the best in the Qingshan Martial Arts School, so he couldn't shamelessly force him to stay.
Wang Zhe instantly felt a little disappointed. If you had said a few more words, although I still wouldn't have agreed, at least I would have felt better in my heart.
Ren Qingzhi once again looked at the door of the guest house and whispered to Wang Zhe, "This year's graduates from Huanan Martial Arts School don't seem to be very good. The highest cultivation level is only a fourth level Martial Master. Oh, there's also a fifth level Martial Disciple. Eh?"
Ren Qingzhi's gaze sized up An Sheng's body. He said in a puzzled voice, "This is really strange. How can this little fatty's spiritual fluctuations be so clean? Could he be wearing some kind of spirit concealing treasure?"
Ren Qingzhi quickly noticed something strange about An Sheng's body. He actually didn't sense any spiritual fluctuations that a normal person should have on An Sheng's body.
This was almost impossible. For a normal person, as long as they were still alive and their brain was still functioning, even if they were an idiot or a lunatic, their spiritual fluctuations wouldn't be so quiet.
But An Sheng's spiritual state was like a pool of stagnant water. It was extremely abnormal.
"This little fatty can participate in the annual Challenge Tournament of the House of Guardians with his cultivation level below that of a Martial Master. There must be something unusual about him." Ren Qingzhi suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Zhe.
"You guys are deliberately concealing his spiritual fluctuations like this. It's obviously a little too obvious. He can't be a Spirit Reader Master, right?"
Wang Zhe's heart skipped a beat. He smiled bitterly and didn't deny it. "Brother Ren, you have sharp eyes. I knew this little trick wouldn't be able to fool an experienced old … handsome guy like you!"
As soon as the word "handsome guy" came out, Ren Qingzhi, who had been a little gloomy because of the word "old," was instantly filled with sunshine. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his thirty-seven hairstyle and look up at Wang Zhe with great satisfaction.
"You little guy, why are you blindly speaking the truth? Although Brother Ren is indeed a little too handsome, it's not very good for you to say it so bluntly. Remember, keep these words in your heart in the future. "
Wang Zhe didn't have the strength to retort.
He was really narcissistic.
He couldn't figure it out. In front of an absolute handsome guy like Wang Zhe, who was 360 degrees without any blind spots, how could Ren Qingzhi mistakenly think that he was also a handsome guy?
Did he have some misunderstanding about the word "handsome"?
"Spirit Reader Master." Ren Qingzhi sighed softly. "It's hard to find one in a million. Our Qingshan Martial Arts School has only recruited a dozen in all these years. Most of them are some level one spirit readers. Especially this year's first grade, there are only three level three spirit readers. It's really rare."
"Since this little fatty was able to qualify for this Challenge Tournament, and you guys used a secret treasure to conceal his aura, his spiritual power cultivation must be at least level three or level four, right?"
Ren Qingzhi blinked his eyes and looked at Wang Zhe innocently like a curious baby.
Wang Zhe's mouth twitched. He suddenly regretted coming to join in the fun. This unscrupulous master was obviously showing off his superiority in front of him.
There were three Level 3 Spirit Reader Masters in the graduating class of Year 3. How could this be considered rare? This was simply overflowing with wealth, wasn't it?
Wang Zhe naturally knew what level An Sheng was at. At his age, being able to cultivate his spiritual power to the level of level two spirit readers was already amazing enough. He didn't expect Qingshan Martial Arts School to have three level three spirit readers. It was completely incomparable.
Wang Zhe suddenly turned his head to look at the six Qingshan students blocking the door. He was suspicious. Was there a level three spirit reader hidden among these six people?
If that was the case, wouldn't Yang Fan and the others all be finished?
In Wang Zhe's impression, his little cousin Yang Fan seems to be only a level three Spirit Reader Master. Originally, he wanted to use him as a trump card. He won't be defeated here, right?
Wang Zhe was a little worried because at this time, he had already seen that Yang Fan and the people of Qingshan Martial Arts School had a conflict and were fighting. The level five martial artist with the lowest cultivation was like an arrow leaving the bow, attacking Yang Fan's vital part in the chest.
"Enough!"
"I've said it before. You're no match for me. Hurry up and back down!"
Yang Fan suddenly shouted in a very pretentious manner. Then, something happened that made Wang Zhe and Ren Qingzhi's jaws drop.
The level five martial artist from Qingshan Martial Arts School actually obediently listened to Yang Fan's words and shouted for help. He slipped back into the group with his head covered in dust.
What's going on?
Wang Zhe was a little confused. Was it a spiritual attack? It didn't seem like it. He didn't feel any obvious spiritual fluctuations at all. On the contrary, the martial intent that was suddenly emitted from Yang Fan's body made him feel a little apprehensive.
It seemed a little different!
Compared to other people's martial intent, Yang Fan's martial intent seemed to be more tenacious, fierce, and imposing.
Could it be that he only relied on this unique martial intent to forcibly destroy the confidence of a level five martial artist and make him collapse and flee?
Then, when he saw Yao Chengbin's martial aura rapidly weakening and decreasing, Wang Zhe was even more certain of his guess.
That was a sign that one's confidence in martial arts had crumbled. That was right. His little cousin was actually so awesome that in a head-on clash of martial wills, he had forcefully defeated a cultivator whose martial cultivation was one level higher than his.
Awesome!
He was too awesome!
Ren Qingzhi put down his crossed legs and the smile on his face disappeared. He suddenly sat up straight and his eyes swept over Yang Fan's face like lightning.
When he saw Yang Fan's body suddenly emit a formless aura that enveloped Zhong Dashan and the others, Ren Qingzhi couldn't hold back the shock in his heart. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and cried out involuntarily:
"This is the embryonic form of a domain!"
"Only martial artists at the Grandmaster level can comprehend and manifest a domain of will. How could a mere level four martial artist like him have it in advance?!"
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