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Nine Dragons Manor can be said to be one of the most luxurious manors in Jiangsu Province.

There is a row of nine-dragon pillars at the gate of the manor, each pillar is carved with vivid dragons, hence the name of the nine-dragon manor.

In the real dragon hall of the manor, there is a Kowloon golden chair in the highest position, which is said to be the dragon chair of a certain emperor in the Qing Dynasty.

In the 70s, Zhu Hechun's grandfather spent 2000 million yuan to buy this Kowloon Golden Chair, which has been handed down to Zhu Hechun.

Usually, Zhu Hechun treasured the Nine Dragons Golden Chair in an underground treasure house. Even his wife and son wanted to see it, but Zhu Hechun ruthlessly refused.

But today, Zhu Hechun moved out the Nine Dragons Golden Chair just because the unattainable Mr. Yang Fan came.

In Zhu Hechun's view, Master Yang Fan, an ancient martial artist who can only be looked up to, is more noble than the emperor.

Yang Fan unceremoniously sat on the Kowloon Golden Chair, looking down at the world like a king.

The heads and elders of the major martial arts sects sat on the golden nanmu chairs on both sides.

"Little Zhu Hechun, pay my respects to Mr. Yang Fan."

"Long live Yang Fan, long live, long live!"

Although he is the owner of the manor, Zhu Hechun still has some self-knowledge. He is the most humble of all the people present, at least for now.

So Zhu Hechun was the last to walk in.

After he came in, he followed the example of the costume drama and knelt down to Yang Fan, shouting long live.

"Ha ha……"

Sure enough, a smile appeared on Yang Fan's face, "Zhu Hechun, I really like you."

"Ai Qing, please forgive me!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan waved his hand, releasing a gentle inner force.

Zhu Hechun's eyes widened, and he felt his body being lifted up by an invisible force.

"This this!"

For a while, Zhu Hechun was so excited that he couldn't speak.

These methods are like living gods.

Afterwards, he noticed countless envious and jealous eyes looking at him.

The heads and elders of the major martial arts sects felt a little regretful, how could they be so stupid, not as smart as a secular businessman.

I knew this earlier, and I knelt down and shouted long live before.

Sending so many medicinal materials, ores and other treasures by yourself is not as effective as the fat man kneeling down.

You must know that when Master Yang received their presents, he didn't even glance at them, and his face was expressionless.

Hey!

Being watched by so many experts in the martial arts world, Zhu Hechun secretly felt complacent.

If it was before, he would probably be scared to pee, but now there is nothing to be afraid of, we are covered by Immortal Yang!
"Zhu Hechun, what happened to your face?"

After Zhu Hechun stood up, Yang Fan frowned and asked a question.

Before meeting Yang Fan, Zhu Hechun applied the wound medicine and put on heavy makeup.

But even so, he still couldn't hide his swollen cheeks and his leaky mouth.

After listening to Yang Fan's question, Zhu Hechun's heart skipped a beat at first. Could it be that Yang Shenxian thinks his image is ugly.

Then he secretly looked up at Yang Fan, and seeing that Yang Fan didn't look disgusted with him, he knelt down on the ground again with a plop.

"Master Yang, Master Yang, I beg you to make the decision for the little one!"

Then Zhu Hechun recounted what had happened, emphasizing it.

Yang Fan, who was sitting high on the golden chair in Kowloon, looked gloomy.

Sensing that Yang Fan's face was a bit ugly, the heads and elders all stood up, not daring to sit any longer.

After a while, Yang Fan's tone was cold: "This guy Xu Qing is extremely arrogant and has done a lot of evil. First he killed my subordinates, and later he destroyed a property of Tianyingmen."

"As the number one disciple under the head of the Sky Eagle Sect, I can no longer stand by and watch. I came to Jiangchuan, Jiangsu Province this trip to get rid of the scourge of Xu Qing."

"I want to cut off his head and bring it back to the master, who is my master!"

Zhu Hechun was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on Fat Pig's face.

It really didn't take a lot of effort to find a place without breaking through the iron shoes. I didn't expect that Yang Shenxian came this time to kill Xu Qing, that bastard.

"Xu Qing killed the heads of the five major sects to harm the martial arts. Master Yang is doing harm to the martial arts world!"

"That's right, the little Xu Qing still dares to call Master Xu falsely, Master Yang can crush him to death at will!"

"Master Yang, if you can kill this villain, you will surely leave your name in history!"

……

The heads and elders of this group of martial arts sects hurriedly stalked and flattered their horses.

In their opinion, Xu Qing is very powerful, and even mastered the power of ancient martial arts that surpasses martial arts.

But compared with Master Yang Fan who came from Tianying Sect, then Xu Qing is a scum, and what he masters is only a little bit of ancient martial arts.

Some heads flattered with a smile on their faces, but at this time their intestines were full of regret.

It turns out that Master Yang is the eldest disciple of the head of the Skyhawk Sect. If he had known about it, he would have brought more gifts, even if it took away the resources of the sect.

They all know the disciples in a sect, and they are divided into several levels.

The lowest is the outer disciples, then the inner disciples, and above the inner disciples there are the supreme direct disciples.

But even the direct disciples are subdivided, just like the direct disciples under the elder seat, far less than the direct disciples under the head of the sect.

Master Yang Fan is not only a direct disciple, but also the first direct disciple under the head of the Tianying Sect. This status is incredible.

Mr. Yang Fan looks like he is only in his 20s, he is still young, and his future is bright and limitless.

More than ten or twenty years later, Master Yang Fan must be a high-level powerhouse of the Skyhawk Sect, and is even very likely to be the next head!
A person who has the potential to become the head of the ancient martial arts sect is worth their fortune to curry favor with.

"enough!"

There was too much flattery, and I was upset to hear it. As soon as Yang Fan said the words, the whole hall fell silent.

Then Yang Fan said to Zhu Hechun: "Zhu Hechun, send someone to spread the word now, let Xu Qing roll over and die within three days!"

"Little obedience."

Zhu Hechun immediately took orders to leave.

"Okay, you all go back first."

After Zhu Hechun left, Yang Fan waved his hand.

"Long live Yang Zun, long live, long live!"

"Little farewell!"

This time, the heads and elders of these martial arts sects all learned it, knelt down and shouted long live before leaving.

They didn't know that a sneer appeared on Yang Fan's face.

What kind of bullshit Zhu Hechun, what kind of martial arts master, are all lowly ants.

It's ridiculous that the ants also want to curry favor with the Lord.

After the Lord finishes using you, if you are in a good mood, you will be kicked away, and if you are in a bad mood, you will be trampled to death!
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Suzhou Province, Beihai City.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, Xu Qing took Anya back to the villa where she lived.

After a day of shopping, Anya was really tired, so she went back to the bedroom to rest after washing up.

Xu Qing felt a little hungry, and planned to see if there was anything to eat in the refrigerator.

But at this moment, his phone rang, and it was Yu Ziqing calling.

"Sister Ziqing, you miss me so soon?" After answering the phone, Xu Qing let out a smirk.

Unexpectedly, Yu Ziqing's tone was a bit dignified: "Xu Qing, big trouble is coming!"

"My people are waiting for you downstairs in the car. Come to my manor quickly."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Xu Qing knew that Yu Ziqing said that he was in big trouble, so it must be no small matter.