Douluo: My father, titled Douluo

Chapter 217

ten days later.

"Clap clap-"

The big red firecrackers exploded outside the Yang Mansion, and the crackling was like flying around.

People from Yang's mansion came out of the house, happily giving money to beggars on the road.

Yuan Linger and his party drank tea in the teahouse and observed the Pozhi clan by the way. Seeing such a scene, they couldn't help asking:

"Is this Chinese New Year?"

After reporting to the local city lord, they confirmed that the women who had lost their homes due to wolf robbery had been rescued, and then they left there, and then came to Wulong City of the Star Luo Empire, which was the place where the Pozhi clan lived and cultivated.

"Hey, what year is it? This is a feast for the Yang family to celebrate the death of their old enemy."

When someone saw Yuan Ling'er, his eyes lit up and he said flatteringly.

There are mostly people like this in the teahouse. They are from a well-to-do family and don’t need to work hard. If they have nothing to do, they go to the teahouse to set up a dragon team. They have the best news.

Yuan Ling'er nodded with a smile, the man seemed a little flattered.

This scene is not surprising, and Yuan Linger is not born with a dog licking aura, anyone who sees her will become her licking dog, it's just the nobleness of her temperament, family education and clothing.

Using Yuan to find the way of the previous life as an analogy,

You see a guy in plain clothes with a Buick, and you probably talk to him normally,

But if you see a person wearing a high-end suit, driving a red flag, and the license plate number is still 00001, you should always speak politely and lower yourself.

"However, I never thought that the Po Zhi Clan would hate Hao Tianzong so much." Yuan Ling'er put down the tea in her hand.

After the Broken Clan learned the news of the complete destruction of the Haotian School, the first thing they did was not to feel sad for the old superior, but to set off firecrackers in celebration, making it look like Chinese New Year.

And judging from the time when the Po Zhi Clan knew about it, it is estimated that the firecrackers have been set off for dozens of days in a row.

"..." Yuan Ling'er.

This is really a loss for the Broken Clan.

"Sister Linger, when shall we go in and visit?" Lu Wei asked excitedly.

"You go and have a look." Dugu Yan said with a smile, her injuries have basically healed in the past few days.

"Go and go."

Lu Wei raised his head and poured down a cup of tea, feeling like he had drank a bit of dead wine, smashed his mouth, slapped his ass, and left.

The Yang Mansion is very large, with a thick and tall courtyard wall exceeding four meters. There are two stone lions standing in front of the gate, and the two Yang family members are distributing money.

Seeing Lu Wei coming, the Yang family also smiled and threw the copper soul coins in Lu Wei's hands.

"..." Lu Wei.

The so-called people who reach out and don't hit smiling faces, let alone give you money?

Lu Wei received the copper soul coins and continued to look at the two Yang family members.

The two families were a little strange, but more or less out of goodwill, thinking that Lu Wei was too poor and wanted to get more money, so they gave Lu Wei some copper soul coins.

"..." Lu Wei.

Lu Wei couldn't keep his face anymore, so he had no choice but to bow his hands to the two Yang family members and said: "Today we are happy together, our sect is also the enemy of Haotianzong."

"Uh……"

This time it was the Yang family's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Brother, can I let the suzerain of my family visit your family head?" Lu Wei asked with a smile.

"No, see you as soon as you say, you think your suzerain is a titled Douluo." Yang Jiaerlang shook his head and said.

All cats and dogs can see the patriarch, so it doesn't mean that the patriarch will be annoyed to death every day.

"It's a coincidence!"

Yuan Ling'er also walked over cheerfully, looking at the two Yang family disciples kindly,
Road:
"I am the Sect Master of the Yuan Sect, and the elder of the Sect is my father."

The two disciples of the Yang family looked at each other, and felt that the little girl's vision was still too narrow.

"Little girl, maybe in your eyes, your father's wealth or the cultivation of the Soul Emperor is already great, but our patriarch is a strong Contra, and he doesn't look down on a small sect."

One of the disciples of the Yang family smiled kindly and tried to persuade him.

"My father is titled Dragon Emperor."

"..." Two Yang family disciples.

……

……

Yuan Linger and the others were welcomed into the house by the broken clan.

While walking, Yuan Ling'er thought about the information about Yang Wudi, and at the same time ran through the rhetoric during the negotiation in his mind.

All mainland soul masters know that Yang Wudi is headstrong and arrogant.

But his strength is the strongest among the patriarchs who belong to the four clans alone.

Apart from cultivation, Yang Wudi has only one hobby, and that is the medicine technique passed down by the Pozhi clan.

Yang Wudi has an almost fanatical interest in refining various medicines, and he will sleepless for days and nights because of refining medicines.

Therefore,
Drugs can be said to be Yang Wudi's only weakness.

When they arrived at the lobby, Yang Wudi was already waiting there. After all, she was the daughter of a titled Douluo, and a genius of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old soul king.

The definite next Title Douluo.

Yang Wudi hates Haotianzong, he also hates Wuhundian, and he has a strong temper, but this does not mean that he is a fool.

Yang Wudi is not alone, he has a whole family.

Back then, Wuhun Palace killed almost half of their family members. Of course they were angry, but the other half had to be kept.

Therefore,
Even if Yuan Ling'er wants to come to his house to show off his power today, he has to endure it.

Otherwise, Yuan Xunlu would hunt down their family until he died, and he, Yang Wudi, would not make trouble for himself.

Yuan Ling'er first saluted Yang Wudi to express his friendship, after all, today is to attract people, not to force them.

Yang Wudi silently observed Yuan Ling'er.

Compared with her father, Yuan Ling'er is much more dignified and majestic. She is naturally noble and has a friendly smile. She can't be simply described as beautiful, maybe she can be called the proud daughter of heaven?
Little angel?
but……

The children from this kind of family, under the influence of their ears and eyes, have long been as dark as Yuan Xunlu,
It's better to be careful yourself.

When Yang Wudi was observing Yuan Linger, Yuan Linger was also observing Yang Wudi.

This old man is slender, tall and slender, with black hair and a ruddy complexion—after all, he is from a pharmaceutical family, so the maintenance is good.
It's just that Yang Wudi's expression was a bit gloomy, especially the eyes of those vultures, which were extremely gloomy.

【If you want to convince him, it doesn't matter whether you use emotion or strength to convince him.We are people from Wuhundian, what kind of emotion can we use to impress Yang Wudi?You are only a Soul King cultivation base, what strength do you have to defeat a Contra of a poor clan?Only by starting with drugs can it be possible to bring Yang Wudi into submission. 】

Yuan Xunlu's words seemed to be in his ears.

"Today I'm here to visit Patriarch Yang, and I hope Patriarch Yang will accept the gift from my visit."

Yuan Ling'er was not in a hurry to solicit, but first gave the gift to Yang Wudi. She took out a lavender fairy grass from the wishful treasure bag.

"Ninth Grade Zizhi..."

Yang Wudi took the fairy grass. The top of the fairy grass was like a cover, the whole body was purple, and the bottom was an emerald-like stem with nine leaves.

"Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the vitality, increase the energy and strength, hiss... such a high quality is really rare." Yang Wudi obviously relaxed a lot, and even looked at Yuan Ling'er no longer so hostile.

"A small gift is not a tribute."

"You...hehe, if you have anything to say, just say it, the old man is not the kind of wordy person."

Yang Wudi put away the Ninth Grade Zizhi carefully, for fear that Yuan Ling'er would go back on his word...

of course,

Even if Yuan Ling'er repented, he, Yang Wudi, would never return the grass jelly to her.

After all the gifts are given away, how can the world have any reason to take back the gifts?
Yuan Ling'er stopped talking, and said directly, "I hope Patriarch Yang can join my sect."

"..." Yang Wudi.

You are too straight.

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