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"Thank you for your advice, but I still hope to go all out!"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Pojun looked at Yuluo Mian firmly, then stood up and said lightly: "When mentioning the word youth, it should be compared with mediocrity. As a descendant of the Po clan, I will not shrink back. I won’t run away just because the road ahead is full of thorns, I believe Er Longjie thinks so too!”

After speaking, he turned around with a slight smile on his lips. Yu Luomian's analysis was reasonable, but Yang Pojun had his own ideas.

In the original work, Tang San relied on Dugu Bo, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi to escape the attack from the Spirit Hall.

The biggest difference between me and Tang San is that I will make reasonable use of everything to ensure my own safety.

The first, of course, is the spring water of the Ice and Fire Eyes.

Secondly, that was Xue Qinghe. He didn’t believe that the people from Wuhun Palace would dare to kill Qian Renxue.

With Qian Renxue as a shield, this journey can be said to be absolutely safe.

When it’s time to be vulgar, be vulgar; when it’s time to be extravagant, you must be extravagant.

What's more, after this Soul Master Competition, he will go to the Killing City. Even if everything goes well, it will be a few years before he comes out.

If you don’t waste time now, what are you waiting for?

"Hey... your personality is really a perfect match for Erlong. That's all. Let you go. Since you have already decided, I will no longer persuade you. I can only try to ensure your safety as much as possible." Youyou Sighing, Yu Luomian looked at Yang Pojun, but there was unhidden appreciation in his eyes.

"Also, I saw Erlong this morning and found that she was very haggard...Young man, please be careful..."

Hearing Yu Luomian's last words, the smile on Yang Pojun's face suddenly solidified, then froze, and he stayed in place, like a stone sculpture, weathering inch by inch in the wind!

Temperance... Temperance... Yang Pojun felt that his head was buzzing, his face was on fire, and he wanted to roll on the ground in shame.

Yang Pojun's face turned red, his mouth twitched, his head lowered in embarrassment, and his feet dug into the ground unconsciously.

I asked how the little aunt told herself not to talk nonsense just now... His father saw through his feelings... It was so embarrassing, so embarrassing... He was roaring in his heart, and Yang Pojun wished he could find a place to hide. Get in there...

Without looking back, he could imagine the joking smile on Yu Luo Mian's face now!

Silently covering his face, with endless shame and embarrassment, Yang Pojun just wanted to leave this place that made people increasingly ashamed and angry. He walked faster and faster, and suddenly started running wildly, his back was panicked, as if behind him A terrible beast is chasing you.

After a while, he stopped by a big tree. Yang Pojun tapped the tree with his head and cursed:

“It’s so embarrassing.

"It's so embarrassing..."

After a while, after soothing the goosebumps in his heart, Yang Pojun walked back in a familiar way.

He definitely did it on purpose!

This bad old man is very bad...

"Eh...Brother Yang? So you are here?" Xue Qinghe looked surprised as he looked at Yang Pojun, who was coming towards him with a red face.

"Uh...Brother Xue...cough...cough...what a coincidence!" The corners of his mouth twitched and he forced himself to put on an awkward yet polite smile. Yang Pojun glanced at Xue Qinghe with a stern look.

"Haha, no luck, no luck, I'm looking for you!"

Without further questioning, Xue Qinghe's expression suddenly became respectful: "Brother Yang, this is my teacher and the sect leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect. Ning Fengzhi is known as the number one auxiliary soul master in the mainland, sect leader Ning!"

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"Sect Master Ning? It's true that being famous is worse than meeting him!" Looking at the handsome Ning Fengzhi next to Xue Qinghe, Yang Pojun bowed and saluted.

"Haha, there's no need to be polite. I've heard Rongrong mention you a long time ago, but I've been there a few times, but I haven't had the opportunity to meet you. Heroes come from young, and there is someone to succeed Yang Sect Leader!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes sparkled with curiosity. With a smile in his eyes, he looked Yang Pojun up and down.

"If anyone can win the final championship in this Soul Master Competition, I think besides Wuhun Palace, Lanba Academy led by Brother Yang is the most promising!" Xue Qinghe straightened his back and looked at it with twinkling eyes. Look at Yang Pojun.

Ha... I think you are eager to embarrass your mother, right?

Yang Pojun smiled flatly and said casually: "Where is it? It is said that the lineup of Wuhun Palace this time is unprecedented. Not only does it have three soul kings known as the golden generation, but the rest are all in the soul sect realm. We Lan Ba The academy is far behind!”

"Haha, Brother Yang, there is no need to be modest. The golden generation is far worse than Brother Yang!" Looking at Yang Pojun with a smile, Xue Qinghe was looking forward to his performance now.

Golden generation?

Hum hum, my good sister, I really want to see your expression when those geniuses you have carefully cultivated are defeated!

Shaking his head, Yang Pojun stopped arguing with him, "Brother Xue said he wanted to see me, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's not that I'm looking for you, it's that the teacher wants to meet you, a young hero!" After saying that, he nodded to Yang Pojun: "The teacher has something to say to you alone, so I won't bother you. I'll meet you another day. Let’s talk again when the time comes!”

Ning Fengzhi is looking for me?

Watching Xue Qinghe leave, Yang Pojun looked back at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who was dressed in white and shengxue behind him: "Sect Master Ning, are you looking for me?"

Nodding, Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly: "Speaking of which, I have met Patriarch Yang several times, and we can be considered old friends. There is no need to meet outsiders, just call me uncle."

"Well, Uncle Ning, are you looking for me?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed and said: "Actually, it's nothing special. I just want to remind you that because the main Wuhun Palace in Tiandou City was destroyed, the Wuhun Palace has been moving more frequently recently. If you encounter any trouble, you can Come to me for help." Ning Fengzhi's words were very plain, but as the leader of a sect, this was equivalent to his promise to Yang Pojun.

Why did Ning Fengzhi say this if he has nothing to do to show his courtesy... A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and Yang Pojun bowed deeply to Ning Fengzhi: "Thank you very much, Uncle Ning!"

"You're welcome. You are the grandson of Patriarch Yang and also my junior. Although you have left the Haotian Sect, your love is still there. This is what I should do!" Ning Fengzhi looked at Yang Pojun with a smile. There was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Although he had doubts, Yang Pojun accepted Ning Fengzhi's overtures. After all, with Ning Fengzhi's words, he had another guarantee.

After chatting for a while, Yang Pojun said goodbye and left!

"Uncle Jian, how are you doing?"

Watching Yang Pojun leave, Ning Fengzhi turned back and glanced at Sword Douluo who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Excellent talent, a rare talent!" Huo Ran opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed away, Sword Douluo commented: "The soul power faintly emanating from him, I guess, his soul power is about It’s already close to the realm of the Soul Emperor!”

"Hiss... Soul Emperor..." The smile on his face gradually solidified, and Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

"To be able to achieve such a level of cultivation at this age, even the original Tang Hao pales in comparison to him!" Without any expression on his face, Sword Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi meaningfully: "If he can grow up smoothly Get up and your future achievements will be limitless!"

"Huh... no wonder Rongrong always mentions him in my ears. It's just a pity. I heard that he already has a fiancée, and there are several more. Otherwise, it would be a good choice!" Ning Fengzhi sighed and felt a little bit. Down-hearted.

"What a pity, you have more than one wife!" Glancing at Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo muttered: "He is an offensive spirit master, which complements Rongrong's martial spirit perfectly. As long as Rongrong is willing, I don't think it's a big deal. not good!"

Can that be the same... After being scolded by Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi was speechless, but couldn't think of a word to refute.

"Hey... forget it, let's see again!" Sighing, Ning Fengzhi felt that he was just such a daughter, and he didn't want his daughter to share the same husband with anyone else...