Magic Love Ring

Chapter 82

"Now let's talk about joining the Wudao League." Zhao Fengyang's expression became serious again.

Song Yan nodded and didn't speak. He felt that something should have changed when he joined the Martial Arts Alliance.

Sure enough.

Just listen to Zhao Fengyang continue: "originally, in the past few days, I have contacted two friends in the Wudao alliance to recommend you together, plus you have the perfect strength the day after tomorrow, joining the Wudao alliance should be firm.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the leader of the Duanmu altar in Xiangcheng was transferred to the sub alliance of Shayang Prefecture as the deputy leader, while the new leader Li Longyang's Li family was a bit out of line with my Zhao family, and Li Longyang was a narrow-minded person. Although he could not directly deny the candidates I recommended, he proposed that all candidates should have a public competition, the top ten parties Qualified to join the Martial Arts Alliance.

There are 36 candidates participating in the assessment, and Li Longyang brings three outstanding sons of the Li family to the post. They have achieved a successful cultivation day after tomorrow. They should be in the public assessment, jointly targeting you, and you may not be able to enter the top ten.

Once lost, only after three years, can they continue to participate in the assessment.

So, I'm going to ask you if you want to give up this assessment and wait for the next time, or face the difficulties. "

"I think you'd better give up. You're so young anyway." Zhao Xiaoyu said jokingly.

Zhao Fengyang gave her a quick look to show her not to influence song Yan to make a choice. Joining the Wudao alliance has many advantages. First, you can get some cultivation resources that you can't get through the alliance. Second, there are many talents in the alliance. Everyone is a martial artist, so it's convenient to communicate.

What's more, Li Longyang will be the master of the altar for at least three years. Even if he evades his calculation this time, he will not be deliberately difficult in the next assessment. Therefore, he hopes that song Yan can meet the blade and pass the assessment to hit Li Longyang's old face once.

"Brother Zhao, I choose to continue the assessment." Song Yan said in a deep voice, he is a congenital master. Are he afraid of a group of people who have acquired martial arts.

"Well, song Yan, I did not mistake you." Zhao Fengyang said happily, "in that case, let's go to the examination place now."

This assessment is conducted in a 100 mu artificial forest in the northern suburb. It is stipulated that each candidate will get a number plate, and then everyone will enter the forest together and seize the number plates from each other. At last, the ten candidates with the most number plates can pass the assessment and become new members of the Wudao League.

Zhao Fengyang's car is a black SUV worth 700000 yuan, with a large built-in space.

After getting on the bus, Zhao Fengyang drove straight to the northern suburb.

More than ten minutes later, SUVs came to the open area outside the artificial forest in the northern suburb, where there are 12 cars and SUVs of various grades parked side by side. At the same time, there are nine simple square plastic tables in the front left, each table is equipped with four strip benches.

Except for the central table, which is still available, all the other tables have been taken.

"I didn't expect Zhao Fengyang to come."

A skinny middle-aged man in a black cloth jacket looks at Zhao Fengyang's car and plays with it.

"Haha, it's not self humiliation." A young man at the same table sneered.

"I admire his courage. Thirty-six candidates, twenty-eight of whom will work together to target the candidates he recommends. It's amazing that I dare to come even though I know it!" Sitting in the middle of the black coat was a peasant woman in her early forties, she said with a smile.

"It's not courage, it's stupidity!"

The young man with flat head sneered. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Song Yan, who was following Zhao Fengyang, coming here. He had some accidents: "that young man is the candidate recommended by Zhao Fengyang. It's so young. It's a pity! It is said that his accomplishments have been completed the day after tomorrow, but Zhao Fengyang has been involved. "

Wen Yan, the middle-aged peasant women in the black coat and middle-aged peasant women looked up, and they were surprised by song Yan's youth: "it's too young. It's a rare talent for martial arts training. It's less than 20 years old and it's the day after tomorrow."

"Why, brother Wang is in love with talents?" Asked the farmer with a smile.

The middle-aged man in the black coat curled his mouth and said, "what can love do? Can you accept him as an apprentice? Not to mention that he and Zhao Fengyang got involved, he indirectly offended the leader of Li tan. The Zhao family was in decline, but the Li family was in the ascendant. Even the leader of Li Longfei was expected to become the next general League. Once the leader of Li League was in the ascendant position, he would try his best to suppress the Zhao family's influence in the league. Moreover, my accomplishments were higher than that of the young man, and I was not qualified to accept him as an apprentice. "

"Yes. If it wasn't for the genius of the Zhao family to fall unexpectedly, I'm afraid the leader of Li League might not be able to become the general League! " The peasant woman said with emotion.

"Third sister, be careful." The middle-aged black coat reminded me that there was more vigilance on his face.

"I'm a rural woman. I'm used to saying that the eastern parents and the western families are short. Can leader Li take care of me?"

During the conversation, Zhao Fengyang, song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu have come here.

"I met brother Zhao."

"How are you, Fengyang brother!"

"The owner of Zhao hall is polite."In the face of all the people greeting him, Zhao Fengyang smiled and hugged his fists: "everyone is polite."

Zhao Fengyang leads song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu to sit down at a table.

He pointed to a young man with dark skin, strong body and a short, thin, middle-aged man in his early 50's, but gray hair, and said: "a Yan, this is brother Hong qianghong of dahongquan, this is the same senior of jindaomen, both of them are your references."

Song Yan hurriedly got up and saluted them: "I have seen brother Hong and elder Qi."

"It's better to meet than to be famous. The little brother is really handsome and handsome." Hong Qiang said with a loud smile. Qi Yidao nodded with a smile, which was a response to song Yan.

After waiting about ten minutes, a long black luxury car turned from the road.

At the sight of the car, the people who were chatting and drinking tea got up to look at the luxury car.

"Here comes Li Longyang." Zhao Xiaoyu whispers to song Yandao.

"Well." Song Yan nodded and looked curiously. On the way, Zhao Xiaoyu simply introduced Li Longyang, 48, to him. Last year, he was promoted to a master. That's why he was qualified to be the altar master of Xiangcheng.

However, the other side has a very deep background. His brother Li Longfei is only in his early 40s, and his accomplishments have already reached the nine priorities. Now he is the leader of the northwest sub League and has been appointed as the next general League.

If not for the support of Li Longfei, Li Longyang may not be able to take the position of altar master in Xiangcheng.

The luxury car finally stopped. Then, the doors on both sides of the back seat pushed open and two twenty-eight year old youths came down. They quickly came to the copilot, opened the door and got off the bus respectfully.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, combed his hair meticulously, and with a gentle smile on his face came down from the passenger's seat. His eyes swept over the crowd, and then he came to everyone under the support of two young people and the young people walking down from the driver's seat.

Zhao Xiaoyu saw the situation, not from disdainful skimming: "hufeihuwei."

"Light rain." Zhao Fengyang glared discontentedly at Zhao Xiaoyu.

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