Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter Eleven Old Friends

"Yang Chen, I didn't expect you to become a fifth-level martial artist. I was wrong before, and I apologize to you." Ling Yuyao said apologetically, sitting on her seat with embarrassment on her small face.

"It's okay." Yang Chen replied lightly.

Ling Yuyao's small mouth narrowed, her eyes fluttered.

The more Yang Chen was like this, the more she felt that Yang Chen was angry, so she deliberately put on a cold look, ignored herself, and secretly sulked alone.

But she really misunderstood.

Yang Chen was thinking about cultivation at the moment.

[All things in the world] Although it can greatly improve the efficiency of cultivation, there is a disadvantage, that is, only when a breakthrough is made, will the phantom be generated again.

Martial arts journey.

In front are warriors of level 1 to level 9, and after that are warriors, great warriors, Wuzong...

In other words, only when Yang Chen breaks through as a martial artist can he have the second phantom.

For Yang Chen, this was too slow.

"It seems that we still need to rely on external force." Yang Chen murmured, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

A hand suddenly stretched out...

dangled in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Yang Chen turned his head, looked at Ling Yuyao, and smiled.

"I'm talking to you!" Ling Yuyao pouted her mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you in a daze by yourself? Isn't it because I didn't believe you? As for what, you still ignore me?"

Yang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

"No, I'm thinking about something." Yang Chen said, "I'm really not angry. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"I said treat you to dinner." Ling Yuyao said: "Tomorrow is my birthday, why don't you come over to have a meal? Just treat me as an apology to you, okay?"

"Tomorrow?" Yang Chen was taken aback: "When is tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow at noon, see you at the school gate, how about it?" Ling Yuyao said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, anyway, the school is on holiday, and you are bored staying at home, why don't you go out and have fun together."

"Yes." Yang Chen nodded.

After rebirth, he hasn't seen the world properly.

Just take this opportunity to see what the Canglan Continent has become in the past 80,000 years.

"Okay, then you are not allowed to deceive people, you are a puppy!" Ling Yuyao said happily.

Yang Chen shook his head, dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to be much more relaxed at this moment.

"Gathering with young people once in a while, maybe the mood will be different." Yang Chen thought so.

Soon, one day passed.

The students left the school in twos and threes...

I look excited because...

Tomorrow is the weekend.

Yang Chen didn't return to Li's house immediately, but went another way.

He is going to meet an old friend.

...

Imperial Martial Artists Association, here is the headquarters of the Martial Artists Association.

Yang Chen stopped and stood.

Looking at the familiar words, the eyes couldn't help revealing the color of reminiscence.

"I didn't expect that this guy actually took the joke seriously and persisted for so long?" Yang Chen muttered with the corner of his mouth raised.

The Martial Artists Association is a colossus that spreads across the entire continent.

As long as you are a warrior, you can join it. Here, warriors have the highest power.

But not everyone can join, because those who can join are geniuses who are one in a million.

In other words, the Martial Artists Association is also a gathering place for a group of geniuses.

However, what no one could have imagined was why the headquarters of the Martial Artists Association was established in Qingfeng Empire?

The territory of Canglan Continent is endless, and there are many empires. The Qingfeng Empire can only be regarded as a small country.

However, a giant like the Martial Artists Association has built its headquarters in such a place. It has to be said that it is intriguing.

"Stop, who are you?"

"This is the Martial Artists Association, and no one else is allowed to approach!"

The two guards said aggressively that their strength had reached level nine warriors.

This person who can also be regarded as a master in the Qingfeng Empire was thrown over to look at the gate?

Yang Chen stepped forward and said indifferently: "Is the current president of the association called Wu Shanhe?"

"Wu Shanhe?" The guard was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was full of anger, and he said, "Who are you? The name of our president is also something you can directly conceal?"

Yang Chen smiled and said: "I have something to see your president, please go in and let me know."

"You?" The guard laughed as if he had heard something interesting, "Who do you think you are? Our president is always busy, even if the saint comes, we have to wait here!"

"That's right." The other guard also said: "There are all kinds of cats and dogs these days. I still want to see our president. I don't know if the hair has grown up?"

Yang Chen didn't get angry, and said lightly: "I'll give you another three minutes to go in and inform the president, otherwise, you will be at your own risk!"

"What did you say?" The guard's complexion changed, he was furious, and he threw his fist at Yang Chen's face.

"Get lost." Yang Chen looked at him and said a word coldly.

The guard's face changed, and he instantly felt as if he was being watched by a ferocious beast. His whole body was instantly icy cold, and the fist he swung was also frozen in the air.

The same goes for the other guard.

The bodies of the two were stiff, but they actually trembled slightly.

"What's the matter with this guy?"

"What a scary look..."

The same question appeared in the hearts of both of them at the same time.

Yang Chen ignored them, stepped directly across the threshold, and walked towards the Warriors Association.

After a while, the two guards came to their senses and shouted loudly: "Come on, come on quickly! Someone is trespassing on the gate of the association!"

Speechless...

A large group of guards rushed out from the Martial Artists Association, instantly surrounding Yang Chen.

There are twenty or thirty people, all of whom are level nine warriors.

He stared at Yang Chen in the middle.

"Boy, how brave are you? How dare you break into the Martial Artists Association? I think you are tired of living!" A leader came out and said fiercely.

"I just want to see Wu Shanhe." Yang Chen said lightly.

"Wu Shanhe?" The man muttered for a while, and quickly realized, isn't this the name of the president?

"Shut up! You can call our president's name directly? Come on, drag this kid down for me, and beat him with a hundred sticks first!" the man said aggressively.

Dare to call the president's name directly in the Warrior Association, this kid is really tired of life.

"Yes!" As soon as the voice fell, five or six guards came out immediately.

It was about to take Yang Chen down...

"What's the noise?" An old voice suddenly sounded, and a figure suddenly walked out of the deepest attic.

This person was in his sixties or seventies, with white hair and ravines on his face. But those eyes were full of energy, without the slightest hint of oldness.

"President!"

Seeing the old man, the surrounding guards immediately exclaimed.

"The subordinate neglected his duty and disturbed the president, he really deserves to die!" The leader walked up to Wu Shanhe, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully.

Wu Shanhe glanced at Yang Chen in the crowd, and said calmly, "What's going on? Why is there such a big commotion?"

"President Qi, this kid came from nowhere, threatened to see you, but was blocked by our guards! But who would have known that this kid rushed in directly... But please rest assured, President, Now drive him out!" the man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe glanced at Yang Chen.

There is no fluctuation in the look in the eyes.

He was just about to speak...

Yang Chen sighed faintly, and said, "Little Snot, after so many years, you really have changed a lot."

boom!

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Tears welled up in those old eyes.

The body trembled slightly.

"You...is that you?" Two lines of hot tears rolled down Wu Shanhe's face.

"Go in and talk." Yang Chen spat out four words, which contained endless majesty.

Hearing this, the guard immediately became dissatisfied, pointed at Yang Chen, and said angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to our president in such a tone?"

"That's right." The other guards also laughed.

As members of the Martial Artists Association, they naturally knew Wu Shanhe's temper. Anyone who dared to speak to him in such a tone probably has long since ceased to exist in this world, right?

But just when they thought Wu Shanhe would be furious...

"Shut up!" Wu Shanhe roared suddenly.

That face was eerie and terrifying.

The guard was startled, and said tremblingly: "President, you...why are you scolding me?"

"If you dare to disrespect this gentleman again, I will drag you out and kill you!" Wu Shanhe looked at him and said coldly: "From today onwards, as long as this gentleman wants to join the Warrior Association, the gate of the association will be open." Always open to him!"

"Do you understand it?"

Wu Shanhe looked at him with a murderous look all over his body.

The surrounding space is much colder.

"Yes... yes!" The guard nodded quickly without hesitation.

The others were even more shocked, looking at Yang Chen blankly.

Who the hell is this guy?

How could Wu Shanhe do this?

Could it be a child of some great power? However, no matter how powerful it is, is it possible that it can still have the title of President of the Warrior Association?

The same question appeared in everyone's mind.

And just when they were wondering, Yang Chen and Wu Shanhe had already walked into the attic.

...

Walking into the attic, it is a classical room.

Pear marble large case, antler incense burner, and a misty rain landscape painting.

The faint aroma of sandalwood filled the room.

Yang Chen pulled a chair and sat down casually.

Wu Shanhe stood beside him with a cautious expression, like a child.

"Sit." Yang Chen smiled slightly.

"No, I dare not." Wu Shanhe shook his head and said cautiously.

Hearing this, Yang Chen shook his head and laughed.

"After so many years, you still have this personality. Among the many children back then, you were the most sensible and listened to me the most." Yang Chen looked at Wu Shanhe and suddenly sighed: "It's a pity... Snot, you're old too."

Wu Shanhe was shocked all over, this sentence was like a fuse, causing Wu Shanhe's state of mind to collapse instantly, and tears flowed from his eyes.

He fell to his knees with a plop.

Howling.

"Father, you are finally back!"

At this moment, Wu Shanhe cried like a child.