Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 142: Imperial Competition

With Yang Chen's nod, Wu Shanhe quickly came in, stood at the door of Yang Chen's room, cupped his fists, and said respectfully, "Mr. Yang, I'm here."

This move immediately shocked the people around him. They only knew that Yang Chen had a good relationship with the alchemy branch, but they never knew that Yang Chen had a relationship with the Warrior Association? And looking at Wu Shanhe's appearance, it seems that he is very afraid of Yang Chen?

As Wu Shanhe's voice fell...

A voice came from the door: "Come in."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was overjoyed, hurried in, and then closed the door. Facing Yang Chen in the room, he clasped his fists and said:

"Congratulations to foster father! Congratulations to foster father!"

Yang Chen raised his brows slightly, and said with a smile, "Congratulations on what?"

Wu Shanhe said with a smile: "Congratulations to my adoptive father for winning the first prize in the alchemy competition, congratulations to my adoptive father for defeating Prince Gong's mansion, and congratulations to my adoptive father for improving his cultivation again!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't help laughing.

Reluctantly said: "You, when did you learn to be as glib as others?"

Wu Shanhe quickly said: "This is not a glib talk, but the truth!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but the adoptive father is much younger again."

"It seems to be much more handsome, and the whole person is in good spirits!"

"And this outfit matched with foster father, Kong Wu is really smart, handsome and free and easy!"

Wu Shanhe first praised Yang Chen from head to toe, wishing he could also mention his hair, which made Yang Chen smile bitterly. However, if there are other people here at this moment, they will be dumbfounded to see the president of the majestic Warrior Association so respectful to a junior, right?

"Okay." Yang Chen interrupted him, and said, "Don't mess with those gaudy things, sit down."

"Thank you foster father!" Wu Shanhe cupped his fists and sat down beside Yang Chen respectfully.

The expression is stiff, like a primary school student.

"What do you need from me today? Tell me." Yang Chen said lightly. He remembered that he had told him before that he should not run to him if he had nothing to do, so as not to reveal his identity. But the other party dared to disobey his own thoughts, so it must be something important.

I only heard Wu Shanhe slowly say: "Have foster father ever heard of the Imperial Competition?"

Empire competition?

Yang Chen frowned and said, "Be more careful."

"Okay!" Wu Shanhe immediately explained: "The so-called Empire Grand Competition is a competition jointly organized by the Warrior Association and the Empire to select talents from all over the country. When the time comes, not only the Imperial Capital, but the entire Qingfeng Empire Talents will come from all directions to participate in this competition."

"This competition is also a relatively sensational event in the warrior world. If you stand out in this competition, you will be famous all over the world!"

"If it is an outstanding one, it will be rewarded by the empire and the association."

Wu Shanhe explained slowly, and even slowed down his speech for fear that Yang Chen would not be able to hear clearly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned and stared at him: "Little Snot, you have been with me for tens of thousands of years, you should know my temper, how dare you ask me such a boring thing?"

Wu Shanhe knelt down with a "plop".

Nervous face: "No... little snot dare not!"

"It's just that, please adoptive father to participate in this competition!" Wu Shanhe said nervously: "It's also a favor for Little Snot, okay?"

"help?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen was very puzzled: "Why, what trouble did you encounter?"

"Get up and talk first, don't just kneel at every turn, you are already tens of thousands of years old, should you lose face?" Yang Chen said angrily.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was ashamed, he didn't want to kneel, but Yang Chen's aura was too scary. And with the experience of tens of thousands of years ago, as long as Yang Chen gets angry, not only him, but the four adopted sons will kneel down reflexively!

However, Wu Shanhe still stood up and said:

"My foster father doesn't know that this imperial competition is not only a matter of the Qingfeng Empire, but also a major custom of our Warrior Association. It will be held every ten years. And on this day, as long as there are people stationed by our Warrior Association There will be big competitions in the empire."

Yang Chen frowned slightly, and said: "So, not only the Qingfeng Empire, but other countries will also hold it?"

"That's right!" Wu Shanhe slapped his thigh, and immediately praised Yang Chen's intelligence, quick wit...

"However, father-in-law, you don't know that our Martial Artists Association can be regarded as a role in the mainland, so there are branches in many places, such as Zhongzhou, Beihuang... those places are full of talents, and there are countless geniuses. They are still much worse than our Qingfeng Empire!"

"So in the past few years, those old guys in the branch have used this as an excuse to laugh at me for being small and small, and I can't find a master. Every time I compete in the empire, I will be ridiculed by them..."

Wu Shanhe sighed and smiled wryly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen finally understood: "You mean, let me participate in this big competition, so that you can hold your head high in front of the high-level members of the branch?"

"Exactly! The adoptive father is worthy of being a foster father, he is really witty, intelligent and sensitive!" Wu Shanhe said hastily, along with a flattering set meal.

Yang Chen sneered and said:

"Little snot, little snot, who gave you the guts? How dare you take advantage of me?"

"Um?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Shanhe's smile stopped instantly, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Why are you kneeling again?" Yang Chen frowned, and said impatiently, "Can you be a little bit better? Don't just kneel? Get up and talk!"

"No... I won't get up if the adoptive father doesn't agree!" Wu Shanhe said in a low voice, then hugged Yang Chen's thigh, and begged: "Father! I am your son. Now my son is in trouble. You can't leave me alone!"

Yang Chen's forehead went black...

"You know, I don't like this kind of grandstanding."

Wu Shanhe still hugged Yang Chen firmly, refusing to relax at all: "Then foster father, just because Little Snotty has been with you for tens of thousands of years, have pity on me! Look at me, I'm an old bone It's not easy to be ridiculed every day!"

Wu Shanhe said, with snot and tears, said:

"Father, I've lost weight!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Chen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Can you talk nicely and stop crying? Be more mature like me, okay?"

"No, foster father, if you don't promise me, I won't get up!"

"Can't you get up?"

"Don't get up!"

"Ask you again, can't you get up?"

"Don't get up!"

...

Looking at the rascal's appearance, Yang Chen suddenly smiled wryly, and said helplessly:

"Okay, okay, can't I promise you? Hurry up!"