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Chapter 371: No need to inform the head of the sect about this little thing
Wang Ye let out a sigh of relief and placed his hands lightly on the table.

Bang.

Before his fingertips touched the table, they were bounced away by an invisible force.

"Tsk, Brother Qing's trick is really hard for ordinary people to figure out." Wang Ye sighed and said seriously:
"What I'm saying is, if I admit defeat now, could you please let me get off the chair?"

Zhuge Qing raised the corner of his mouth and said directly: "No."

Not only did he seal the table, he also locked Wang Ye's seat using the Wu Hou Qi Men.

If Wang wants to leave, he must either defeat him or break his strange game by force. There is no third solution.

There were also some people from Qimen among the onlookers.

They either fiddled with coins or moved abacus sticks, using Qi to investigate the strange scheme of Zhuge Qing's subordinates.

The result was that the Qi they extended was bounced out just like Wang Ye's fingers touching the table.

"Hiss, you are worthy of being the descendant of the Wuhou family. This Qimen game is really amazing."

"It's more than amazing. The Tang Sect holds the Four Seasons Peak Trial every two and a half years. Just last year, this Zhuge Qing relied on the Wu Hou Qi Men to almost reach the top of the mountain and received guidance from the 'Exiled Immortal'."

"Oh my god, so awesome!? I was washed away by a mountain torrent caused by heavy rain before I even reached the mountainside. This Zhuge Qing must be less than 20 years old, right? He is so terrifying!"

Wang also felt a bit of a headache listening to the discussions of the people around him.

The Tang Clan's Four Seasons Peak Trial is open to all upright aliens in the flower-growing alien world.

Wang also went there.

However, he did not use Fenghou Qimen to climb up, but chased the changing spring and enjoyed a "spring sleep without knowing the dawn".

Compared to the genius who almost reached the top, he is still slightly inferior.

"Alas." Wang Ye sighed. In Zhuge Qing's eyes, his body seemed to sway for a moment.

Then, in Zhuge Qing's increasingly shocked eyes, Wang Ye stood up without any hindrance, waved his hand and said: "I admit defeat, Brother Qing, see you on the Five Elements Island."

"What? That's it? The Wudang heir is so boring."

"That's right, let's go, I thought there would be something fun to watch."

Zhuge Qing sat in the chair in a daze, ignoring the comments of the people around him, his eyes fixed on Wang Ye's seat.

They were all a bunch of mediocre people. They had no idea what kind of extraordinary plan he had set up, nor did they know how valuable Wang Ye's ordinary rise just now was.

The moment Wang Ye stood up, the Qimen Bureau that Zhuge Qing was trying his best to operate suddenly stopped for a moment.

It was at this moment that the strange game that had locked Wang Ye down revealed a flaw, allowing him to walk out easily.

Zhuge Qing did not get up for a long time, and kept thinking about Wang Ye's illusion just now.

"Junior Brother Qing, it's time to go back." Chen Duo walked to Zhuge Qing. On the entire second floor, except for the "little fat" Zhang Chulan who was still showing off the cake, everyone else had returned to their bedrooms.

"Senior Sister Duoer." Zhuge Qing came back to his senses and the seven cigarettes on the table had already burned out.

He propped himself up and stood up, waved his hand, and the seven piles of ash were blown away by the wind from his palm.

"Senior Sister, if we don't practice the Eight Great Skills, won't we be able to defeat those who practice them?" Zhuge Qing, who was following behind Chen Duo, suddenly asked.

"I heard from my master." Chen Duo's cold voice sounded, "Anyone who can master the Eight Wonders must have extraordinary talent."

"Even if they don't practice the Eight Wonders, they can still practice their own sects' and families' special skills, and they are almost rare inheritors in ancient and modern times."

"It's just that they have practiced the Eight Wonders, so it seems that the gap between them and ordinary practitioners of strange arts is a little bigger."

Zhuge Qing pursed his lips and immediately understood what Chen Duo meant.

If Wang Ye practiced Wu Hou Qi Men, his level would probably be higher than his.

Zhuge Qing felt even more depressed.

It’s not that he couldn’t bear the blow from the genius, but he couldn’t bear the blow from Wang Ye, his former “online girlfriend”.

It’s time to go home and study Wu Hou Qimen. I must teach this pervert who pretends to be a cute girl on the Internet a lesson!
……

The top floor of the luxury yacht is filled with luxurious single rooms.

According to the original arrangement, Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family, and Chen Jinkui, the head of the Shuzi Sect, each had a single room. However, when Zhang Chulan was being forced to drink, Wang Ai and Chen Jinkui got together.

"Master Wang, has the person over there replied?" Chen Jinkui lowered his voice, and the six copper coins in his hand moved around the room.

"Jin Kui, you have been one of the Ten Lords for so many years, why are you still so impatient?" Wang Ai smiled and took out two pieces of ink-black paper from his arms.

Chen Jinkui touched his shiny bald head and chuckled, "Master, you know it's not easy for us to get to where we are now. This time I really put all our support in your hands."

"If anything goes wrong, I will be so sorry to all the ancestors in our sect."

He took the paper, looked at it several times with eyes wide open, and finally slapped his thigh and said, "Master is really thorough. We will definitely win this time!"

Wang Ai chuckled and reached out to take the paper back.

This is the Wang family's secret communication tool. As long as the person holding the other half of the paper writes on it, he will receive the corresponding information.

And this kind of communication will not be hijacked by high-tech means.

He could only trust Tiangongtang's self-made signal network.

Especially at the important juncture of cooperation with the Black Dragon Society and Behemoth.

"Jin Kui, are you relieved now?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Chen Jinkui's eyes sparkled. "I didn't expect that the mysterious president of the Black Dragon Society, Erli Jushi, would come in person."

"And Behemoth actually dispatched their biological giant soldiers."

"It's safe this time. We don't have to worry about the abandoned child of Jishidiang anymore!"

……

In another private room, Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders and also the president of the Tianxia Association, sat opposite a mysterious cloaked man.

"My dear nephew, you must withdraw in time and don't get too deeply involved." Feng Zhenghao's face was full of concern. "The Tang Clan and the company are upright and have a clear conscience. Most importantly, they are the most powerful."

"It's probably not a wise move to go against them."

The mysterious man chuckled and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Feng, I understand what you mean. I just want to prove myself and the importance of Jishitang."

Feng Zhenghao sighed and said helplessly: "My dear nephew, Brother Zizhong and Senior Duanmu only have you as their only child. Don't do anything stupid and let them send you off with your young one."

"If you insist on doing what you want, I, your uncle, will have to step in and suppress you for them."

"Uncle Feng, has your ability to summon spirits and generals reached that stage?" The mysterious man sounded somewhat surprised.

He stretched out his hand from his cloak. His hand was clean, and his blue nails were tightly attached to the pads of his fingers, not an inch more or less.

Then, blue flames ignited in his palms.

As the Qi flame rose, it twisted into a long snake, hissing and pouncing towards Feng Zhenghao.

"My dear nephew, with your skills, you are still a little short of what you can do to test me." The square glasses that Feng Zhenghao was wearing flashed, and his sitting body did not move at all. The long snake that pounced in front of him froze, and then turned into a point of light and dissipated.

"As expected of Uncle Feng." The mysterious man withdrew his hand, stood up, and walked out the door. "I will go to Tangmen and the company to explain the situation."

"Wait, I'm with you."

"Uncle? Aren't you afraid of being implicated by me?"

"Humph, you only remember me now?" Feng Zhenghao pretended to be displeased, "When Senior Duanmu executes you by family law, I will make sure your butt is spanked into eight pieces."

"..."

Tang Miaoxing, Lu Jin and the company's General Manager Zhao sat together. The three of them drank tea, listened to Peking Opera, and looked extremely relaxed.

The round table in front of them was a huge radar display screen with several red dots on it, one of which was particularly large, more than twice the size of the others.

"Brother Miao Xing, are you really not going to inform your sect leader about this matter?" Lu Jin stared at the big red dot that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly reminded him.

"No need." Tang Miaoxing responded quickly, "The head of the sect said a long time ago that we shouldn't bother him with this kind of thing."

"Oh." Lu Jin didn't say any more about this issue. He changed the subject and asked about another matter, "Boss Zhao, how do we deal with those traitors?"

"Wait a little longer." Mr. Zhao propped up his round glasses with his fingers. "Maybe there are still people in Cao's camp who are loyal to Han. It won't be too late to deal with them after this pot of tea cools down."

(End of this chapter)