Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter Eleven

"Yang Chen, I didn't expect you to actually become a fifth-level warrior. I was wrong before, and I apologize to you." Ling Yuyao sat in the position with embarrassment on her small face and said apologetically.

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

Ling Yuyao's mouth shrank and 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, secretly sulking.

But she really misunderstood.

Yang Chen was thinking about cultivation.

[Sen Luo Wanxiang] Although it can greatly improve the efficiency of cultivation, there is a drawback, that is, only when a realm is broken, will the ghost be derived.

One way to martial arts.

In the front are the martial artists of ranks one to nine, and then the martial masters, the great martial masters, the Wuzong...

In other words, only when Yang Chen broke through the martial artist, he could have a second phantom.

For Yang Chen, this is too slow.

"It seems that external force is still needed." Yang Chen murmured, thinking.

A hand stretched out suddenly...

Shaking 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 pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you in a daze? Isn't it just because I didn't believe you? As for me, ignore me?"

Yang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

"No, I'm thinking about things." Yang Chen said: "I'm really not angry. If you have something to say directly."

"I said I would invite you to dinner." Ling Yuyao said: "Tomorrow is my birthday, will you come over for a meal? Just as I apologize to you, OK?"

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

"Let’s see you at noon tomorrow, how about it?" Ling Yuyao said, "It happens to be Saturday tomorrow, anyway, it’s boring to stay at home, so it’s better to come out and play together."

"Yes." Yang Chen nodded.

After being reborn, he hadn't seen the world well.

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

"Okay, then you must not lie, it is a puppy!" Ling Yuyao said happily.

Yang Chen shook his head, dumbfounding.

He suddenly felt that at this moment he seemed to be a lot easier.

"Occasionally gathering with young people may have a different mood." Yang Chen thought.

Soon, one day passed.

The students left school in twos and threes...

The look was 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.

...

The Imperial Warrior Association, here is the headquarters of the Warrior Association.

Yang Chen stopped and stood.

Looking at the familiar words, his eyes couldn't help showing reminiscence.

"Unexpectedly, this guy took a joke at the beginning, and has persisted for so long?" Yang Chen murmured.

The Warrior Association is a behemoth that spreads across the entire continent.

As long as you are a warrior, you can join it. Here, the warrior has supreme power.

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

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

However, what everyone can't think of is why the headquarters of the Warrior Association was established in the Qingfeng Empire?

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

But a behemoth like the Warrior Association has built its headquarters in such a place. It must be said that it is intriguing.

"Stop, who are you?"

"This is the Warriors' Association, and no one can approach it!"

The two guards said fiercely, their strength impressively reached a ninth-level martial artist.

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

Yang Chen stepped forward and said lightly: "The current president of the association is called Wu Shanhe?"

"Wu Shanhe?" The guard was taken aback, then he was full of anger, and said: "Who are you? The name of our president is also something you can confess?"

Yang Chen smiled and said, "I have something to see your chairman, please let the two of you go in and let me know."

"You?" The guard seemed to have heard something interesting, and laughed: "Who do you think you are? Our president has everything to do, even if the saint comes, we have to wait here!"

"That's right." The other guard also said: "These days, there are really any cats and dogs, and I want to see our president. I don't know if the hairs are all the same?"

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

"What are you talking about?" The guard's complexion changed, and he was furious. He slammed his fist towards Yang Chen's door.

"Fuck." Yang Chen looked at him and spit out a word coldly.

The guard's complexion changed, and for an instant he felt as if he was being stared at by a beast, and his whole body was instantly cold, and the fist that was thrown out was also in the air.

The same goes for the other guard.

The two of them were stiff, and they shook slightly.

"What's the matter with this guy?"

"What a terrible look..."

The same question appeared in the hearts of the two at the same time.

Yang Chen ignored them, and directly crossed the threshold and walked towards the Martial Artist Association.

After a while, the two guards reacted and said loudly: "Come on, come on! Someone has trespassed at the gate of the association!"

Shattered...

The guards of the blockbuster rushed out of the Wuzhe Association, and immediately surrounded Yang Chen.

Twenty or thirty people are all nine-level martial artists.

Eyes look at Yang Chen in the middle.

"Boy, are you so brave? Even the martial arts association dare to enter? I think you are tired and crooked!" A leader came out and said fiercely.

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

"Wu Shanhe?" The man murmured, and he quickly realized, isn't this the president's name?

"Shut up! The name of our president is something you can call directly? Come here, drag this kid down for me, and hit a hundred sticks first!" The man said fiercely.

Even if he dared to call the president's name directly in the Martial Arts Association, this kid was really bored.

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

Yang Chen is about to be taken down...

"What is so noisy?" An old voice suddenly sounded, and a figure suddenly appeared in the deepest attic.

This person is 60 or 70 years old, with gray hair and ravines on his face. But the pair of eyes were full of spirits, and there was no trace of oldness.

"President!"

Seeing this old man, the surrounding guards immediately exclaimed.

"The subordinates neglected their duties and disturbed the president. Damn it!" 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 lightly: "What's going on? Why is there such a big movement?"

"Chairman, I don’t know where he came from. He threatened to see you and was stopped by our guards! But who knows, this boy rushed in directly... But please don’t worry, the chairman. This will drive him out!" The man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe glanced at Yang Chen.

There is no fluctuation in the eyes.

He was just about to speak...

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

boom!

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was shocked, with an incredible look on his face.

Tears glistened from those old eyes.

The body trembled slightly.

"You... are you?" Two lines of tears slid down Wu Shanhe's face.

"Go in and talk." Yang Chen uttered 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? Dare to talk to our president in this tone?"

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

As members of the Martial Arts Association, they naturally know Wu Shanhe's temper. People who dared to speak to him in this tone probably didn't exist in this world long ago, right?

However, just when they thought Wu Shanhe would be furious...

"Shut up!" Wu Shanhe roared suddenly.

That face was terrifying.

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

"If you dare to be disrespectful to this gentleman, 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 enter the Martial Arts Association, the door of the association will be Always open for him!"

"Do you understand it?"

Wu Shanhe looked at him with a murderous look.

The surrounding space is much colder.

"Yes...Yes!" The guard nodded quickly, not daring to hesitate.

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

Who is this guy?

Can Wu Shanhe do this?

Could it be the child of which big power? However, no matter how powerful it is, is it possible that the title of President of the Warriors Association will be great?

The same question appeared in everyone's mind.

When they were puzzled, Yang Chen and Wu Shanhe had already walked into the attic.

...

Walking into the attic is a classic room.

The Huali marble case, antler incense burner, and a misty landscape painting.

The faint scent of sandalwood filled the room.

Yang Chen pulled a chair and sat down casually.

Wu Shanhe stood beside him, his expression cautious, 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 character. Among the many children at the beginning, you are the most sensible and listen to me the most." Yang Chen looked at Wu Shanhe and suddenly sighed: "It's a pity... Nose, you are old too."

Wu Shanhe's body was shocked, and these words seemed to be a fuse, causing Wu Shanhe's mood to collapse instantly, tears flowing in his eyes.

Kneeled to the ground with a plop.

Howling and crying.

"Foster father, you are finally back!"

At this moment, Wu Shanhe cried like a child.