Chapter 82

"Now let's talk about joining the Martial Arts Alliance." Zhao Fengyang's expression became serious again.

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

really.

Just listen to Zhao Fengyang continue: "Originally, a few days ago, I have contacted two friends in the martial arts alliance to recommend you together, plus you have acquired the strength of consummation, joining the martial arts alliance should be ironclad.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the Duanmu altar master of the Xiangcheng branch was transferred to the Shayang Prefecture branch as the deputy leader, and the Li family where the new altar master Li Longyang was located had a little bit of a holiday with my Zhao family. Li Longyang is also a narrow-minded person. Although he cannot directly deny the candidates I recommend, he proposes that all candidates have an open competition, and the top ten parties are eligible to join the Martial Arts Alliance.

There are 36 candidates participating in the assessment this time, and Li Longyang brought three outstanding disciples of the Li family. Their cultivation bases have all reached Acquired Consummation. They should jointly target you in the public assessment. It's possible that you won't be in the top ten.

Once you lose the election, you will be eligible to continue to participate in the assessment only after three years.

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

"I think you should give up, anyway, you are so young." Zhao Xiaoyu teased slightly.

Zhao Fengyang hurriedly stared at her and signaled her not to influence Song Yan's choice. Joining the Martial Arts Alliance can be said to have many benefits. First, you can obtain some unobtainable cultivation resources through the Martial Arts Alliance. Secondly, there are many talents in the Martial Arts Alliance. It is also easier to communicate.

What's more, Li Longyang will serve as the altar master for at least three years. Even if he escapes his calculations this time, it is inevitable that he will not deliberately make things difficult in the next assessment. Therefore, he hopes that Song Yan will be able to go ahead and pass the assessment and beat Li Longyang once. old face.

"Brother Zhao, I choose to continue the assessment." Song Yan said solemnly, he is a congenital master, is he still afraid of a group of acquired martial artists.

"Okay, Song Yan, I really didn't see you wrong." Zhao Fengyang said happily: "In that case, let's go to the assessment site now."

This time, a man-made forest with a size of 100 acres in the northern suburbs was selected for the assessment. The assessment stipulates that each candidate will get a number plate, and then everyone will enter the forest together to win the number plate from each other, and finally the ten candidates with the most number plates will get the number plate. People can pass the assessment and become a new member of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Zhao Fengyang's car is a black off-road vehicle worth 700,000 to 800,000 yuan, and the built-in space is relatively large.

After getting in the car, Zhao Fengyang drove straight to the northern suburbs.

More than ten minutes later, the off-road vehicle came to the open area outside the artificial forest in the northern suburbs, where twelve cars and off-road vehicles of various grades were parked side by side. At the same time, nine simple square plastic tables were placed in front of the left. , and each table is equipped with four bar-shaped benches.

Except for the table in the center, which was vacant, the rest of the tables were already occupied.

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

A thin middle-aged man wearing a black cloth jacket glanced at Zhao Fengyang's car lightly, playing with it.

"Hey, it's not self-disgrace." A flat-headed young man at the same table sneered.

"I do admire his courage. Of the thirty-six candidates, twenty-eight of them will work together to target the candidates he recommends. They dare to come even when they know that, their courage is commendable!" A peasant woman in her early forties said with a half smile.

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

The flat-headed youth sneered. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Song Yan, who was walking behind Zhao Fengyang, and he was a little surprised: "That young man is the candidate recommended by Zhao Fengyang, so young, it's a pity! I heard that his cultivation base is It has already reached Acquired Consummation, but it was Zhao Fengyang who was implicated."

Hearing this, the middle-aged and middle-aged peasant women in black coats raised their eyes, and they were a little surprised by Song Yan's youth: "This is too young, to reach acquired consummation before the age of 20, it is definitely a rare martial arts practice. genius."

"Why, brother Wang has the heart to love talents?" The peasant woman asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man in the black coat curled his lips and said, "What can I do to love talent, can I still accept him as a disciple? Let's not say that he and Zhao Fengyang got together, and he indirectly offended Li Tanzhu. The Zhao family was in decline, but the Li family was in full swing. Even the leader of Li Longfei is expected to become the next general alliance. Once the leader of Li Longfei is in the position, he will definitely suppress the Zhao family's influence in the alliance. Besides, my cultivation level is higher than that of the young man, so what qualifications do I have to accept him as a disciple."

"Yeah. If it wasn't for the accidental death of the Zhao family's genius, I'm afraid that the leader of the Li alliance might not be able to become the general alliance!" The peasant woman said with emotion.

"Third sister be careful." The middle-aged man in the black coat reminded, with a little more vigilance on his face.

The peasant woman waved her hand in disapproval: "I'm a country woman, and I'm used to saying that the East is long and the West is short. Could it be that Alliance Leader Li can still care about a peasant woman like me?"

While the three were talking, Zhao Fengyang, Song Yan, and Zhao Xiaoyu had already come here.

"I have seen Brother Zhao."

"Brother Fengyang, how are you!"

"Master Zhao is polite."

Facing the people who greeted him, Zhao Fengyang smiled and clasped his fists: "Everyone is polite."

After some chat, Zhao Fengyang led Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu to sit down at a table.

He pointed to a dark-skinned, sturdy young man at the same table, and a short, thin middle-aged man in his early fifties with gray hair, and said, "Ayan, this is Hong Qiang from Da Hongquan's lineage. Brother Hong, this is Senior Qi Yidao from the Golden Sword Sect, both of them are your sponsors."

Song Yan hurriedly got up and saluted the two of them: "I have seen Brother Hong, and I have seen Senior Qi."

"It's better to be famous than to meet each other. The little brother is really handsome and tall, and has a dignified appearance." Hong Qiang laughed loudly. Qi Yidao nodded with a smile, as a response to Song Yan.

After waiting for about ten minutes, an extended black luxury car turned in from the road.

When they saw this car, everyone who was chatting and drinking tea got up and looked at the luxury car.

"Li Longyang is here." Zhao Xiaoyu whispered to Song Yan.

"Well." Song Yan nodded and looked curiously. On the way, Zhao Xiaoyu briefly introduced Li Longyang to him. The other party was 48 years old. He was only promoted to the innate master last year. .

However, the other party has a deep background. His younger brother, Li Longfei, is only in his early 40s, and his cultivation has already reached the ninth level of the innate.

If it weren't for the support of Li Longfei, Li Longyang might not be able to sit on the throne of the Xiangcheng sub-altar.

The luxury car finally stopped. Then, the doors on both sides of the back seat were pushed open and two young men in their 27s or 80s walked out. They quickly walked to the passenger, opened the door, and respectfully got out of the car.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a black suit with meticulously combed hair and a gentle smile came down from the co-pilot. Surrounded by young people, they came to everyone.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoyu pouted in disdain: "Fox fake tiger might."

"Xiaoyu." Zhao Fengyang glared at Zhao Xiaoyu in dissatisfaction.