Suo Wenhong soon found out that the person who came was not Wang Qi. Although the other party is a large number of people who are pressed by Wu Press, they are basically Qi cultivation, and there is no real Dharma cultivation at all.

Suo Wenhong frowned. He really didn't understand why there were a large number of "Shenjing Ancient Law Cultivators" appearing here. He looked at Ran Yingwei. Although Ran Yingwei is a true disciple of the Ethereal Palace, he was born in Shenjing, and his ancestors were once marquis, and he was an out-and-out nobleman, and today's scene was also set by him.

Ran Yingwei's face was not good-looking. These Wanfa Sect members of the same sect rented the training ground of the Dragon Camp and followed his path, but now there are idle people coming in, that is, they can't get along with him naked.

Is it because someone in my family is specifically targeting me? Because I'm a Dharma cultivator, they don't treat me as their own family?

Although he was silent on the surface, the silver butterflies around him quickly flapped their wings a few times, showing the fluctuations in his heart. He took out the family token hanging on his waist and shouted loudly: "The Xinghua Ran family is using it here, and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

In this retirement place, which is equivalent to the three-regardless zone, it is even better to report the name of the family than the name of the Ethereal Palace - although out of Shenjing, even the commoners don't care much about the title.

The crowd was agitated. "Is there such a person in the Ran family?" "I obviously know all the family members......" "Don't be a house slave dog fighting people ...... power"

The other party's discussion was quite rude, and the silver butterflies behind Ran Yingwei began to gather. That meant he was thinking about whether or not to beat these guys up.

"It's been a few years since I've been away from home, and the 'hometown people' are still so annoying......"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a handsome man walked out. He was graceful and extraordinary, and he was obviously a man of noble birth. He asked hesitantly, "Are you ...... Ran Laosan?"

"|Ran Laosan" is called by people close to him. Ran Yingwei felt the strong aura on this person's body and recognized that this was the heart of the royal family. Combined with his own memory, Ran Yingwei remembered the identity of the other party: "The Seventh Prince?"

"Ran San, Ran San, I heard that you went to the Ethereal Palace to seek Taoism, and you have been there for a few years, and you don't look at your old friends when you come back. The Seventh Prince Wen Huang affectionately took Ran Yingwei's hand: "Don't you be developed, forget your old friends, right?"

Ran Yingwei was a little embarrassed. After seeing the vastness of the Great Dao in the Immortal Courtyard, he realized his own insignificance, and his interests were very different from those of Shenjing's old friends, and he really forgot about the other party. But since we met, there was always a sense of intimacy. He said embarrassedly: "I accompanied a few fellow Daoists of the Ten Thousand Methods......

Wen Huang's eyes lit up: "Do you want to act?"

"No, there is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Methods Sect who said wildly, these people want to teach each other a lesson......"

Wen Huang immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "These people must be the masters of the Ten Thousand Methods, right?

Suo Wenhong symbolically returned the salute. He didn't like this guy very much, especially when he pointed out Ran Yingwei's identity in the first sentence, it seemed that he was trying to restrain the people behind him, afraid that they would conflict with him. This made Suo Wenhong feel that the other party was a little hypocritical.

After asking what happened, Wen Huang said generously: "Since a few people want to use this place, then I won't take advantage of others." But you shouldn't object to me staying and watching, right?"

Ran Yingwei sighed on the side. He knew very well that if it weren't for the fact that the Seventh Prince knew about the subordination between Shenjing and the Immortal Alliance, this matter would not be so easy to solve.

The Seventh Prince stayed to watch people fight, but the prince who followed behind was not so interested. Several powerful families directly deduced that they had something to leave. The Seven Princes are stalking and waiting. In the end, more than half of the people left, and only the Seventh Prince and a few of his guards remained. At an angle where no one was paying attention, the prince quietly gave the guards a few defensive positions.

Suo Wenhong whispered to his junior brother: "Don't be affected by these guys, be calm and be prepared." ”

But if it's not just three poles a day, they still haven't waited for anyone.

The Seventh Prince wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That guy can't be afraid, right?"

Suo Wenhong sneered: "It's probably a trick of 'one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion'." He probably thought that this would lower our morale and give us a better chance of victory, right?

At noon, the sun had just set from its highest point. There are palace people who serve the morning meal for the Seven Princes, and there are other subordinates who hold umbrellas and set up tables and chairs for the Seven Princes. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Methods Sect had never expected Wang Qi to be so shameless and disappointed.

What they didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

The sun fell in the west, dyeing the sky crimson.

The people of Wanfa Sect have long been unable to care about any barriers. They sat down at the table and chairs prepared by the Seven Princes. Those who are better at qi cultivation and kung fu are either doing arithmetic problems or reading books, and they almost lie directly on the table.

Suo Wenhong was about to blow up her lungs. He said angrily, "Why hasn't this kid come yet?"

The Seventh Prince's face was also ugly. He wasted a day of meditation. Unlike the standard Present Dharma cultivation troubles mana that grows too fast, he still needs to meditate and practice for a long time. When Ran Yingwei saw Wen Huang's expression, he suddenly felt that he had lost the face of the five great factions in front of these people, and sneered: "It's really like things to gather people and divide people into groups...... It's really a villain. ”

A disciple of the Ten Thousand Methods Sect couldn't stand waiting anymore, so he got up and said, "Senior brother, I'll go and see if that kid is here." After speaking, he didn't wait for Suo Wenhong to agree, and directly launched his body.

However, before he had finished the tea, people heard him shouting, "You bastard......!

Suo Wenhong and Ran Yingwei knew that Wang Qi had at least two disciples of the Five Absolute True Inheritance in the foundation building period by his side, and they were afraid that the junior disciples would suffer losses, so the computer room would follow. Unexpectedly, the scene that caught their eyes made them angry. Wang Qi and Chen Youjia walked one after the other, both holding a string of rock sugar gourds in their hands. And Chen Feng followed behind, and said in pieces: "I said you......"

Suo Wenhong couldn't hold back any longer, and scolded: "Wang Qi, you are so despicable!"

Wang Qi was scolded inexplicably, and he was a little puzzled. He bit off the last hawthorn, swallowed it, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You actually came a day late in order to drag down your opponent's mind...... You've got a face!"

Wang Qi scratched his face: "I thought you were talking about this time." ”

"Huh?"

"When you wrote the war, you only said 'seven days later', and you didn't say the specific time, and you didn't send anyone to inform you, I thought it was a matter of me. Wang Qi said very sincerely, and took out the war book to corroborate: "Oh, 'Seven days later, in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing, I will fight with you and you to respect the way of you and me'." I decided to finish what I had to do today. ”

Chen Youjia bit the sugar gourd: "So, don't drag the ancient style of transactional documents." ”