C16 Night Before Last

Yang Faan, who was meditating, opened his eyes.

It was very noisy outside.

Just as he got off the bed, Wang Thirteen ran in.

"Big brother, your house is quite lively. There are so many people heading that way."

Wang Shisan pointed to the tallest building, which was a palace-like structure. It was the Yang Family's Procedural Hall.

Yang Faan did not know the reason why so many people were heading to the meeting hall.

He pushed open the door and followed the crowd.

Wang Thirteen also followed behind.

The Assembly Hall was large, but it was not big enough to accommodate the entire Yang Family of men, women, and children.

Everyone sat on the ground, while the Yang Family elders, with Great Elder Yang Hu and Xiong as the center, sat on the mahogany chairs.

"The purpose of this gathering is very simple. Naturally, it is to prepare for tomorrow's competition."

"This martial arts competition is different from before. It is related to the clan's position and the position that the government has personally determined. The most important thing is that you all should know about it! "

"Yes sir!" The new generation Yang Family s who were seated on the ground had a grand momentum, and the scene was also extremely spectacular.

"As an encouragement, the clan will distribute a Qi Gathering Powder and a Black and White Gold to none of you. Of course, the competition this time is too far away, we will naturally arrange for you to get a carriage to take you there, so as to not let the ninety-nine youths of my Yang Family lose face."

"I'll call one next. Bring one up, and after you receive it, leave. If you can cultivate just a bit more, then you have an extra bit of strength!"

From the audience, another unified voice rang out.

Of course, there were also two people whose faces were a bit ugly.

One of them was Yang Faan, the other was Wang Thirteen, the shameless young man who had entered Yang Faan's house.

Wang Shisuo also agreed, but when he saw Yang Faan frown and look unhappy, he immediately changed his face.

"Yang San, Yang Yue, Yang …" The Great Elder Yang Hu Xiong called out a name and walked up to one of them.

Not long after, the 99 papers were sent out. Yang Huxiong was very happy as he continued his discussion, and he was just about to dismiss everyone, but Yang Faan suddenly stood up and shouted, "Great Elder! "What about mine?"

Yang Faan strode forward, and Wang Thirteen followed.

Yang Faan accidentally stepped on an old lady. The old lady was about to curse, but was immediately silenced by Wang Thirteen's loud roar.

However, her expression was very ugly.

Yang Faan walked in front of Yang Hu Xiong. Wang Thirteen understood very well. He directly moved a chair behind Yang Faan and sat down. A hand pressed against the armrest to support his head.

He looked at Yang Hu Xiong with a friendly expression.

"Yang Faan, you're too presumptuous!" The Third Elder roared as the veins on his forehead bulged.

However, Yang Faan didn't even look at him.

"I'm asking you, Great Elder. Where's mine?"

Yang Hu coldly snorted, "As a descendant of this generation, you are the strongest. What use are those things to you? Moreover, don't worry, not only do you not have any medicine, you don't even have a carriage to give me!"

"On what basis?" Yang Faan tilted his head.

"You are not worthy!" Yang Hu Xiong sneered.

Yang Faan raised his head, "Then you have to wait for me to come back!"

After that, Yang Faan and Wang Thirteen left. When Wang Thirteen walked out of the door, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Hu Xiong, causing him to feel a hint of danger.

He only glanced at it once, but Wang Thirteen spat on the floor of the council chamber in order to understand what was going on.

"Big brother, why didn't you hit him? That old fellow must be properly tidied up."

Yang Faan stopped and looked towards the council chamber.

"Behind that wall, there is an Upper Sky warrior. If I attack, I will be fine, but you will die!"

Wang Thirteen was startled. "Big Brother, don't scare me like that. He's a Xiantian, an existence that can almost become the lord of a city!"

"That's nothing, I am the strongest under the Xiantian realm!"

"Then wouldn't I be the strongest brother below the Xiantian realm!"

The two of them chatted happily along the way.

However, Yang Faan's smile disappeared after he entered the house. He walked into the room, came in front of the altar, bowed to the altar, and took a short sword from the altar.

He then walked up to a grindstone and sharpened his sword.

Wang Shisan originally wanted to ask how he could properly touch the sword, but in the end, he chose to shut his mouth.

The short sword was not even the size of a palm and was already incomparably sharp. With just a slight scratch, it would probably be able to split open a rock.

Looking at the sharpened dagger, he drew a line on his sleeve and placed it in his sleeve.

After walking to a wide area, a gust of wind blew Wang Thirteen away, causing him to have no choice but to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found that Yang Faan's shadow could no longer be seen.

There was only moonlight, an empty courtyard, and a gust of wind.

He touched his head and was about to shout when he felt a chill down his neck.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suppressed the fear in his heart. "Big brother, save me!"

At this moment, the chill disappeared and Yang Faan walked behind him.

"This is a type of assassination technique that I looked down upon in the past. It's called assassination attempt. Originally, I didn't want to use it, but that feeling of danger just now scared me. That person is too strong!"

He strode into the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

Wang Shisan couldn't help but praise how handsome he was.

The night passed, and dawn arrived. Yang Faan opened his eyes again and walked out of the room. Wang Shisan was still sound asleep …

… ….

Outside the city of Hsing City, the four great families had already gathered, but only Yang Faan had yet to stop.

Since Yang Hu Xiong had already spoken, then naturally there was no place for him.

Yang Huxiong narrowed his eyes at Yang Faan, who was walking alone, and revealed a strange smile.

Eighth Master Zhao carried Yang Qian'er and pointed at Yang Faan's position.

Yang Qian'er looked at her brother, who was walking alone, and said with tears in her eyes, "Big brother is a great hero."

The Great Elder and the Patriarch of the other clans had already arrived.

Of course, Mayor Han Zun also came.

Han Jiu'er was sitting on the city wall in the middle of the city. She was wearing a black robe and was holding a gourd in her arms.

"Daddy, why did that person go alone!"

Han Zun narrowed his eyes as he looked at Yang Faan's lonely back, "If possible, you must befriend him in the future."

Han Jiu'er turned her head and blinked her eyes. She looked at Han Zun in puzzlement, "Father, you want me to marry him?"

Han Zun rolled his eyes at his daughter.

"Then father, where's the great fool?"

"I have something to do."

"What about that damn pervert?"

As soon as Han Jiu'er finished speaking, a group of guards carried a huge bed with a curtain on it and placed it on the city wall.

Han Jiu'er immediately covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to laugh.

Han Zun walked to the bedside, and Han Wuxuan, who had a pale face, immediately stuck his head out.

"Dad, I forgot!"

Han Zun didn't want to talk to him at all. With a tug, he flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

"Oh, shame, shame. You don't even know how to wear clothes at such a young age!" Han Jiu'er laughed loudly.

"You dead idiot, you …" Han Wuxuan stood up and was about to teach his sister a lesson, but Han Zun kicked him directly and sent him flying down the wall.

His clothes followed.