Chapter 112

"Pa!" Reese was so angry that he smashed the cup in his hand. His handsome and romantic face became distorted because of anger. When the others in the room saw him so angry, they sat silent one by one. Their appearance fell into Riels' eyes, which stimulated him to be angry and scold without manners.

"What's the use of us? Didn't you say you won both of them?" said a bearded priest less cheerfully. "Anger doesn't make you worse, Mr. Reese. You're out of your temper."

More than a dozen of them are teammates, not superiors and subordinates. Even if riles has the support of the state behind them, it does not mean that they should be scolded by riles. Among these people present, who is not a respected big man, how can they stand Riels' attitude.

"At this time, you dislike my gaffe," Reese sneered, "You are respected gentlemen and ladies in China. How could you be so embarrassed by two young people today? Chinese culture has been inherited for thousands of years and is blessed with unique luck. They have discovered our actions before we know their dragon vein. The wastes arranged in China have done nothing except kill a few useless young magicians Cheng, but he was also controlled by Huaxia. Even the Heavenly Master we invited with great effort is now in a coma because of reverse phage. What can we do to deal with the xuanshu world of Huaxia? "

"No, riles, it's not honorable," the priest shook his head. "It's not a gentleman to use conspiracy to attack warlocks in other countries."

"Gentleman?" Reese sneered, throwing his eyes at the priest like a knife. "It's ridiculous that you pay attention to gentleman's demeanor at this time."

China will step on their heads and pay attention to gentlemen. For hundreds of years, no one is a gentleman. When you arrive here, you will remember the so-called gentlemanly demeanor.

Everyone in the room calmed down. Some of them agreed with riles and some thought it was not very good. However, things have reached this point, and it is meaningless to quarrel any more. At today's seminar, people in Huaxia were obviously very targeted at them, which made them lose face.

The tone in their hearts has not dispersed yet.

I don't know how Chinese people can cite scriptures. They not only take the deeds in Chinese history as examples, but also know their country's history clearly. Are they reciting the history of various countries when they are free?

At this point, Chinese people are always so magical.

"The fight will be held in a day," Reese glanced at his teammates in the room. "We have only one target to deal with."

"The Chinese warlock named Qi Yan is said to be a very promising Warlock of the young generation in China. Even if we can't kill him, we will waste his skills."

"But..." before the priest finished, he was interrupted by Riels.

"No, but," said Reese fiercely, "for our king and our people, we must do so."

"Well, well," someone finally said after a long silence in the room, "what if we can't fight him?"

"You are all very powerful magicians. Why can't you take a young man?" Reese was almost laughed by these people. "If so, you won't have the face to go back to see your majesty."

In Riels' opinion, the warlock named Qi Yan really has some skills, but he is only the better one of the young warlock generation. When it comes to the competition, there is no way in case of an accident. At that time, it's a big deal that they can compensate for a loss and destroy one of the hopes of the next generation of Chinese warlocks. Even if they spend a sum of money, it's not a loss 。

The next day, the representatives of all countries did not walk around, but stayed in the room to discuss various strategies. Qi Yan, as the youngest warlock in the Chinese delegation, should be the key protection object. However, due to his extraordinary school, even the master was a big man who once caused a sensation in the whole country, and his own ability was extraordinary, he has become the main force of the Chinese delegation One.

"Luo shanguo will definitely take the opportunity to target us this time. Master Qi may be their main target of attack," master Zhao looked at Qi Yan. "I have several defense magic tools to carry with me. If master Qi doesn't dislike it, I'd better take them with me tomorrow."

Other masters also expressed their willingness to lend Qi Yan their defense magic tools.

"I appreciate your kindness, but all the predecessors here are respected masters. Luo shanguo is ambitious, so why don't you stare at you?" Qi Yanchao smiled gratefully. "I also brought defense tools this time, but I don't have enough experience. Please remind me more tomorrow."

The masters were not angry at Qi Yan's refusal, but felt that Qi Yan thought very considerate. After discussing with each other, they felt that Qi Yan's plan was also right. If they could not protect themselves, how could they protect these younger generations?

"We'll do it tomorrow... Again." the people gathered together and finally made a plan.

Qi Yan returned to the room and saw Cen Baihe reading the documents again. He came to him and said with guilt: "I wanted to have fun with you on this island. How do you know there are so many things? Is it boring to let you stay in the room alone?"

"Don't think too much," Cen Baihe turned his head, touched Qi Yan's head and smiled. "The air here is very good. I'm more energetic when dealing with documents. Besides, business is more important. After the exchange meeting, we'll play slowly for two days."

"OK," Qi Yan put his hand around his neck and rubbed his head between his neck. "Then we'll catch crabs and find some seafood. Let the cook help us process and eat slowly."

"OK," said Cen Baihe, "I'm glad to accompany you out and let all the masters in the xuanshu world know that I'm your boyfriend."

"Really?" Qi Yan smiled and pinched Cen Baihe's ears. He didn't know when he formed the habit. When he was bored, he liked to pinch Cen Baihe's ears, because his ears are warm and soft. If he pinched them a little, they will be red, which is a special contrast with him.

"Really," Cen Baihe held his disorderly hand, "when you go back, I'll take you to public, okay?"

He wanted to tell the world that Qi Yan had been with him.

"Aren't you afraid that after our relationship is made public, it will affect the company's business?" Qi Yan chuckled. "But I feel a sense of achievement when I think that Cen Wuye, who is feared by countless people in the imperial capital and wants to please, has become a minister under jeans."

"Not afraid," Cen Baihe thought, "if business is bad, let your brother and sister raise us. What's more, you can see that Feng Shui fortune telling is so powerful that you won't starve us."

"So when those childe brothers of the imperial capital mention you later, they will become the cen fifth master who eats a soft meal," Qi Yan thought of such a scene and inexplicably felt that it seemed very good.

"It's not natural for me to eat my man's soft rice?" Cen Baihe looked down at Qi Yan. "Are you right, huh?"

At this time, a phone came in unremittingly. Cen Baihe helped him take his mobile phone, "it's your friend's phone."

Qi Yan took the phone and saw that the caller showed the third.

"Old three."

"Aren't you in the imperial capital now?" Wang hang thought of Qi Yan's ability and didn't ask where Qi Yan is now. "I have another thing to trouble you."

"What's the matter?" Qi Yan leaned on Cen Baihe and said in a good mood, "fortune telling, Feng Shui or dragon point?"

"Cough, I really want to ask you for help to see the feng shui of yinzhai," Wang hang said directly without being polite to Qi Yan, "My mother's relative's elder died. Before she died, the old man wanted the younger generation to send her back to her hometown for burial. Now the person has been cremated and the urn is still on the mourning hall. I want to ask a master of Feng Shui with real skills to help me. Everything about the cost is easy to talk about. I just think who should do it. It's better for you to do it. So I want to ask you. You've been doing it recently Do you have time to help me run? "

Qi Yan knew that Wang hang meant well. He thought it would be better to earn money for his brothers than to earn money for others. He thought and said, "I may not have time in recent days. If your relatives have no opinion, I can go with them in ten days."

"OK, that's no problem," said Wang hang with a smile. "The family has nothing else, but money. When you should kill it, don't be polite to me and don't talk about friendship prices. The more money you make from him, the happier I am."

"Is this your relative or your enemy?" Qi Yan felt that Wang Hang's tone was not like sharing worries for relatives.

"It's not an enemy. Anyway, it's just old stories about old millet and rotten sesame seeds. It's not interesting to say now. OK, I won't bother you. See you in the imperial capital. Bye."

When they went downstairs for dinner, it was already dark. They picked up their favorite food shoulder to shoulder and sat down at an empty table. Just after eating two chopsticks, there was another person on the table next to them. Qi Yan turned his head and looked at the other side. His eyes were opposite. Even if they turned their heads away.

LV Gang is in a bad mood. He can't understand why he can still meet Qi Yan because he has deliberately avoided the peak of dinner time?

There were few people in the restaurant and it was very quiet. LV Gang could even hear Qi Yan's chopsticks touching the dishes.

"I don't want celery."

"Give it to me."

LV Gang: isn't it celery? Is there anything you can't eat?

"How picky you were when we first met. Now I've finally cured this problem."

LV Gang: Yes, CEN Wuye, who is feared by countless people in the imperial capital, was lured into a fag by you. If you don't say it, you don't even dislike the rice in other people's bowls. I don't know if Cen Qiusheng will be five or six years old when he knows that his baby son picks up the dishes that others don't want?

A meal, LV gang did not remember what he ate, but make complaints about Qi Yan.

Sure enough, no matter what he thought, he still couldn't have a good impression of Qi Yan.

When entering the elevator, the three met again at the entrance of the elevator. Qi Yan and Cen Baihe stood in the left corner and LV Gang stood in the right corner. The three were completely different, and the well water did not offend the river. When the elevator door was closed, LV Gang's yin-yang strange airway, "If you are stupid, don't let everyone believe it. Luo shanguo tried to bribe me and let me plot against you behind my back. I didn't agree. But that doesn't mean that others are not interested. You should know your face and don't know your heart. You are a young hairy boy. Don't try to be a hero if you don't know anything. When you die, there won't be many people praising you as a good man who saves hardships and difficulties. You have a long brain Son, don't have only one face to see. "

Qi Yan raised his eyebrow: "if you're worried, just say it. Don't be so awkward. I won't laugh at you."

"Who is worried about you?" Lu Gang sneered. "I just don't want you to lose in the hands of others and lose my Chinese face."

"Ding." the elevator reached the fifth floor, the elevator door opened, and LV Gang walked out with Qi Yan first.

"My master's things are still with you. Who am I looking for when you die?"

Qi Yan and Cen Baihe walked out of the elevator and watched LV Gang leave in a hurry with his head held high. He couldn't help saying to Cen Baihe, "a teenager who is proud and charming is called Meng. A man of nearly 40 is proud and charming. What's his name?"

CEN Baihe laughed: "since you know his character, why make trouble with him?"

"I'm not used to his bad temper," Qi Yan snorted, but his tone softened. "I really don't know how to mix with him in the metaphysical world in the future."

In the past, no matter how bad his temper was, others had to be patient with master Qian's face. Now master Qian is gone. He has a bad temper and ordinary skills. Who can give him face?

"Why do you worry about him?" Cen Baihe took his hand and went back to his room. "If he doesn't understand this truth, someone will teach him in the future."

Qi Yan shook his head and sighed, "I've collected master Qian's protection fee. I can't let them be bullied by others."

CEN Baihe wants to say that you may be the most cruel bully.

"He's in a bad mood and needs to be honed," Qi Yan said with emotion with his hand behind his back. "It seems that master Qian's little apprentice is the most worry-free."

CEN Baihe lowered his head and said faintly, "it seems that you have a deep impression of her."

"Don't think too much."

"I didn't think of anything."

Qi Yan:

On the day of the fight, the weather was particularly good. White clouds floated in the blue sky, like soft and delicious marshmallows, which made people feel better after looking more.

Qi Yan changed into the Bagua robe left by his master and some small magic tools. When he entered the competition field, he put the baby fist size goggles on Cen Baihe.

"Qian Qian," Cen Baihe called Qi Yan and straightened his robe for him. "Be careful."

Qi Yan saw that when Cen Baihe said this sentence, a large mass of purple gas seemed to follow his master's heart and enter his body.

"I'm right here," Cen Baihe reached out and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "go."

"Hmm..." Qi Yan nodded and turned to the fighting platform.

LV Gang, who arrived late, saw Qi Yan's robe, and his face suddenly changed.

Qi Yanlian has such precious robes. How can he rare his master's tools?

This is a robe recorded in the books of the metaphysical world, and it only exists in legends