Chapter 797

Strictly speaking, this time the elite big ratio was not the Yang family. Yang Junping smiled at her and said, "is there any news in the family coming to you?"

Peng Shitong naturally wouldn't hide it from him and said frankly: "Several old people of the family come to the door to talk about it and see if they can relax the selection of core disciples by one or two places. After all, even core disciples, because their cultivation accomplishments are different, the cultivation resources provided by the family are also graded. The family resources enjoyed by a monk of the great perfect realm every month are enough for three or four core disciples of the evil Qi realm."

Yang Junping sneered: "Hey, hey, is this a test? No one dared to make such a rumor when Dad and big brother were in charge of family affairs. The so-called family elders were just some people who took them out as guns."

Peng Shitong nodded and said, "it seems that you have a foundation in your heart."

"It's not just about cultivating resources!"

Yang Junping glanced at her and sighed: "this may be the disadvantage of the family compared with the clan. Because of the maintenance of blood, the family should be more united than the clan, but it will also become more exclusive!"

Yang Junping paused and then said: "Why did dad and big brother encourage 28 friars with other names in 12 towns and two cities of elite Dabi to join? The purpose is to break this narrow blood relationship, not only to win the hearts of the people in the sphere of influence with an inclusive attitude, but also to let the Yang's children never indulge in the glory of famous families and families, and always attract real talents with an open vision and attitude."

"But it's only a few years since the rise of the Yang family, some people can't wait to jump out and want to be exclusive, and it's in the eye of the elite big ratio. Isn't this going to hit our father and son in the face?"

"Xenophobic?" Peng Shitong was puzzled.

Yang Junping nodded and said, "Su Baozhang, his surname is Su, not Yang, unless he can become the son-in-law of the Yang family."

Peng Shitong's face changed slightly and said, "you mean..."

"Brother Baozhang is actually with his wife these years..."

Han Xiusheng is now the fourth most important later monk in the martial arts realm, but he also knows that his cultivation is almost the top here in his life. He can advance to the fourth level because of the secret help of his sister and brother-in-law. Otherwise, based on his qualifications, he has no possibility to impact the Qingqi realm.

There was no hope for his accomplishments. Han Xiusheng naturally placed his hopes on the next generation of children. Unexpectedly, his two sons were not expected to practice. With the help of his status as shopkeeper Fu of the Yang family Caravan and the identity of the eldest wife and brother of the Yang family over the years, he reluctantly brought the accomplishments of his two sons to the martial arts realm.

Fortunately, as a monk in the later stage of Wu Renjing, Han Xiusheng had a life of 200 years. Although he was nearly 100 years old, he still looked energetic, so he put the hope of success in cultivation on his grandchildren.

Han Qianfeng's qualification is quite good, but his temperament is not very good. He always wants to play smart and take shortcuts. Han Xiusheng has devoted a lot of effort to this grandson and does not hesitate to use his identity to pick a lot of natural materials and earth treasures from the big tree of the Yang family for the grandson.

Such accomplishments are not bad. There are also supernatural powers and means. Even Han Xiusheng has a middle-class magic weapon that he prepared long before he entered the martial arts world. However, his foundation is not very solid. His strength ranks reluctantly among Yang's children of the same age. Such strength has no hope of winning elite disciples, and I'm afraid it's even difficult to select elite candidates at the beginning 。

Han Xiusheng took great pains for this grandson. He not only successfully transferred Han Qianfeng's identity from Yang's children to the elite seeds in wilderness town through the operation of his contacts over the years, but also saw an opportunity from the last lottery to take care of the seeds of elites with foreign names in the elite competition, and sent a large amount of jade coins to the responsible person without trace A young friar who drew lots at the scene got a promise that he would draw a good lot for his grandson.

The drawing of lots for the elite Dabi has begun. One by one, the lots to be fought are on the high platform. In full view of the public, they are drawn out on the spot and announced loudly. From time to time, the monks who are drawn respond loudly.

"At least we have to go through the first round. It would be better if we could go through the second round. At least grandpa and I have the confidence to beg your aunt or uncle Junshan!"

Han Xiusheng whispered to Han Qianfeng, who was about to draw.

Han Qianfeng already knew that his grandfather had paved the road for himself in advance, and his heart was already full of confidence. Han Xiusheng's instructions sounded more like nagging and absent-minded: "if you know, you can rest assured. I will pass this round!"

Han Qianfeng spoke in a loud voice. There were many Yang's children who knew him well. When they heard the speech and looked at him, they shouted a trace of contempt and ridicule.

Unexpectedly, these eyes made Han Qianfeng more and more elated: "A group of woodlouse, do not see many of you surnamed Yang, but my grandfather's elder sister is Yang's clan chief, Yang Tiangang, a real person. The famous Junshan real person I call a big uncle. Now I actually call on the Yang family's Jun Ping Zhen. I call a second uncle. How do you fix it higher than me?"

Han Qianfeng is imagining that in the past, those Yang family children who are stronger than himself fall behind themselves in the ranking in the big competition one by one, and then get the personal guidance of Grandpa Gu and immortal Junshan. In the future, he can ridicule these people as much as possible, the surface light of donkey dung and eggs, and the vanity is getting unprecedented satisfaction

Immersed in eroticism, Han Qianfeng suddenly felt that his surroundings seemed to be quiet. Han Qianfeng recovered, but saw the eyes of the people around him looking at himself.

When Han Qianfeng looked up at the high platform, he was seeing the young friar who had a deep "friendship" with his grandfather looking at the jade sign in his hand.

Oh, have you caught me? Hey, let me see which bad ass is worse than me. Look at the awesome and weird faces of the bastards around them. I'm afraid they are all envious of their little luck.

Han Qianfeng, whose face was full of excitement, turned to look at his grandfather, but Han Xiusheng looked gloomy as if he was going to drip water.

"Well, why, Grandpa's face is a little wrong..."

Han Qianfeng finally felt something wrong. He couldn't bear to aftertaste the eyes of the people around him, and suddenly looked at the high platform.

"Who was the other person who was called out just now?"

A young friar dressed in black and similar in age calmly stepped onto the high platform, took the jade swab in the somewhat stiff hand of the friar Yang who was responsible for drawing the lot, and then looked at Han Qianfeng, who was stunned and trembling under the high platform.

"I... fuck... Su... Su Chang'an?!"