Chapter 115

July is like a fire, the sun is scorching, and the afternoon sun is even more hot. In this hot weather, most people choose to turn on the air conditioner in the house to enjoy the cool, and then drink some ice water to reduce their body temperature. It is indeed a very desirable thing.

Kyoto, Siheyuan, ye Xuan's temporary residence.

Ye Xuan is very leisurely. He lies back in the rocking chair and closes his eyes, while twenty-five death guards are kneeling under the poisonous sun.

Hoo!

The air burst, slowly opened their eyes, and a cruel and indifferent blood light crossed the fundus of the death guard's eyes. They were full of Qi, which made the surrounding air burst more than ever.

"Thank you for your cultivation." The death guard knelt on his knees and thanked Ye Xuan respectfully.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and said calmly in his voice, "although I'll show you the topping method and let you step into the ancient martial master in three days, after all, this is an act of pulling seedlings to encourage you. You have strength now, but you don't know anything about the way of attack. You need more training."

As the leader of the God of death, Huang pangzi didn't have the dignity of the leader at all. Instead, he flattered Ye Xuan like a philistine merchant and said, "your old man's cultivation is unparalleled. It's a blessing that we can become your personal guard in previous generations. Please pass on the way of martial arts skills and let us make further progress."

Looking at Huang pangzi's servile appearance, ye Xuan smiled and looked at Huang pangzi's eyes, showing a touch of appreciation.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Huang pangzi doesn't have any dignity, but in the eyes of Ye Xuan, Huang pangzi is the most terrible of these people. Don't look at his smile on the surface. When it comes to insidious and cruel, he is definitely the first person in the four groups, which is why Ye Xuan made him the leader of the God of death.

"In my opinion, the so-called martial arts are just killing skills, and what you want to learn is naturally not the so-called fighting skills of ancient martial artists. What I want to give you is also the real killing skills."

With the sound of Ye Xuan's voice, the God of death, Wei Ning, listened attentively and engraved the killing skills described by Ye Xuan in his mind. As for how much they can understand, it all depends on their own understanding.

It has been three days since Ye Xuan founded the underworld.

During the three-day period, he directly promoted the death guard from an ordinary person to the ancient martial arts master, which is also for the death guard to help him as soon as possible.

If this matter is spread to the outside world, I'm afraid some people will think it's a fantasy, but in the eyes of Ye Xuan, an immortal during the robbery period, the so-called master of ancient martial arts is just like this. If he wants, he can promote these people to a congenital state.

While ye Xuan was preaching, a pleasant telephone ring came, which also asked Ye Xuan to disperse the people and pick up the phone.

"Well done."

"Let them wait for me at the headquarters of the armed security department."

As ye Xuan hung up the phone, a smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

Linglong called and told ye Xuan that the group leader of group 8 had returned and was waiting for ye Xuan's arrival at the moment.

"Fat Huang, do you want to meet the legendary Secretary of Wu'an?" Ye Xuan smiled.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Huang pangzi was surprised and his eyes turned. He knew that ye Xuan wanted to cultivate himself. He quickly bowed down and said, "I've heard that there are eight leaders of Wu'an department, all of whom are people with unique skills. If you can meet them, it's a blessing for your subordinates."

Ye Xuan likes smart people very much. No doubt, Huang pangzi is a smart person, and ye Xuan will spare no effort to cultivate smart people loyal to him.

"Wu'an department, I hope you don't let me down." Ye Xuan whispered to himself, then strode towards the door and asked Huang pangzi to follow.

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Headquarters of the armed security department, conference room.

The group leader of the Eighth National Congress is sitting here. Tianzu xuanzu is the new group leader. Previously, Bai Langming died in the hands of Ye Xuan in the WuBi ceremony. It can be said that he had a great hatred with these two groups.

The two newly appointed team leaders are all dwarfs. They were promoted from the original deputy team leader. They are just ordinary ancient martial masters. They naturally know ye Xuan and are extremely afraid.

But the two groups have already formed a grudge against Ye Xuan. As the new team leader, they naturally can't show their fear of Ye Xuan. At the moment, they sit in it with a solemn smile.

The other team leaders looked different. Only Qinglong was glowing and was looking forward to the arrival of Ye Xuan.

Step - step - step.

A slight sound of footsteps came from outside the door, which also changed the face of the group leader of the eighth group. He hurriedly stood up and looked out of the door.

Ye Xuan, dressed in black, with gray hair hanging behind his head, strolled into the conference room.

Huang pangzi, with a philistine smile on his face, closely followed Ye Xuan. When he saw the group leader of the eight groups, he was more servile, and his face was full of flattery.

"I've seen Mr. Ye."

The leader of the Eighth National Congress of the Communist Party of China (CPC) held his fist and saluted, and his posture was very low. Obviously, since the battle between Ye Xuan and Li Huantian, he completely established his supreme prestige.

Ye Xuan smiled and gave people a spring breeze and rain like temperament. He was slightly lazy and sat in the center, and then looked around the people present, so that people didn't dare to look at him.

But ye Xuan's move made the group leader of the eighth group show a trace of dissatisfaction,

Because ye Xuan's seat is the position of director general Wu'an, symbolizing the highest power of Wu'an.

Of course, director Wu'an is just an ordinary person. The eight team leaders didn't pay attention to this person at all.

But ye Xuan is different. Since the war with Li Huantian, his reputation has spread abroad and deterred eight groups of members. Now he takes the initiative to sit in this position. Does he want to take charge of the whole Wu'an department?

When the idea emerged in everyone's mind, everyone's face was very ugly, and the atmosphere in the conference room was suppressed at the moment.

"What are you doing standing?"

"Sit down."

As ye Xuan's voice fell, the eight team leaders breathed. It was obvious that Mr. Ye was not good at coming and regarded them as subordinates, which made the eight team leaders feel extremely uneasy.

Ye Xuan leaned back in his chair without making a sound, while the fat yellow man stood beside Ye Xuan with a flattering smile on his face. He just looked at the eyes of the eight team leaders and vaguely flashed a gloomy color.

Da da da!

Ye Xuan clasped the conference table with his palms and fingers, and a rhythmic voice was coming. An extremely repressive atmosphere was spreading, which also made the eight team leaders on pins and needles.

Finally, Tianyu took the lead in breaking the calm, bowed to Ye Xuan and said, "Mr. Ye, you have been missing for half a year. When you return to Wu'an department, you call me here. What can I do for you?"

"Ha ha!"

Ye Xuan smiled. He really smiled, but his smile made people shudder.

"I don't like nonsense. Don't you know why I called you here?"

Ye Xuan is lazy and makes a sound, but falls into the ears of the people, but makes them feel cold at the bottom of their hearts.