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"Speak, who are you?" the Old Ancestor asked.

"His follower!" His previous state of mind seemed to have recovered some of his original personality.

"Purpose?" The Old Ancestor ignored his attitude.

"Let him live better here." The reason why he said it seemed to be true.

"Sure, but you still have to listen to me." The Old Ancestor actually believed him.

"Impossible, I only listen to the Young Master." He spoke as if what happened previously wasn't done by himself.

"Sure." "The Old Ancestor actually agreed." "Come in." The Old Ancestor was called the Ghost King.

"You told him to listen to me here." The Old Ancestor casually said.

"Remember, the Old Ancestor has the final say here. If you want to listen to him, you have to listen to him as well." The Spirit King did not hesitate.

"Yes, Young Master!" He entered the scene very quickly for no reason.

"You can stay in the room next to your young master's." The Old Ancestor said.

"Yes." With that, he left.

"This follower of yours is really not simple!" The Old Ancestor said.

"How can I choose a simple person?" The Ghost King said, "There's nothing else. I'm leaving. I'll fulfill the conditions tomorrow night. "

The Old Ancestor knew that the Ghost King was talking about the daily sparring.

The Ghost King and Wuwei both returned to their rooms to rest. They did not even have any conversations. They knew that this kind of conversation was not urgent, and the current ancestor would not believe in Wuwei's identity.

The reason they were so at ease was that regardless of whether the Old Ancestor believed them or not, it did not affect them much. All they wanted was to not have to hide forever. As long as the Old Ancestor did not know his true identity, there would be no problem.

Although Wuwei and the Ghost King did not have any big problems in the Hidden Family anymore, the outside world was currently in an uproar because of one matter. This matter was like this: the six bodyguards of the Jin'ling Royal Palace, who were the guardians of the young master of the Prince's Mansion before he left, without exception, or even after his bizarre death, not a single one of them was in the Palace anymore.

The Prince Nangong was very angry and decided to set up a stage on the 15th of this month in the largest square in Jinling to recruit all the world's martial artists and to promise a generous reward. People from the martial arts world had recently come to Jinling for this important event, making the normally bustling Jinling seem extremely crowded.

The inns and restaurants in Jinling were also overcrowded, and even some of the less well-known stores didn't have rooms to rent. It would be the 15th in a few days. Most of the martial artists had also come to Jinling.

In the largest inn in Jinling, a burly man was spitting at a table, "This time around, when Prince Jinling is competing in martial arts, I will definitely be first."

"Who do you think you are? Take first place? If that's the case, it would be our Red Sleeve Villa. " A charming voice sounded.

"If your master is still here, we would still be a bit afraid. "Now that your master has been killed by that hitman, your most promising red label has also died. What qualifications do you have to be so sissy? Stay away from them and don't ruin my appetite." The burly man mocked.

After the Manor Lord and the fourth disciple had been killed, the inside of the Red Sleeve Villa constantly fought for power and profit. Even though the eldest disciple had obtained the final victory, his vitality had been greatly damaged. Furthermore, the martial arts forces would not allow the Red Sleeves Villa to rise again. Thus, the Red Sleeves Villa was now in a decline.

"You?" The head disciple of the Red Sleeve Villa, the current Manor Lord, glanced at the big man and knew that this big man was the famous guard of the Ji Bei Yan Clan, Yan Tianxiong. He could only give up on the insulting words in his mouth. He just glared at the brother who was causing trouble previously.

"Say that you guys can't be provoked, get lost!" Seeing that the people from the Red Sleeve Villa did not dare to retort, the big fellow became even more arrogant.

"Even if they, the ladies of the Red Sleeve Villa, can't afford to offend you, it doesn't mean that you are anything, just a dog from the Yan Clan." A person who looked like an elegant young master mocked him.

Kid, which family are you from? You can't offend someone from the Yan Clan! Do you know that the Prince has personally sent someone to attend the Fourth Young Master's banquet? " This Yan Tianxiong was full of questions.

"That's right, it was a glorious scene. After that, the fourth young master of the Yan Clan died. This caused an even greater stir!" The Rise Young Master said.

"You!" Although Yan Tianxiong's kung fu was good, he was just like most people in the martial arts world and was not good at speaking. He would make his move if there were any disagreements.

Yan Tianxiong, this burly man, was about to use the Mountain Splitting Saber to look at this young master. Everyone was worried for him, but none of them dared to provoke the Yan Clan.

"How annoying!" You can't even eat in peace. " She raised her right hand, which was holding the chopsticks, and blocked the blade.

"A mantis blocking a chariot with its arms!" Yan Tianxiong sneered coldly.

"Is that so?" That elegant young master didn't even raise his head as he continued to eat the Yangtze River Fish on the table. It was as if he had tasted some sort of supreme delicacy.

However, what surprised everyone was that the chopsticks of that elegant young master had actually blocked the machete. Yan Tianxiong was unable to move his machete any further, as if the chopsticks were not made of wood but refined steel.

Yan Tianxiong was already covered in sweat, but he was still unwilling to give up.

"Young master, why do you need to lower yourself to the level of the Yan Clan's guards?" Just as Yan Tianxiong was about to collapse, a man in his thirties who sat with him said.

"You are?" Young Master Liao seemed to be very interested in the Yan Clan.

"I am the Yan Clan's Second Manager, Yan Jie. I am here to stand in front of the Yan Clan Patriarch and the others." The second young master of the Yan Clan spoke quite straightforwardly. Not only did he announce who he was, he also revealed that the clan head of the Yan Clan was also going to Jinling.

Hearing that the main guest of the Yan Clan had come, the surrounding people all felt that they could no longer continue watching the liveliness. Thus, they all greeted the Second Steward of the Yan Clan and left the inn.

Although there were many people who were afraid of death, there were still those who weren't.

For example, that elegant young master, a black clothed man and a beautiful woman. Of course, beside beautiful women, there would definitely be flower guards.

"You are too far behind." After the Rise Young Master said this, he flicked his finger lightly and Yan Tianxiong retreated a few steps back before falling onto the ground. Luckily, he did not bump into any of the tables or chairs.

"Young master, you love so much furniture, yet you're so heartless to people. Your way of doing things is really special." As Yan Jie said this, the surrounding people realized that the reason why Yan Tianxiong didn't crash into the table earlier was because of this young master's deliberate control. As a result, those who remained were even more certain that the person in front of them was definitely extraordinary.

"Oh, your eyesight isn't bad. It's just average." Young Master Rao's words of praise didn't seem to be pleasant to hear.

"If that's the case, then I won't embarrass myself in front of you. Young master, please slow down. I've used it before, so I'll have to go back now." Yan Ying was indeed a butler. He was different from the average martial artist. He would not easily fight with others.

"Steward Yan, take care!" Rise Young Master will not forget to say goodbye to you.

"How boring. I thought that he was trying to demoralize the Yan Clan!" The beauty showed considerable dissatisfaction.

"Second Miss, our Yan Clan belongs to the same bureaucracy as the Shangguan Clan, it's really not appropriate to cause too much trouble." That Rise Young Master explained.

"Why do you always have such a good temper!" The Second Miss was very dissatisfied. So this beauty was Shangguan Tingting of the Shangguan Family, but he didn't know the relationship between him and the young master.

"And if you attack like this, then you will be connected to the Red Sleeve Villa. It is not a good thing for the Shangguan family." The young master explained further.

"Oh. "Then I'll go back and rest." Shangguan Tingting knew she was in the wrong and left.

"Are you really willing to keep serving this miss?" The man in black who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up.

"It's difficult for a father to order his son around!" That young master didn't know why he would feel slightly unwilling towards such a beautiful lady.

"In that case, I'll be leaving first." As the black-clothed man spoke, he left.

Even if we can't find the Spirit King, there's no need to rush! "Martial arts fanatic!" The young master sighed helplessly and left the inn.

So the man in black was actually looking for the Spirit King to spar with!