Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 142: Empire Competition

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two Empires Competition

With Yang Chen's nod, Wu Shanhe came in quickly, stood at the door of Yang Chen's room, clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "Mr. Yang, I'm here."

This action immediately shocked the people around. They only knew that Yang Chen had a good relationship with the Alchemy Branch, but they never knew that Yang Chen had a relationship with the Martial Artist Association? And looking at Wu Shanhe's appearance, it seems to be very afraid of Yang Chen?

As Wu Shanhe's voice falls...

A voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe looked happy, walked in hurriedly, and then closed the door. He hugged Yang Chen in the room and said:

"Congratulations to foster father! Congratulations to foster father!"

Yang Chen raised his brows slightly and said amusedly: "Congratulations to me?"

Wu Shanhe smiled and said: "Congratulations to the foster father for winning the alchemy competition, congratulations to the foster father for defeating the Prince Gong's mansion, and congratulations to the foster father for furthering his cultivation!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't help laughing.

Helplessly said: "You, when did you learn to be as glib as others?"

Wu Shanhe said quickly: "This is not a glib tongue, but the truth!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but the foster father is a lot younger."

"It seems to be a lot more handsome, and the whole person is more energetic!"

"And this outfit is matched with a foster father, Kong Wu is really handsome, handsome and free!"

Wu Shanhe first praised Yang Chen from head to toe, and he wished to say his hair again, and Yang Chen smiled bitterly. However, if there are other people here at this moment, you will be dumbfounded to see the president of the Tangtang Warriors Association treat a junior in such respect?

"Okay." Yang Chen interrupted him, saying: "Don't fix those bells and whistles, sit down."

"Thank you righteous father!" Wu Shanhe hugged his fists, just sitting beside Yang Chen respectfully.

He looks restrained, like a schoolboy.

"What the **** did you ask me for today? Let's talk." Yang Chen said lightly. He remembered that he had told him before, let him be okay and don't run to him, so as not to expose his identity. But the other party dared to disobey his own mind, and there should be important things to come.

I just listened to Wu Shanhe slowly saying: "Has the foster father ever heard of the empire competition?"

Empire competition?

Yang Chen frowned and said, "Speak carefully."

"Okay!" Wu Shanhe immediately explained: "The so-called Imperial Grand Tournament is a competition jointly organized by the Warriors Association and the Empire to select talents from all over the country. At that time, not only the imperial capital, but the entire The geniuses of the Qingfeng Empire will come from all directions to participate in this competition."

"This game is also a relatively sensational event in the martial arts world. If you stand out in this game, you will be famous all over the world!"

"If you are outstanding, you will be able to get praise from the Empire and the Association."

Wu Shanhe slowly explained that he even slowed down his speech for fear that Yang Chen could not hear clearly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned and stared at him: "Little nose, you have been with me for tens of thousands of years. You should know my temper. Would you dare to ask me about this boring thing? "

Wu Shanhe knelt down with a "plop".

A nervous face: "No... I dare not get a little nose!"

"It's just that, in this game, please be sure to take part in your foster father!" Wu Shanhe said nervously, "It's also a favor for Little Snot, okay?"

"Help?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen was very puzzled: "Why, what trouble have you encountered?"

"Get up and talk first, don't move on your knees, you are already tens of thousands of years old, are you embarrassed?" Yang Chen said angrily.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was embarrassed, he didn't want to kneel, but Yang Chen's aura was too scary. And with the experience of the previous tens of thousands of years, as long as Yang Chen gets angry, not only him, but their four sons will kneel down reflexively!

However, Wu Shanhe stood up and said:

"Foster father did not know that this empire competition is not only a matter of the Qingfeng Empire, but also a major custom of our martial arts association. It will be held every ten years. And on this day, as long as there are our martial artists The empire where the association is stationed will hold a big competition."

Yang Chen raised his brows slightly and said: "So, not only is Qingfeng Empire, other countries will also hold it?"

"Yes!" Wu Shanhe patted his thigh, and immediately admired Yang Chen for his cleverness and wit...

"But, foster father, you don’t know that our Martial Arts Association is considered a role on the mainland, so there are branches in many places, such as Zhongzhou, Beihuang... Those places are full of talents and countless geniuses. If we want to compare with them, our Qingfeng Empire is still a lot worse!"

"So in the past few years, the old people in the club have used this as an excuse to laugh at me for being small, small and unable to find a master. Every time the empire is compared, they have to be mocked by them..." /

Wu Shanhe sighed and smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen can be said to understand: "You mean, let me participate in this competition, so that you can raise your head in front of the high-level members of the club?"

"Exactly! The foster father deserves to be a foster father. He is really witty, smart and agile!" Wu Shanhe said hastily, and by the way, he brought a set meal with a beard and a horse.

Yang Chen sneered and said:

"Little nose, little nose, who gave you the courage? Even I dare to use it?"

"Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Shanhe's smile stopped instantly, and he knelt down.

"Why are you kneeling again?" Yang Chen frowned, and said impatiently: "Can you be a little prosperous? Just kneel down? Get up and talk!"

"No... I won't get up if my foster father doesn't agree!" Wu Shanhe said lowly, and then hugged Yang Chen's thigh, begging: "Foster father! I am your son, now my son If you are in trouble, you can't ignore me!"

Yang Chen's head is black...

"You know, I don't like this kind of grandstanding stuff."

Wu Shanhe still hugged Yang Chen tightly, and refused to relax the slightest: "The foster father is for the sake of the little snot following you for tens of thousands of years. Have pity on me! Look at me, all It’s not easy to get rid of the old bones and be ridiculed every day!"

Wu Shanhe said, snot and tears, and said:

"Foster father, I have lost weight!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Chen almost spewed out old blood.

"Can you speak well and stop crying? Mature like me, okay?"

"No, my foster father will not get up if you don't promise me!"

"Can't you get up?"

"Don't get up!"

"I ask you again, can't you get up?"

"Don't get up!"

……

Looking at the other rogue's appearance, Yang Chen suddenly smiled bitterly, and said helplessly:

"Okay, okay, can't I promise you? Get up!"

"Don't rub your nose against my pants, it's disgusting!"

Yang Chen looked disgusted.