can only think of a way, find a topic, and eat slowly.

There is a feeling that it is best to chat for an afternoon.

When talking about the martial artist, Shihua looked at him.

"He is the martial artist I was looking for, how about it? Are you interested in introducing the younger generation to my practice?"

"He?" The girl called Xiaoye pointed at Wen Ping, "He looks the same age as ours, isn't it appropriate to be a martial artist?"

A martial artist is experienced and well-informed, so that he can better teach young people to practice.

Can Wen Ping, how do you look like it is not like.

Shihua smiled, and explained: "You really underestimated him, he is a seventh-tier cultivator."

"I'll go to the toilet."

There is no way, as soon as I talk about this matter, I can only slip away. I can't refuse to say it with action. Is this clear enough?

But as soon as I left the house and wandered to the top of the stairs, I suddenly heard a cry from behind, and the voice was quite familiar.

Even among the two or three hundred people, his voice is very unique.

Wen Ping turned around, then raised his gaze, and saw Yang Lele standing in the corridor on the third floor and waving at him.

"Sovereign, here."

There was a person standing beside Yang Lele. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in Chinese clothes, with piercing eyes and sharp eyes when he looked at people, but when he turned to Yang Lele, his face was a little spoiled.

No need to think too much, no need to pull old memories out of my mind, this middle-aged man must be Yang Zongxian, the contemporary patriarch of the Yang family.

A leading figure in the silk and cloth business that almost monopolizes the entire industry.

However, to the two of them, Wen Ping just nodded, didn't even think about going up to say hello, and didn't even have the thought of walking up to the third floor.

Wen Ping walked aside, patted Yun Liao and leaned against the door, "Okay, isn't it just for one meal?"

Yun Liao sighed, "50 gold a dish, but still in short supply, good things are really crazy."

"Fortunately, on the one hand, the key is that the owner of this Baifenglou knows how to do business and understand marketing. He has made a rule of three dishes and one soup, otherwise he won't be 50 gold a dish. Everyone wants it, even ordinary people. Willing to pour out everything in your bag to taste a plate."

"But compared to you, it's almost!"

Yun Liao suddenly came to Wen Ping's surprise.

After thinking carefully, Wen Ping couldn't help but laugh, Yun Liao resented his time limit.

Just as Wen Ping was thinking about where he was going next, Yang Lele walked down and bowed to the two of them.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun, my father said that he would like to see both of you. I would like to invite you to have a meal as a sign of gratitude."

"What to eat, three dishes and one soup, if you don't eat enough, just don't eat it." Yun Liao spit out.

Yang Lele quickly said, "As long as Elder Yun is willing to appreciate the light, he can eat whatever he wants. Baifeng Tower belongs to our house."

My disciple's restaurant!

Yun Liao was very happy, nodded and quickly agreed.

Someone invited dinner, Wen Ping naturally had no reason not to go.

So, both of them followed the guide to a private room on the third floor.

Pushed the door open, Wen Ping knew what the owner's freedom was. There were five private rooms on the four sides of Baifeng Building, and on the second floor, but here, this side was just one room. There are floor stalls in the house, square tables, flower tables, and bogu racks.

The most comfortable thing for Wen Ping is that freedom. The feeling of walking around if you want to walk is not ordinary.

"Sect Master Wen, Elder Yun!"

Yang Zongxian stood up, waved at the dancing dancer, and they walked out of the room beside Wen Ping.

Wen Ping nodded, and returned a gift, responding: "Clan Chief Yang, admiration for a long time."

Yun Liao didn't care about this. He really couldn't do it if he asked him to be a cultivator with 13 tiers to salute ordinary people.

But after all it was the other party's treat, and they were the host, Yun Liao nodded, and responded rather perfunctorily.

"Long Yang."

Yang Zongxian has been in business for decades, so he couldn't hear Yun Liao's tone, but he didn't feel the slightest movement.

Instead, he complimented, "Elder Yun really has a personality. He has been trained 13 times at a young age. He pointed to Tong Xuan and his future achievements are limitless. Please sit down and order whatever you want to eat. I immediately order someone to do it. "

Of course, Yang Zongxian is not a person who gets up early without profit.

If the Immortal Sect was before, he would definitely persuade his son to quit, and he didn't want to have any intersection with the Immortal Sect.

But now is different. From the words of his son, he can hear the extraordinary of Immortality. Especially after the betrayal of the relatives, a 13th cultivator who was so young chose to join the Immortal Sect. Couldn't it explain what the problem is?

The entry fee for the daughter.

The five-level entry standard for body training at the age of 15 years.

The combination of the three means that Wen Ping may have taken out the back hand left by his father, a back hand in the Profound Realm, which should not be underestimated.

After feeling Yang Zongxian's enthusiasm, Yun Liao ordered seven or eight dishes unceremoniously. Wen Ping did not want him to be as greedy, so he ordered six.

If there is something in this world that is more heart-warming and more ecstatic than when you break through cultivation, then it's something that you make with gluttony.

The people take food as their heaven. After this meal, Wen Ping estimated that after returning to the sect, seeing Yun Liao's dishes would be nauseous.

After drinking and eating, Yang Zongxian began to talk about his own affairs. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"By the way, Sect Master Wen, there is a young girl in my family. At the age of 14 years old, she also wants to worship the Immortal Sect. You see?" Yang Lele returned and said that he would be able to train in the Immortal Sect within a month. Sixfold.

If only this is the case, Yang Zongxian will not let his daughter join the Immortal Sect.

Because when Yang Lele said, he blamed all of this on the cultivation of the Immortal Sect, rather than his own talent.

When my son rose up, no matter who asked, he only used his talent to speak out.

"Clan Chief Yang, your son should have mentioned the entry standard of my Immortal Sect. If it meets the standard, I am willing to accept it."

"Almost, but the 14-year-old has already refining the body triple. There is definitely no problem with the quadruple body refining at the age of 14. I am willing to give more admission fee, 5000 gold coins, and please Sect Master Wen for your convenience."

Yun Liao stood aside, smiling without speaking.

He followed Wen Ping to accept the disciples for two days, refining the body 4 times, and he met four or five people with a slight difference.

Without exception, they were all rejected.

The daughter of Yang Zongxian must also end in this way.

As expected, Wen Ping shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Patriarch Yang, the immortal sect's rules are unbreakable. Even at the age of fourteen, even if it reaches the fourth level of body refining, it will not meet our entry standard. Don't say 5000 gold, even if it is ten thousand gold, the rules cannot be broken. "

When Wen Ping said this, he made a loud noise and gradually erased the smile on Yang Zongxian's face.

Yang Zongxian did not expect that this immortal sect's new lord's rules turned out to be like this. He originally thought it was to make money to develop the future.

Now it seems that the entry fee is just a means to show the current value of the Immortal Sect.