Ye Xuanhong looked at Zhou Meiqin lovingly and nodded gently. As the future head of the family, it should not be difficult for him to get a book of exercises. Even if the exercises were taken by Yingtian as his own, he would not regret it.

Reluctant to let his child trap the wolf, he used a copy of Xuan-level martial arts and martial arts that the Ye family had no need for the time being to exchange for his daughter's happiness and his own future. He felt that he would make a sure profit.

The three of them discussed and decided. When Ye Xuanhong walked to his daughter's room upstairs, Zhou Meiqin and Xie Linfu looked at each other and smiled. Finally, through tacit cooperation, they were done.

This day was Father's Day. After kneeling down and kowtowing in front of the tomb, the three Yingtian brothers and sisters began to practice Qigong.

Yesterday, Yingtian went to the Liang family to look for a spear-related skill book for Han Bing, but failed. Liang family martial artists generally use sticks and knives, and there has been no secret of spear skills for many years.

Han Bing heard that he couldn't get the exercise book he wanted. He was in a bad mood for the past two days and couldn't get motivated to practice.

When Yingtian saw his younger brother looking lazy, he felt a little distressed and helpless. However, he thought that after going to college in the provincial capital, he might have a chance to find a spear technique book.

At this time, a phone rang. Yingtian walked to the bluestone, picked up the phone and heard Zhihan's soft voice: "Yingtian, are you free tonight? My dad... wants to see you."

In the large pink bedroom on the second floor of the Ye family, Ye Zhihan, who was sitting in front of the window with a flushed face, was shyly talking on the phone to Yingtian.

It should be a good sign that my father wants to see him in person, right? He knows that we are in love and wants to help us reject the Zhou family in the provincial capital?

Zhihan's pure and kind heart is full of good things, because her father's love all the time makes it impossible for her to have the slightest idea of ​​​​beating the mandarin ducks. The bad guy Zhou Mochen is really untrustworthy, he is just a clown who slanders his father.

Ye Zhihan bit her lips while thinking about her thoughts, and the smile on her face bloomed happily like a peach blossom in warm spring.

At this time, Yingtian was a little puzzled. He asked carefully: "Zhihan, I'm free. Does your father have anything to do with me?"

Zhihan was filled with joy and said cheerfully: "My dad also has a book of exercises to give to you and asks you to come to Baita Mountain at nine o'clock in the evening."

Yingtian thought for a moment. His father had told him before that the place of the White Tower was a sacred place for warriors, and there was nothing wrong with transferring the skill books there.

He no longer thought about it. He had unconditional trust in Zhihan. Then, he asked curiously: "Zhihan, do you know what the exercise book is?"

"Let me see... Fortunately, I remembered it." Zhihan said while taking out the notebook from the drawer.

At the same time, Yingtian's cell phone heard the sound of flipping papers. After a while, he heard Zhihan say: "A book on marksmanship called "Tianlong Po", my dad said it seemed to be a mid-level Xuan-level book. Of."

Yingtian was overjoyed and almost jumped with excitement. Then, he couldn't help but kiss "Bah!" on his phone.

Haha, someone will give you a pillow when you feel sleepy. If Zhihan were in front of him at this time, he would hug her warmly.

On the other end of the phone, Zhihan was already intoxicated by the kiss that reflected the sky, her cheeks were flying, and she was fascinated.

The sky is gradually getting darker, and there are only a few tourists visiting Baita Mountain.

At this time, only "squeak!" was heard at the bottom of the mountain. After a few brake sounds, a dozen warriors hurriedly ran up the mountain.

There was another "crash!" sound as the car door opened, and a warrior with a beard stepped out of the car in a domineering manner. This man, who was clearly a second-level master, was surrounded by two late-stage innate warriors.

Go down slowly and climb the steps.

The Nangong family worked very hard to capture Yingtian. After a while, under the powerful clearing by the warriors, no one could be found within one kilometer of the white tower. Even the warriors of the Nangong family hid their figures and disappeared.

After a while, in the misty night, a slightly thin figure appeared on the mountainside, playing with a flute in his hand. His brisk footsteps were accompanied by humming and lowing, and he was walking quickly in the direction of the White Tower.

go.

At this time, a girl with flowing hair and a rosy face stood under the towering white tower. Not far behind her, a young couple was sitting in a Peugeot business car. They were whispering and waiting patiently.

"Zhihan, you've been waiting for a long time." Ye Zhihan turned his head when he heard the sound, only to see Yingtian standing in front of him.

"No...I just arrived a while ago." In the night, Ye Zhihan was like a little girl, a little shy. In the quiet night, a man and a woman were dating, and their eyes met each other with so much affection. How could she not feel overwhelmed and feel shy?

At this time, Yingtian was not on the same channel as Zhihan. He asked anxiously: "Where is your father?"

"They are in the car. I'll call him over." Zhihan said, and handed the "Tianlong Po" in her hand to Yingtian: "My dad gave this to you. I wonder if you like it?"

Yingtian stretched out his hand to take "Tianlong Po" and said gratefully: "Zhihan, thank you dad, and thank you too."

Zhihan whispered sheepishly: "It's okay, as long as it's useful to you. Just wait, I'll call my dad over right away." After saying that, she happily trotted towards the commercial car.

In fact, Ye Xuanhong saw Tang Yingtian coming from a distance before, so he didn't have to take out the Xuan-level Kung Fu book. But he felt that he owed Tang Yingtian for this matter, and felt guilty and wanted to atone for his sins. Therefore, he handed the Kung Fu book to him first.

I met Zhihan and wanted to lend my daughter’s hand to express my regret.

Yingtian looked at the "Tian Long Po" in his hand, as if he saw Han Bing's smiling face, and carefully put it into his arms.

At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of the car starting, which seemed to be mixed with Zhihan's sad crying. His heart tightened suddenly, and he was about to rush forward.

There was a burst of sound, and Yingtian found himself instantly surrounded by seven or eight warriors. "Boy, we meet again." Not far away, a bearded man led several warriors over.

Yingtian took a closer look and understood the current situation. He took out the steel flute and said with a sneer: "Haha, it turns out he is from the Nangong family. He really thinks highly of me, and there are so many losers here." Of course he recognized this bearded man.

Hu was the grandmaster who attacked him in the black market boxing ring.

The bearded man smiled contemptuously and said, "You brat, if you go back with me today, I will spare your life."

Everyone around looked a little disappointed and confused when they saw that the one being surrounded was just a boy who had just entered the late stage of Xiantian.

For such a guy, is it necessary for the head of the family to send so many people here? Moreover, Nangong Jie personally led the team. It was really killing a chicken with a knife---making a fuss out of a molehill. At this time, each of them lost the energy they had just now and curled their lips.

He pointed with disdain.

Yingtian's face was calm, and he mustered up his energy to deal with the enemy cautiously. He quickly looked around and found out that except for the grandmaster Luo Hu, the others were all middle-to-late-level innate warriors, or even peak warriors.
Chapter completed!