There was a rapid knock on the door. Zhang He, who had not slept for half the night, stood up and opened the door.
Fan Han respectfully handed over an envelope and said: "Sir, there are two people visiting outside the door, a middle-aged man and a girl. I asked them to propose their names, and they handed over a letter to present to you."
Zhang He was a little confused. He took the letter and read it carefully. The previous content was just some simple greetings and had no actual content.
But when he saw the three words "Mo Yunju" signed below, his face sank slightly. This person was his senior brother and the owner of the third crystal ball.
Now Mo Yunju is here probably because of the inheritance of ancestor Qinghong.
Zhang He fell into a brief silence. With the deaths of Yu Jun and Guan Qingsheng, the two crystal balls were in Ye Hao's hands. At this moment, Mo Yunju's appearance was also an opportunity for Ye Hao.
Zhang He didn't remain silent for long, "Take the guests to the living room."
Fan Han took the order and left. Zhang He changed into a set of clothes and came to the living room.
Not long after Zhang He came to the living room, Fan Han led two people over.
In front of you is a beautiful girl with skin as good as snow, and half a step behind is a middle-aged man with a slightly weathered face.
These two people officially met Chu Yue and Wang Pengtian, who had met Ye Yuntian once in Jian Xiaoyuan.
Zhang He looked slightly surprised when he saw the two of them. He originally thought that the middle-aged man Fan Han was talking about was his senior brother Mo Yunju, but it turned out to be a stranger.
More importantly, he felt that this middle-aged man was unfathomable and might be stronger than the young sect leader of the Yueshen Sect.
Chuyue walked into the living room under the leadership of Fan Han, clasped her fists at Zhang He and smiled slightly, "Chuyue has met Mr. Zhang!"
When Zhang He heard this name, his heart skipped a beat. Looking at Chu Yue's beautiful smiling face again, his expression changed again and he stood up hurriedly, "I have seen Jiu..."
Chuyue immediately waved her hand and said: "Master Zhang, I have hidden my identity when I go out this time, so there is no need to say anything more."
Zhang He immediately stopped talking and said with a smile: "Miss Yue's presence really makes the humble house shine. Please take a seat!"
Chuyue sat down with a smile, took out a bright crystal ball, and said straight to the point: "Master Zhang, I don't want to tell secrets. I am here just hoping to get the crystal ball in your hand. Of course, I won't do it in vain.
If you want something from you, you can set whatever conditions you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you as much as I can."
Zhang He had a bitter look on his face. When he saw the crystal ball, he knew that his senior brother Mo Yunju had been bribed. He was still thinking about how to get the crystal ball from Chu Yue. Unexpectedly, Chu Yue said directly that with his
In terms of status, there is no way to compete with Chuyue!
"Master Zhang, what do you mean by this expression? Do you think you don't like my promise?" Chu Yue raised her eyebrows slightly and asked calmly.
Zhang He hurriedly explained: "What did Miss Yue say? To be honest, the crystal ball in my hand has been given to my nephew. I have no right to dispose of it. I'm afraid I have to discuss this matter with my nephew."
Chuyue asked: "Oh? I wonder if Mr. Zhang's nephew is at home?"
Zhang He nodded and shouted to Fan Han who was guarding the door, "Go and invite Hao'er!"
Fan Han responded and left quickly.
Zhang He said with a smile: "Miss Yue, drink some tea first and wait a moment."
Zhang He knew that Chuyue had a distinguished status and wanted Ye Hao to make good friends with her. Anyway, he could see that Ye Hao didn't care about the inheritance of ancestor Qinghong at all.
Chuyue nodded, picked up the tea, and waited quietly.
Fan Han knocked on Ye Hao's door, only to find that Ye Hao was no longer in the room. He knew that the guests in the living room were distinguished and not suitable for waiting for a long time, so he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Fan Han quickly came to the gate and asked the newly recruited gate guard, "When did Master Ye Hao go out?"
The guard replied: "I went out at dawn, almost two hours ago."
Fan Han asked again: "Did you tell me where you went?"
The guard shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I don't dare to ask."
Fan Han's brows turned into knots. The young master had gone out. He didn't know where he went and couldn't find it, so he had to report it truthfully.
Just as he was about to leave, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from far away, and the five horses stopped at the gate of Zhizhou Mansion.
Five strong young men turned over and dismounted. They were wearing light armor, with short knives on their left waist and a long sword on their right. Their movements were uniform, and an aura of iron-blooded killing emanated from every move they made.
The leader's face was stern and indifferent. He raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the gate of Zhizhou Mansion. His indifferent eyes glanced down at Fan Han who was looking at them. Then without saying a word, he pressed one hand on the hilt of his sword.
, strode up the steps and walked inside.
Fan Han saw that the people here were from military backgrounds and had extraordinary backgrounds, so he was about to go up and ask, but found that he was ignored directly, and these people in front of him actually wanted to rush in.
Fan Han hurriedly took a step across, stretched out his hand to block in front of several people, and said: "You guys are here to visit Mr. Zhang. Please wait a moment and let me inform you."
The man with a stern and cold face stopped, glanced at Fan Han, and said, "Take me to see Zhang He."
Fan Han said: "Your Excellency is meeting guests..."
Behind the stern and indifferent man, a man with long scars on his face on the far left side flashed, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Fan Han's right hand that was stretched out to block him, and then there was a cracking sound of bones, and Fan Han's whole day
The arms were twisted into twists.
Fan Han snorted, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.
"Keep it up and I'll break your neck!"
The man with the scar on his face said in a ferocious voice.
Fan Han nodded, endured the pain and led a few people into the Zhizhou Mansion. It was better for him to lead them than for these people to rush around in the manor.
As soon as the stern and cold leader crossed the threshold, he suddenly felt a vague sense of energy coming towards him, which made him slow down and frown slightly.
But then he slowly shook his head and quickened his pace. What dangers could he encounter in this barren land? It was better to complete the task quickly and leave as soon as possible.
The guard at the gate took a deep breath when he saw several men with fierce looks walking away. He couldn't help but feel lingering fear. The aura exuded by those men was really too strong, which made him feel very uneasy.
Suddenly, there was a whine of horses outside the door. The guard immediately turned around and saw five horses lying in a pool of blood.
I saw Ye Yuntian walking slowly with a sword in his hand, and said to him with a smile: "Whose horse? It's blocking the door, it's really an eyesore. Find someone to clean it up later."
When he came back from Zuihong Mansion, he saw Fan Han's arm being twisted off from a distance. He killed a few of these people's horses just to collect some interest.
When the guard saw Ye Yuntian's smile, his face was extremely pale. He had seen the powerful momentum of those five people. Young Master Ye Hao killed someone's horse for no reason? How can this matter be let go?
For a moment, the guard stood there blankly, not knowing why.
Ye Yuntian ignored the guard and walked straight into the mansion. Then, with a cold and forbidding arc on his lips, he said, "Seventh level of martial arts, it's a bit interesting..." This chapter has been completed!