Seeing this scene, Ye Yang's face changed slightly.
I feel that this soul is very interesting.
If you use it to take exams, you can definitely get high scores.
"Your pen is very unique and practical."
Ye Yang praised loudly.
Hearing this, the man with the mustache's eyes lit up, as if seeing a close friend, and stared at Ye Yang with flashing eyes.
Because in so many years, this is the first time someone has praised the practicality of his pen.
After receiving the recognition, his mood suddenly became brighter.
But soon, when he remembered all the previous taunts, his eyes became a little gloomy, and he sighed softly: "It's just practical for writing and drawing, and fighting is useless."
"Can a pen still stab someone to death?"
As he spoke, the man with the mustache shook his head, looked at the gold pattern pen in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh again.
His name is Ye Wencheng, and he is a direct descendant of the Ye family.
Although he has a good background, the awakened martial soul is the most useless weapon soul compared to his brothers of the same race.
Growing up, he was the first to be eliminated in every family trial.
Coupled with his obesity, he became a clown that everyone made fun of.
Just like now, the nineteen-year-old youth, which is the best time to practice martial arts, is assigned here to be responsible for registering information.
Gradually, he developed an inferiority complex that was indolent and unwilling to make progress.
Ye Yang smiled noncommittally and said: "Martial spirit is derived from our own consciousness. It can awaken in you, which means it has something special about it."
"If you despise it yourself, how can you tap into its potential?"
Hearing this, Ye Wencheng's heart trembled slightly.
He stared at Ye Yang blankly. At this moment, he seemed to be enlightened, and the inferiority complex in his heart gradually diminished.
"Thank you for your advice, I understand."
Ye Wencheng stood up and nodded heartily to Ye Yang.
"You're welcome. I'm just telling the truth. The spirit of your pen is indeed very special."
Ye Yang smiled calmly, without any extra courtesy.
Next, Ye Wencheng seemed to want to thank Ye Yang for his enlightenment and specially arranged a first-class dormitory for him.
Among the residential areas in the east courtyard, its location is relatively forward, the environment is elegant, and it is also an independent suite.
Compared with those who come from other places, the treatment is completely different by several levels.
Ye Yang undoubtedly accepted this with pleasure.
"Anyway, you have nothing to do now. I'll take you there."
Ye Wencheng took the key, grinned, and then took the initiative to take Ye Yang to the house.
When he walked out of the office, Ye Wencheng clearly felt that the crowd at the martial arts training ground were casting provocative glances from time to time.
This look seemed not to be directed at himself, but at Ye Yang next to him.
"Brother Ye Yang, have you offended those animals?"
Since Ye Wencheng has not been gregarious since he was a child, it is natural that Ye Wencheng does not have a good tone in private.
Livestock?
Hearing this, Ye Yang smiled hoarsely.
It can be seen that this Ye Wencheng does have a lot of resentment among the younger generation of the Ye family.
"Well, when the martial arts commander asked me just now, he commented on the shortcomings of the "Nine Shadows Creation Step". I don't know if I was offended."
Ye Yang said truthfully without taking it seriously.
What?
Commented on the shortcomings of "Nine Shadows Creation Steps"?!
Upon hearing this, Ye Wencheng was stunned and his expression was quite shocked.
"How dare you comment on Uncle Peng's martial arts in front of everyone, you are so courageous!"
He stared at Ye Yang in disbelief and exclaimed in a low voice: "After the patriarch, he is the second person in the family who can cultivate the Nine Shadows Creation Steps to a perfect state."
Ye Yang remained silent. In his opinion, shortcomings are shortcomings.
Blind flattery is just deceiving others.
"Uncle Peng didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Ye Wencheng couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and asked curiously.
Ye Yang smiled calmly, "He is a warrior who understands the general situation. He also knows the shortcomings of that set of movement techniques, so he didn't say much."
"But those guys seem to be very hostile to me."
As he spoke, Ye Yang looked towards the direction of the martial arts training ground, his calm eyes showing no fear at all.
"Nonsense, if you, a young member of a small branch family, openly criticizes the inherited martial arts of our clan, they must be very unhappy."
Ye Wencheng obviously also has an innate sense of superiority in terms of his status as the head clan leader. He said bluntly: "If Uncle Peng hadn't been here, they would definitely have attacked you just now."
Speaking of this, Ye Wencheng seemed to realize something. He looked around and was surprised to find that there was no trace of Ye Yunpeng in the field at this time.
Oops!
Seeing this, Ye Wencheng's fat face tensed up instantly, and he immediately reminded Ye Yang: "Hurry and leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, just as he expected, three figures suddenly walked out of the crowd at the martial arts training ground and ran towards them quickly.
Judging from its flexible footwork, it is exactly the martial arts body technique of "Nine Shadows Creation Step".
However, the number of afterimages that the three of them can manifest can only reach the level of four afterimages at most.
Looking at this scene, Ye Yang stopped immediately.
Although he doesn't want to cause conflict in the Ye family, if the other party is deliberately looking for trouble, Ye Yang thinks he is not a good person!
His tall and straight figure was like a steel spear standing on the ground, his eyes sternly looking at the three young men who had already passed close by.
Seemingly infected by Ye Yang's aura, Ye Wencheng involuntarily took back the steps he was about to take.
"Fat Wen, you have nothing to do here, you can get out."
One of the long-haired young men glanced at Ye Wencheng with contempt and said coldly.
With such arrogant disregard, Ye Wencheng's face turned pale and he was angry, but he didn't dare to say a word.
But soon, he remembered what Ye Yang had just said, and his anger suddenly turned into endless courage, and he said confidently: "What do you mean it's none of my business? Brother Ye Yang has just arrived in the family, and I want to arrange a place for him!"
Upon hearing this, the other three were obviously stunned for a moment.
This fat pig is usually timid and submissive. Why has he become so tough now?!
"You are brothers and sisters with low-class people from a separate family. Your taste is the same as that of the martial spirit's golden pattern pen. Mud can't hold up the wall."
The long-haired young man sneered.
"Yes, even if you are not recognized by the family, you cannot belittle yourself like this."
The other two people also smiled jokingly.
Their words were very sophisticated. Although they were ridiculing Ye Wencheng, they were also belittling Ye Yang.
Next to him, Ye Yang remained silent. He had heard too many such innocuous words.
If the other party takes the initiative, that's a different matter.
"In that case, why do you have to debase yourselves to talk to me."
Ye Wencheng was so angry that he laughed and shouted back.
It was the first time he was so hard-core, and he felt as if the fat all over his body was burning. It turned out that this kind of counterattack without giving up was so exciting!