Seeing Song Fan's reaction, Lin Qianqian remained calm on her face, but sighed softly in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, Song Fan said in as calm a tone as possible: "If Miss Lin Qianqian has any request, just ask. If I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."
He tried his best to suppress his excitement, but the look of desire on his face could still be seen in Lin Qianqian's eyes.
Lin Qianqian fiddled with her hair and said calmly: "I want you to win the championship of the Hundred Clans War."
The champion of the war of hundreds of tribes?
Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Song Fan's face. Lin Qianqian's request was beyond his expectation. He frowned and said: "The Hundred Clans War is a grand event held every ten years in Donglin County. The young people who participated
Talents are like carps crossing a river. There are countless young talents. To win the championship among so many young talents is as difficult as climbing to the sky..."
"However, I promise you!" The conversation changed and Song Fan's tone became extremely firm.
"Okay!" Lin Qianqian clapped her jade hands and said with a smile: "If you win the championship of the Hundred Clans War, I will tell you the whereabouts of Song Tianxing. Now, your strength is still too weak. There are some things that would be worse if you knew them too early.
not good."
Lin Qianqian's words seemed to have profound meaning.
Although Song Fan had doubts in his heart, he did not ask them out. Since Lin Qianqian said so, there must be a reason. Song Fan still understood that he could not eat hot tofu in a hurry.
What's more, Song Tianxing's strength is much stronger than Song Fan's. If there are any problems that he can't solve, Song Fan can't do anything about it. For Song Fan, the top priority is undoubtedly to improve his own strength.
After chatting with Lin Qianqian for a while, Song Fan said goodbye and left.
"Master Song Fan!" As soon as he stepped out of the room, two figures came forward one after the other.
"Xiao Mo, Ah San." Song Fan glanced at the two of them with bright eyes.
"Master Song Fan, you have to leave so soon." Xiao Mo bit her lower lip tightly, reluctant to leave.
"Haha, if I have time in the future, I will come here often to see you." Song Fan smiled gently and played with Xiaomo's head.
"Okay then." Xiaomo nodded helplessly.
Seeing that Song Fan had not returned for a long time, Song Cheng left alone, leaving only Ah San waiting for Song Fan.
Song Fan called out to Ah San, and the two of them left Youyu Tower.
Song Fan left Youyu Tower, still worried. This trip made him set a goal for himself. More than a year later, he would become the champion of the Hundred Clans War!
Nowadays, there is only more than a year left before the Hundred Clans War, and by then, Luo Feng may be the only one who will emerge in the True Qi Realm.
To win the championship of the Hundred Clans War is as difficult as reaching the sky!
Song Fan now feels deep pressure.
Ah San saw that his young master looked unhappy, and followed him with a low eyebrow, not daring to take a breath.
"Huh?"
After walking for a long time, Song Fan suddenly let out a light sigh and realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw that the street was empty and not a single person could be seen.
I don't know when, I and Asan walked onto a deserted street.
call out!
At this moment, a sound broke through the air suddenly, and an arrow flew past like lightning, and the strong wind it carried made a roar.
The target of this arrow was not Song Fan, but Ah San behind him.
"Hmph!" At this moment, Song Fan's reaction speed developed from long-term battles with monsters in the mountains behind the Song family came into play.
"careful!"
Song Fan reminded him subconsciously, and at the same time he jumped up, his body flew towards the arrow like lightning, and he flicked the tail end of the arrow with his finger.
The arrow deflected slightly, but shot at Ah San without slowing down at all. A muffled groan was heard, and Ah San's body fell limply.
Squatting down and touching Ah San's breath, Song Fan's face turned ugly, his breath disappeared, and Ah San was dead!
"Damn it, someone smeared poison on the tip of the arrow." A strange musky smell penetrated Song Fan's nostrils, causing his expression to change suddenly.
Song Fan's face was extremely gloomy. No wonder the arrow deflected and missed Ah San's vital parts. Ah San was still killed in a matter of seconds.
"Who! Come out!"
Song Fan put his hands behind his back, glanced around with bright eyes, and said coldly.
When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. If Ah San died in front of Song Fan like this, his mood would certainly not be any better. Moreover, the person who came must be here for him. Who has the time to deal with a slave?
"Hey, Master Song Fan, I haven't seen you for a few months, you are so powerful!"
"I heard that you were promoted to an elite member of your Song family a few days ago. You are very proud of yourself. There is really a big difference between an elite member and a good-for-nothing member."
"Why, you won't be happy if I kill one of your slaves. Don't worry, you will accompany him after a while."
In the distance, a strange sound came from the distance.
A large group of people walked out of the darkness in the distance, and the crowd surrounded a pale young man in Chinese clothing. A proud smile appeared on the young man in Chinese clothing, his eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked at Song Fan, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked like everything
The look of being under control.
"Yan Lei!" Song Fan gritted his teeth and two words popped out between his teeth.
"How is it, my young master Song Fan, how do you feel about getting married to Miss Lin Qianqian?" Yan Lei looked at Song Fan with a playful expression.
"Huh! You're already here, why hide your head and show your tail?" Song Fan said in a bad tone without answering Yan Lei, while staring at a dark place.
"Haha, Song Fan, the good-for-nothing son of the Song family, is not as useless as the rumors say."
There was a burst of chuckles, and then a well-dressed young man in white with a handsome face strode out, holding a big bow in both hands, with a faint smile on his face.
This person is none other than Yang Yun, a member of the Yang family who was walking with Yan Lei in Youyu Tower!
Seeing Yang Yun appear, Song Fan looked as usual, as if he had expected it.
The speed, accuracy, and strength of the arrow just now were all extraordinary. It was not something that ordinary people could shoot. Song Fan flicked his finger on the tail end of the arrow, which only caused the arrow to deflect a little.
After all, Ah San was at the third level of strength training. He couldn't even dodge under the arrows that were fired at rapid speed.
"Brother Yang's archery skills are really good. He killed that slave with just one arrow. This time, I'm afraid I'm going to trouble Brother Yang."
Yan Lei complimented and looked at Song Fan with an unkind look.
"Haha, it's easy to talk about." Yang Yun had a faint smile on his face and said calmly: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
He looked at Song Fan like he was looking at a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Yang Yun is quite confident. Except for a few perverts in the True Qi Realm in Donglin County, no one in the younger generation can compete with him.
"I'm afraid it's not me who will die today, but you!"
In his sleeves, his hands were clenched into fists. Song Fan's face was covered with frost, and he looked at the people opposite him with murderous intent.
Before he finished speaking, he swayed slightly, rushed out with a few steps, and rushed straight towards Yan Lei. Faced with a crowd of people surrounding him, he actually chose to take the initiative!