Chapter 142: Empires

Chapter 142 The Great Competition of Empires
With Yang Chen's nod, Wu Shanhe quickly came in, stood at the door of Yang Chen's room, clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "Mr. Yang, I'm here."
This action immediately shook the people around him. They only knew that Yang Chen had a good relationship with the Alchemy Branch, but they never knew that Yang Chen had a relationship with the Martial Artist Association? And looking at Wu Shanhe's appearance, he seems to be very afraid of Yang Chen?
With Wu Shanhe's voice falling...
A voice came from inside the door: "Come in."
Hearing this, Wu Shanhe looked happy and hurried in, then closed the door. He hugged Yang Chen in the room and said:
"Congratulations to foster father! Congratulations to foster father!"
Yang Chen raised his brows slightly and said amusedly: "Congratulations to me?"
Wu Shanhe smiled and said: "Congratulations to the foster father for winning the first prize in the alchemy competition, congratulations to the foster father for defeating the Prince Gong's mansion, and congratulations to the foster father for furthering his cultivation!
Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't help laughing.
Helplessly said: "You, when did you learn to be as glib as others?"
Wu Shanhe quickly said: "This is not a glib tongue, but the truth!"
"I haven't seen him for a few days, but the foster father is a lot younger."
"It seems to be a lot more handsome, and the whole person is energetic!"
"And this suit is matched with a foster father, Kong Wu is really superb, handsome and free!"
Wu Shanhe first praised Yang Chen from head to toe, and he wished to say his hair again, and Yang Chen smiled bitterly. However, if there are other people here at this moment, seeing the president of the dignified warrior association so respectful to a junior, I am afraid that you will be dumbfounded?
"Okay." Yang Chen interrupted him, saying: "Don't fix those bells and whistles, sit down."
"Thank you righteous father!" Wu Shanhe hugged his fists, just sitting beside Yang Chen respectfully.
The look is restrained, like a pupil.
"What on earth are you looking for with me today? Let's talk." Yang Chen said lightly. He remembered that he had told him before, let him be okay not to run to himself, so as not to reveal his identity. But the other party dared to disobey his own mind, and there should be important things to come.
Just listen to Wu Shanhe slowly saying: "Has the foster father ever heard of the Empire Competition?"
The Empire Competition?
Yang Chen frowned and said, "Speak carefully."
"Okay!" Wu Shanhe immediately explained: "The so-called Imperial Tournament is a competition jointly organized by the Wuzhe Association and the Empire to select talents from all over the country. At that time, not only the imperial capital, but the entire Qingfeng Empire Geniuses will come from all directions to participate in this competition."
"This game is also a relatively sensational event in the martial arts world. If you stand out in this game, you will be famous all over the world!"
"If you are an outstanding person, you will be able to get praise from the Empire and the Association."
Wu Shanhe slowly explained that he even slowed down his speech for fear that Yang Chen could not hear clearly.
Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned and stared at him: "Little nose, you have been with me for tens of thousands of years. You should know my temper. Do you dare to ask me with such boring things?"
Wu Shanhe knelt down with a "plop".
A nervous face: "No... I dare not have a little nose!"
"It's just that, in this game, please be sure to take part in your foster father!" Wu Shanhe said nervously, "It's also a favor for Little Snot, okay?"
"help?"
Hearing this, Yang Chen was puzzled: "Why, what trouble are you having?"
"Get up and speak first, don't just kneel at every turn, you are already tens of thousands of years old, are you ashamed?" Yang Chen said angrily.
Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was ashamed, he didn't want to kneel, but Yang Chen's aura was too scary. And with the experience of the previous tens of thousands of years, as long as Yang Chen gets angry, not only him, but the four sons of them will kneel down reflexively!
However, Wu Shanhe stood up and said:
"The foster father does not know that this empire competition is not only a matter of the Qingfeng Empire, but also a major custom of our martial arts association. It will be held every ten years. And on this day, as long as our martial arts association is stationed. The empire will hold a big competition."
Yang Chen raised his brows slightly and said, "So, not only is Qingfeng Empire, other countries will also hold it?"
"Yeah!" Wu Shanhe slapped his thigh, and immediately admired Yang Chen for his smartness and wit...
"But, foster father, you don’t know that our Martial Arts Association is considered a role on the mainland, so there are branches in many places, such as Zhongzhou and Northern Wilderness... Those places are full of talents and geniuses. Compared with them, our Qingfeng Empire is still a lot worse!"
"So in the past few years, the old people in the branch have used this as an excuse to laugh at me for being small and small, and I cannot find a master. Every time the empire is played, they have to be mocked by them..."
Wu Shanhe sighed and smiled bitterly.
Hearing this, Yang Chen understood: "You mean, let me participate in this competition so that you can raise your head in front of the high-level members of the branch?"
"Exactly! The foster father deserves to be a foster father, he is really witty, smart and agile!" Wu Shanhe said hastily, along with a set meal.
Yang Chen sneered and said:
"Little nose, little nose, who gave you the courage? Even I dare to use it?"
"Ok?"
As soon as he said this, Wu Shanhe's smile stopped instantly and he knelt down with a thump.
"Why are you kneeling again?" Yang Chen frowned, and said impatiently: "Can you be a little prosperous? Don't kneel at all times? Get up and talk!"
"No... I won't get up if my foster father doesn't agree!" Wu Shanhe said lowly, and then hugged Yang Chen's thigh, begging: "Foster father! I am your son, and now he is in trouble. You can't ignore me!"
Yang Chen's head is black...
"You know, I don't like this kind of grandstanding."
Wu Shanhe still hugged Yang Chen tightly, and refused to relax the slightest: "The foster father is just because the little nose has followed you for tens of thousands of years. Have mercy on me! Look at me, I have old bones. It’s not easy to be ridiculed every day!"
Wu Shanhe said, snotting and tears, and said:
"Foster father, I have lost weight!"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Chen almost spewed out old blood.
"Can you speak well and stop crying? Be mature like me, okay?"
"No, my foster father will not get up if you don't promise me!"
"Can't you get up?"
"Not getting up!"
"I ask you again, can't you get up?"
"Not getting up!"
...
Seeing the other rogue's appearance, Yang Chen suddenly smiled bitterly and said helplessly:
"Okay, okay, I promise you can't do it? Get up quickly!"
"Don't rub your nose against my pants, it's disgusting!"
Yang Chen looked disgusted.