The birthday party ended until almost midnight. The next morning, Yaoyao and others got up early to clean up the chaotic hall.

"Ajie, I was really shocked by your parents last night. I thought the party would not work, but fortunately it was fine in the end. How could your parents know about the studio?" Zhou Junming threw the sorted garbage into the recycling trough.

Chen Jie shook his head listlessly: "My parents are very smart, Yaoyao has no scheming, so she will definitely reveal her secret. I will be in trouble in the future. Not to mention the studio, I guess even the dragon card will be banned..."

"Why, your dad gave you an ultimatum?" Meatball smiled with gloating.

"The final exam is b, you don't know my current level. If you want to get such an assessment, you don't want to spend this semester easily." Chen Jie sighed helplessly.

Meatball disagreed and said, "Tsk, what conditions do I think are? Assessment of B and other subjects only requires that the grades of all subjects reach C or above, just put some effort into it."

Zhou Junming saw that he was so unknowing, and couldn't help but scold: "You know, do you think the Department of Financial Management is as simple as ours? The British Materials Education Class at Nanyang University is one level higher than that of ordinary departments. It is a branch that truly cultivates excellent management elites!"

"Who are you fooling? It's so difficult. Yan Feng dares not listen?" Meatball retorted.

"Don't look at Yanfeng's department taking A, it's a top student in the whole school. Do you think it's a pig head like you?" Zhou Junming glared at him with contempt.

"Ajie, his research is good, so he should have recorded some notes. If you have time to ask him for advice, I believe there is no problem with your ability." Yaoyao encouraged.

"I will definitely try my best to make it for the studio!" Looking at her sweet smile, a surge of excitement surged in Chen Jie's heart.

"I think you are going to get close to Yaoyao," Zhou Junming said in a word, then changed the subject, "Has Yan Feng gone out again?"

"I went out early in the morning, but he brought a backpack, and he should be doing something." Liu Ruoxuan responded.

Yanfeng went through a blood poison attack cycle last night, so he decided to go to Qiu's house today. He took the undersea train from Nandu to the coast, then took a two-hour flight to Yangzhou, Jiangsu, and found a hotel in Yangzhou City, and adjusted to the best condition before he could connect with the Qiu's people.

The players are Qiu Da and Qiu Liming, but Qiu Da's figure looks stronger and more brave than in the game, while Qiu Liming is much thinner. Yan Feng showed his face in the game, so Qiu Da and the two immediately recognized him as soon as they met. Seeing that Yan Feng was not very physically ill and his wrists were not very thick, no different from ordinary people, the two couldn't help but be surprised: "Is he just fast in the game?"

The three of them were speechless all the way. After more than half an hour, the kinetic energy vehicle stopped at the entrance of a large manor in the suburbs.

"arrive."

Qiu Da glanced at Yan Feng indifferently, and saw that the latter's face was normal, he felt a little surprised. Many trees were planted in the manor, and some of them were old trees that already existed. The air was much fresher than in the city. It was indeed a good place to practice martial arts. Yan Feng followed the two of them and soon entered the house. If the large house had multiple branches, there were many practice venues. The disciples who practiced martial arts in the training ground stopped after paying attention to Yan Feng, and there was a hint of hostility in their vigilant eyes.

"It seems that the Qiu family is not undesirable."

After observing for a while, Yan Feng came to the conclusion. Although these warriors do not have the anger of the elites of the Nether Flame Organization, they are strong and well-proportioned and have strong eyes. They are obviously trained for a long time. As long as they go through appropriate tempering, they can form a climate.

Of course, it is possible to die prematurely in the midst of tempering...

"It's here, the patriarch is waiting for you in the hall." Qiuda stood at the door of the quaint lobby and made a gesture to Yan Feng.

"Don't you want me to escape easily after so many turns?"

Yan Feng sneered in his heart. Along the way, there were no one guarding the manor around him. There were many warriors in every place in the mansion. On the surface, it seemed very ordinary, but after blocking the entrance of the courtyard, it was like catching turtles in a jar. The reception venue was even more like a hall in the center of the mansion. As long as you enter it, you would be unable to fly. Those with slightly inferior strength would resist only a fight of trapped beasts.

As he walked slowly into the lobby, Yan Feng's eyes quickly glanced around and brought everyone in the hall into his eyes. The middle-aged man in the first seat of the hall exuded an invisible powerful aura, and the sharp and elite gaze was like two extremely sharp knives facing his heart, which made his footsteps stagnate instantly and stressed. The old man next to him looked leisurely and contented with no threat, but Yan Feng knew that this person was the strongest person in the hall.

"There are 27 people in total. The two of them in the hall should be the troubled daughter's grandfather and father, outside the hall..."

Xiaoqian stood beside Qiu Jiangnan, and her clear and beautiful eyes looked at the young man at the door. She was immediately attracted by the deep black gem eyes that were rippling with strange streams. She couldn't help but be surprised by his handsome appearance: "He looks better than in the game..."

Qiu Jiangnan saw that he really came as promised, and he still acted calmly and naturally when he went deep into Qiu's house alone. He praised him and asked calmly:

"You are Qiu Lifeng's disciple?"

"My master's surname is Yan." Yan Fengtong replied indifferently.

He didn't like this way of returning to the ancient times. He talked to the guests and didn't even have a seat and didn't have a mouthful of tea, which really made him feel uncomfortable.

"I heard from Qian'er that you have mastered the Shadowless Art and learn all the Shadowless Sword Techniques within a few days. Is this true?"

"Is this important?" Yan Feng looked at him calmly, without a trace of fear on his face.

"Rareless! The person who is talking to you now is the leader of the Qiu family. Are you the attitude that the junior should have?"

A middle-aged man over 50 years old shouted loudly on the first seat on the left. This man had a national face, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and was strong and stronger than an ordinary young warrior. His glaring eyes immediately burst out with a violent aura, as if he was about to swallow the person in his eyes.

"Although I am a junior, I am not a prisoner. Isn't I being interrogated today? You have seventy or eighty people inside and outside. Is this your way of treating guests?" Yan Feng sneered, his words full of irony. If the Qiu family treated them with courtesy, he would try his best to answer their questions, but now the other party is obviously very wary, so he doesn't need to be polite.

When everyone heard this, their faces changed. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, he mastered all the breath inside and outside the hall. The strength of perception is rare among the younger generation. After knowing the opponent's strength, he can still face it so proudly, which makes people wonder whether he already has the power to compete.

Qiu Jiangnan smiled "hehe" and was not angry. He ordered someone to add a chair to the right and said, "Please forgive me if you are not well-polite."

Yan Feng said in a deep voice: "No, the agreement is just asking for a meeting. Now I have come here. If there is nothing else, I will say goodbye."

Seeing that he turned around and wanted to leave, Xiaoqian was secretly anxious. She was about to go forward and shout, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Slow down."

Qiu Lisong, who was sitting next to him, finally spoke, and said in a calm voice: "You can come to Qiu's house with just one verbal agreement, which means you are a trustworthy person. However, before you leave, we still have some things to tell you."

"Hehe, I see what methods do you have."

Although Yan Feng was not sure about the strength and internal situation of the Qiu family, it was not difficult to guess the importance of these two martial arts in the Qiu family from Xiaoqian's cautious attitude towards the Yingwu Jue and the Yingwu Sword Technique. He expected that this trip would not leave so easily. Of course, if he dared to come alone, he naturally had the means to protect himself. Therefore, he was not in a hurry and waited for the other party to finish his words.

Seeing his calm expression, Qiu Lisong was curious and asked, "Young man, do you know what it means to master the Shadowless Art and Shadowless Sword Technique?"

"You might be thinking that only the direct disciples of the Qiu family can learn it, right? I am not your direct disciple, and I am not the surname Qiu. Do you want to destroy my martial arts?"

"You are half right. Only direct disciples can learn the two unique skills, but you rely on the practice method of Shadowless Art in exchange. We can put aside our identities, but you must agree to stay in the Qiu family." Qiu Lisong's expression looked very peaceful, but there was no refutation at all.

Yan Feng did not refuse immediately, but asked a very practical question: "What are the benefits of staying at Qiu's house?"

His unscrupulous attitude made the Qiu family members present angry and wanted to beat him up on the spot. Xiaoqian felt the atmosphere getting worse and worse, and she began to worry: "Stupid bastard, this is all the elders of the Qiu family, and you can't compete with them. If you anger them, you will suffer..."

"I think you are interested in Lei Shanjue? Or you can join the Qiu family and inherit the Qiu family's deacon in the future?"

Qiu Lifeng's seemingly understatement surprised everyone here, and Xiaoqian's pretty face was blushing, and her cheeks were like ripe apples. Putting aside Lei Shanjue, everyone in the Qiu family knew that the deacon was all held by the direct clan, so the target of recruiting son-in-law must be a direct disciple, and among all the direct disciples, Xiaoqian is the only woman with the right age.
Chapter completed!