Two hours later, more than a dozen people gathered at the pavilion in the back garden of Jin Zhilin, and Huang Feihu also came with Huang Xuanwu.
He handed the token back to Ye Fei: "Heimu, Jiuwenlong, and the signature. It can be concluded that this is really the token of President Nanling."
He also took out his token and put it on the table. Except for the place name on the back, the other details were exactly the same.
Ye Fei looked at the two tokens in a daze: "Is it really the president's token?"
Huang Feihu nodded: "There is no moisture at all."
Sun Bufan hesitated and spoke: "If it is really President Nanling's token, then the fair-skinned man who came for treatment in the afternoon..." Thinking of that feminine man, he couldn't help but shiver, feeling like an eunuch in an ancient palace.
"It should be nine thousand years old."
Huang Feihu did not shy away from this name: "In addition to his matching appearance and skill, he is the only one who dares to appoint Ye Fei as the president of Nanling."
"After all, not many people dare to exercise the power of nine thousand years old like this."
He added: "And I mentioned Ye Fei when I was in Longdu. Comparing the details of today's conversation, the one who came in the afternoon is definitely nine thousand years old."
Ye Fei was slightly surprised: "So he is nine thousand years old, no wonder he is so awesome."
He and Dugu Shang were considered strong men, but they were easily repelled by the other party, and their chests still hurt to this day.
He thought that he should practice martial arts well, otherwise he would be beaten up next time he met a strong man.
"It seems that Nine Thousand Years old cherishes you."
Huang Feihu suddenly let out a burst of hearty laughter: "Otherwise, I would not have come to Zhonghai to test you personally, and would have asked you to take over the Nanling Martial Arts League to resolve the grudges."
"If he doesn't appreciate you from the bottom of his heart, given his character and style, he will directly attack you."
He looked at Ye Fei with relief: "Brother, as my brother said at the time, sooner or later you will stand at the top of China. It seems that I was right."
"Brother is serious."
Ye Fei waved his hand gently: "I am just a little doctor, and President Yunding is also loved by you. How can I be the pinnacle of China?"
It's always cold at high places. The higher you stand, the greater your responsibility. Ye Fei doesn't want to worry about such big things as the common people.
"Let's not talk about the peak. I just want to know if Brother Fei can go to Nanling and become the president if he wants?"
Huang Sanzhong shouted happily: "Nanling is rich and has nearly ten thousand disciples. Being the president of the association will be a blessing."
"Shut up!"
"Nanling is the territory of the Shen family. Shen Qianshan died in Zhonghai. Although the investigation has nothing to do with Brother Fei, the Shen family regards Brother Fei as a thorn in their side."
Huang Tianjiao knocked Huang Sanzhong on the head: "Brother Fei takes over, it is no less than a sheep entering a tiger's mouth."
The grudges between the two parties were high. Ye Fei made Shen Qianshan kneel down and destroyed his Dantian. In the end, Shen Qianshan died in Zhonghai. The Shen family hated Ye Fei deeply.
"Oh, that's true, but those losers from the Shen family don't have to worry about it."
Huang Sanzhong exhaled a long breath: "I heard that Shen Qianshan died and Xue Ruyi was defeated, and the entire Shen family and the Wu League fell into a struggle for power."
"The Shen family is thinking about how to divide Shen Qianshan's family wealth, and the four top disciples of the Nanling Martial League are thinking about becoming the president. It is said that they have fought several times."
"Right now, they only want to get into power and have little interest in avenging Shen Qianshan."
Huang Sanzhong had obviously inquired about the situation in the Nanling Martial League: "Brother Fei used to clean up the situation without much difficulty."
"The Nanling Martial Arts League is indeed in a mess right now."
Huang Feihu and Ye Fei confided: "Although there is a reason why they are fighting for power, there is also a plan of Jiu Qiansui's deliberate indulgence."
"Jiu Qiansui's original plan was to let the Nanling Martial Alliance reshuffle itself to see if there was a strong person who could take on the important role, so as to end the dispute and reunite the disciples."
"But the result made him a little disappointed. Whether it was the nephew of the Shen family or the four great disciples, there was no one with a big picture."
"No one avenges Shen Qianshan, no one has the ability to end the chaos, and no one can take charge of the overall situation."
He made his own speculation: "I'm afraid this is the main reason why he chose you to be the president of Nanling."
"No matter what the reason is, Brother Fei just kills them and defeats them one by one while they are torn apart."
Huang Sanzhong's eyes flashed with passion: "Soldiers are valuable and quick. Brother Fei will fly to Nanling tomorrow."
"They are fighting fiercely now. If they go to Nanling at this time, they will only become a target."
Ye Fei leaned on the seat and spoke in a calm voice: "They were already at a stalemate. When they saw that my common enemy had gone to Nanling, they directly called me to kill me and become the president..." "Isn't it true that I was killed?" Hunted by thousands of people?"
"So we must not go to Nanling in these ten days and a half. We have to wait until they fight for a while."
"Of course, the most important thing is that I haven't decided to be the president of Nanling yet..." Ye Fei lowered his head and took a sip of tea to hide the depth in his eyes.
"I didn't think about it..." Huang Sanzhong became anxious when he heard this: "This is a trap from the sky, what is there to think about?"
"Besides, you have passed the biggest test of nine thousand years, which means you have his support. As long as you clean up those losers of the Shen family..." "You will be able to become a young model and reach the pinnacle of life."
"President Nanling is much more enjoyable than Director Jin Zhilin."
It has always been Huang Sanchong's dream to become the branch president of the Wumeng League. Every time he thinks of being able to respond to his call and travel to the upper class, he gets excited.
Now, Ye Fei had such an opportunity but didn't cherish it. He was really anxious to death and wished he could take Ye Fei to Nanling to ascend the throne.
Ye Fei sighed: "But rather than being the president, I still want to be a doctor."
"Brother Fei, you have to make progress."
Huang Sanchong had a rare temper and began to teach Ye Fei earnestly: "An additional identity, a talisman, and a nine-thousand-year-old backer will be beneficial to you and the people around you."
"When we go to Nanling from now on, with nearly ten thousand disciples in hand, we won't be afraid of being bullied by the Nanling people."
"To take a step back, even if you don't have this ambition, you should first take over the position of president, and then let the brothers around you..." "For example, can't Dugu Shang take care of it?"
"In this way, you will gain more power and status, and you can also give Dugu Shang a career."
Huang Sanzhong originally wanted to leave it to him to take care of, but he felt that it was too embarrassing, and he was too useless, so he could only show off Dugu Shang.
Ye Fei was slightly startled and looked at Dugu Shang. This was indeed a good choice.
When Dugu Shang heard Huang Sanzhong talking about himself, he raised his head and glanced at Huang Sanzhong.
Huang Sanzhong shuddered, but quickly raised his head to advise: "Also, Miss Song's grandfather Song Wansan is also in Nanling."
"From now on, if you and Miss Song get together, you will definitely go back to Nanling to visit."
Huang Sanzhong used all his strength to suck: "Does the reputation of the president of the Nanling Martial League make him more prestigious than Dr. Jin Zhilin?"
"Hahaha..." Huang Tianjiao and the others were amused by Huang Sanzhong: "Sanzhong, why do you think you want to be the president?"
Huang Sanchong waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I'm just thinking about Brother Fei."
"Okay, I will listen to you, President, I will do it."
Ye Fei stood up with a smile, and then threw the token to Huang Sanchong: "I'll leave it to you and Tianjiao to take over. If you want money, just ask."
"In short, I want to take control of everything in Nanling as soon as possible..." Huang Sanchong was ecstatic: "I promise not to disappoint Brother Fei."
"Zheng——" At this moment, there was a sharp sound in the night sky, and a white shadow shot directly at the pavilion in the back garden.
Ye Fei and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately rolled around.
No one swept away the sharp arrow, after all, they didn’t know what was on it.
"Bang——" Almost as soon as Ye Fei and others escaped from the pavilion, a feather arrow hit the solid wood pillar.
"Boom--" The pillar exploded and opened a gap.
The arrow penetrated the wood three-thirds of the way, and a piece of cloth fell from the end.
