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 Fan:
"Black wood, nine-patterned dragon, and 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 Fan 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 said:
"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 has no taboo about this name:
"In addition to his matching appearance and skill, he is the only one who dares to appoint Ye Fan 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 Fan when I was in Longdu, and comparing the details of today's conversation, the one who came in the afternoon is definitely nine thousand years old."
Ye Fan was slightly surprised:
"It turns out 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 personally come to Zhonghai to test you, and would have asked you to take over the Nanling Martial Arts League to resolve the grievances."
"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 Mark 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, you are serious."
Ye Fan 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 Fan 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 Fan 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 Fan, the Shen family regards Brother Fan as a thorn in their side."
Huang Tianjiao knocked Huang Sanzhong on the head: "Brother Fan taking over is no less than a sheep entering a tiger's mouth."
The grudges between the two parties were on display. Ye Fan made Shen Qianshan kneel down and destroyed his Dantian. In the end, Shen Qianshan died in Zhonghai. The Shen family hated Ye Fan 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 Arts League are thinking about becoming the president. It is said that they have fought several times."
"Right now, they only want to get to the top and have little interest in avenging Shen Qianshan."
Huang Sanzhong had obviously inquired about the situation in the Nanling Martial League: "Brother Fan 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 Fan had a heart-to-heart talk:
"Although there is a reason for their struggle for power and gain, there is also a deliberate and indulgent calculation by Jiu Qiansui."
"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: "This is probably the main reason why he chose you to be the president of Nanling."
"No matter what the reason is, Brother Fan 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 Fan 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 Fan leaned on his seat and spoke calmly:
"They were already at a stalemate. When they saw that my common enemy had gone to Nanling, they immediately issued a call to kill me and become the president..."
"Am I not being 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 Fan 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's 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 peak of your life."
"President Nanling is much more enjoyable than Director Jin Zhilin."
It has always been Huang Sanzhong'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 Fan had such an opportunity but didn't cherish it. He was really anxious to death and wished he could take Ye Fan to Nanling to take the throne.
Ye Fan sighed: "Compared to being the president, I still want to be a doctor."
"Brother Fan, you have to make progress."
Huang Sanchong had a rare temper and began to teach Ye Fan earnestly:
"An additional identity, a talisman, and a great supporter like Nine Thousand Years Old will bring both benefits and disadvantages to you and the people around you."
"When we go to Nanling from now on, with nearly ten thousand disciples in our hands, 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 first win the position of president, and then let the brothers around you..."
"For example, wouldn't it be enough for Dugu Shang to 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 had no choice but to show off to Dugu Shang.
Ye Fan 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 the milk:
"Is the reputation of the president of the Nanling Martial League more prestigious than that of Dr. Jin Zhilin?"
"Hahaha……"
Huang Tianjiao and the others were amused by Huang Sanzhong: "Sanzhong, why do you feel like you want to be the president?"
Huang Sanchong waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I'm just thinking about Brother Fan."
"Okay, I will listen to you, President, I will do it."
Ye Fan stood up with a smile, and then threw the token to Huang Sanzhong:
"The takeover will be left to you and Tianjiao. 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 Fan."
"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 Fan and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately rolled out in all directions.
No one swept away the sharp arrow, after all, they didn’t know what was on it.
"boom--"
Almost as soon as Ye Fan and others escaped from the pavilion, a feather arrow hit the solid wood pillar.
"boom--"
A gap opened in the pillar.
The arrow penetrated the wood three-thirds of the way, and a piece of cloth fell from the end.
