Fang Yu returned the box, which showed that he was very dissatisfied.
Could it be that...the Lin family's friendship this time will end in failure again?
If this is the case, future chances will be even slimmer.
After all, this time, he took out all the most precious family heirlooms.
"Mr. Fang, no matter what you want, I will try my best to provide it..." Lin Zhengxiong said again, unwilling to give in.
Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong, raised his eyebrows, and said, "In the future, don't just take out the things that our ancestors left for you, and moreover, use them to trade a favor..."
"If your ancestors knew this, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood."
Lin Zhengxiong's expression changed and he said respectfully: "Master Fang, it is because of your arrival that I will take out the treasures left by my ancestors and replace them with others. We will never..."
"Okay, put your things away, sit down, and let's have a good chat," Fang Yu said.
Lin Zhengxiong was stunned for a moment. Then he was overjoyed!
What Fang Yu meant... was that he was willing to make friends with the Lin family!
…
Five minutes later, Lin Zhengxiong and Lin Zhilan sat across from Fang Yu and Ye Shengxue.
Lin Zhengxiong sat upright with a respectful look on his face.
Lin Zhilan lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.
"You came to me twice, you must have something you want me to help with, right? Don't beat around the bush, just say it directly." Fang Yu said.
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Lin Zhengxiong's expression changed.
After what happened to the Wang family, Fang Yu's prestige and influence in Beidu have become higher than those of the eight major families.
The Wang family has declined, and other aristocratic families have the opportunity to reach the top.
Lin Zhengxiong visited Fang Yu twice, but he actually didn't want Fang Yu's help with anything specific.
He just wanted to make friends with Fang Yu and then let the news out.
In this way, the prestige of the Lin family can be invisibly improved, thereby firmly establishing the title of the No. 1 family.
Therefore, facing Fang Yu's question, Lin Zhengxiong didn't really know how to answer for a while.
Moreover, he felt that Fang Yu's words were a test.
"Tell me." Fang Yu took a sip of tea, frowned at Lin Zhengxiong, and said again.
How should I put it? The Lin family is also the bloodline of Lin Batian.
As an old friend, there is nothing wrong with Fang Yu helping out.
"...I just want to make friends with a god like Mr. Fang today. I have no other ideas." Lin Zhengxiong pondered in his heart for a long time and said righteously, "Master Fang is willing to come to our Lin family for a sip of tea. I have already given him a sip of tea."
To save my face, I dare not make any other requests."
Fang Yu took a deep breath and frowned: "Your overly smooth character is nothing like your ancestors."
Lin Zhengxiong's face changed slightly and he didn't know how to answer the question.
"Master Lin, since Mr. Fang has asked about your request, please tell the truth." Ye Shengxue glanced at Fang Yu and said softly.
"Master Fang, Miss Ye, please believe that I am not a ignorant person, and I really have no other ideas." Lin Zhengxiong said firmly, "I invite Master Fang here today just to let Master Fang taste the family heirlooms."
Baby, take a sip of tea..."
Ye Shengxue looked helpless and glanced at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong and suddenly smiled.
"Of course I believe you, so let's do it. You have time to think about it and see if there is anything you need my help with." Fang Yu drank all the tea in the cup and stood up.
Ye Shengxue stood up.
At this time, Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhilan, who kept her head lowered, and said, "Don't your daughter want to discuss sword skills with me? I'm free now, come on."
Hearing these words, Lin Zhengxiong didn't react yet, but Lin Zhilan stood up suddenly.
"Let's go to the martial arts arena." Lin Zhilan looked at Fang Yu and said.
"Okay." Fang Yu nodded.
Lin Zhengxiong hesitated for two seconds, then his expression changed, and he stood up and said, "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?" Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong.
"Master Fang... with your status, how can my little girl be qualified to communicate with you about swordsmanship? You don't need to pay attention to her..." Lin Zhengxiong said.
"I hope you can stop being so verbose." Fang Yu frowned.
Lin Zhengxiong's expression changed and he did not dare to speak anymore.
But in fact, he was secretly happy in his heart!
Today's results have basically exceeded his expectations.
…
A few minutes later, there was a martial arts performance.
Fang Yu and Lin Zhilan stood face to face, about ten meters apart.
For some reason, many Lin family members suddenly gathered nearby.
Among these people are young people and some slightly older people.
Most people's eyes were focused on Fang Yu.
The head of the family said...this person is the rumored Fang Yu!
The fierce man who single-handedly crushed the Wang family!
The reason why they came here was to see Fang Yu's style with their own eyes.
But after seeing this deity, many people were confused.
Is the rumored Fang Yu... the young-looking man in front of me?
It looks so ordinary.
The aura of cultivation on the body seems to be still in the Qi refining stage...
The head of the house...did he make a mistake?
Fang Yu glanced at the crowd around him, his eyes flashing slightly.
He knew that it was probably Lin Zhengxiong who revealed the news and asked the Lin family members to come and watch.
Having said that, the feeling of being surrounded by all the descendants of Lin Batian... is very strange.
Although these descendants only know the name Lin Batian, the blood connection does exist.
Help Lin Batian educate future generations?
feel good.
"Please advise." Lin Zhilan pulled out the sword from her waist again and said.
"You have to give me a sword before I can spar with you." Fang Yu said.
"You don't have a sword?" Lin Zhilan asked, frowning.
"Yes, it exists, but it's not suitable for use on such occasions." Fang Yu said.
Lin Zhilan turned to look at a middle-aged man wearing military uniform next to her.
This man's name is Lin Zhenxi, he is Lin Zhilan's cousin, and he is also Lin Zhilan's guide in the art of swordsmanship.
"Uncle Wu, will you lend him your sword?" Lin Zhilan asked.
"No problem." Lin Zhenxi immediately pulled out the long sword from his waist, stepped forward and handed it to Fang Yu.
After taking a close look at Fang Yu, Lin Zhenxi's eyes flashed.
This person... doesn't really feel like the Fang Yu in the rumors.
But if the head of the family invited him back, it wouldn't lead to such a big mistake.
Let’s take a look and talk about it.
"Let us first agree that we will only compete in swordsmanship and not use Qi." Fang Yu said to Lin Zhilan.
"Come on." Lin Zhilan clenched her sword tightly and said with stern eyes.
"Hey, do you think Sister Zhilan can win?"
"If the person in front of her is really the rumored Fang Yu... Zhi Lan will definitely lose. How can she win?"
"What if it's not the case? Moreover, even if it's really me, her swordsmanship is not necessarily better than that of Sister Zhilan...Sister Zhilan is a swordsman. She has been studying swordsmanship since she was a child. Anyone who can compare with Sister Zhilan in terms of pure swordsmanship can't be compared to the whole world.
There aren’t even many in Beidu."
Among the crowd of onlookers nearby, there were two young men discussing in a low voice.
"It's time to start." At this time, Lin Zhenxi said.
Lin Zhilan clenched the sword in her hand and rushed towards Fang Yu.
The first form of Ao Yun's sword technique, double spin in the sky!
Lin Zhilan's sword blade slashed towards Fang Yu's left side without stopping. She appeared on the other side like a ghost and swung her sword again.
As a result, two sword shadows emerged from one sword, appearing on both sides of Fang Yu's body.
Fang Yu looked calm, took a step back, held the sword level, and stabbed it to the left and right quickly.
"Pfft!"
The two sword shadows were all blocked.
At this time, Lin Zhilan's sword blade had been lowered and swung towards Fang Yu's leg.
As if Fang Yu had known Lin Zhilan's move, the blade of his sword was already pointing downwards, blocking the blow.
"Pfft!"
Next, Lin Zhilan started the complete seven moves of Aoyun Sword Technique.
While the sword shadow flickered, Fang Yu barely moved. He perfectly resolved every attack with the long sword in his hand.
The more Lin Zhilan attacked, the more impatient she became.
Every blow she made seemed to be seen through by Fang Yu and he defended himself one step ahead.
Therefore, she can't break through the defense at all!
At this time, Fang Yu suddenly changed his defensive posture, took the initiative to raise the sword blade, and pointed forward.
Lin Zhilan's face changed slightly and she wanted to raise her sword in defense.
But Fang Yu was much faster than her, and before she even raised her hand, the sharp sword blade was already placed in front of her snow-white neck.