Chapter 1592 Foreign Affairs Pavilion Transactions

Mr. Fan’s divination skills can be said to be the best in and outside the Yue Palace. Since he said that, there must be no problem with this matter.

Chen Wen didn't ask any more questions and followed Mr. Fan silently and left the dungeon of the Yue Palace.

Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

Under the dark night, the Foreign Affairs Pavilion seemed a little lonely. Because of the fact that the Foreign Affairs Pavilion lost to the guests during the day, they slapped them hard.

The lights of the torch shone the entire Foreign Affairs Pavilion base like daylight. The disciples were training together and they were all immersed in sweat. It was extremely hard to see that they had been going on for a long time.

A figure hurriedly finally stopped outside the Foreign Affairs Pavilion camp. The people guarding the door stopped the figure, and the sharp weapons in his hands were against him, which seemed to him to take action without leaving.

"Please inform your parents here and say that there are important things to discuss in your family."

The visitor was particularly polite to the person who blocked him, and was extremely considerate, and he did not have the high attitude of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion at all.

The person guarding the door became angry when he heard that the person who came was a guest, and could not listen to other words. He directly hung up the weapons in his hand and stopped him in front of the man.

"The people who are staying in the house do not have the face to come to my Foreign Affairs Pavilion. If it weren't for you, how could we end up in the present!"

The gatekeeper was particularly excited, and the real roar also shocked the others beside him. The people in the training heard the words "Guest House" and looked in this direction.

Everyone widened their eyes, their ferocious faces, and their tight hands made Wei Xiong retreat uncontrollably. Seeing that their attitude had not been to train now, they would definitely have been torn into the next life.

"Don't be angry, this guy, I'm just a soldier. I'm here to discuss things with your master. I know you don't want me to go in. At least I'll give your master a message, otherwise I'm afraid I'm not responsible for anything that really delays."

Wei Xiong looked at the posture that stopped him. Although he instinctively wanted to retreat, he still stood up and went forward and said a few more words.

In fact, Wei Xiong knew about Yang Chen's arrest at the banquet, and immediately went to the Foreign Affairs Pavilion as Yang Chen told him before.

"..." The gatekeeper stood there hesitated when he heard Wei Xiong's words, "You are waiting here, I'll report to the Seventh Pavilion Master!"

Although my heart is full of resentment, I dare not act too much. Even if the person who comes said something was wrong, it would be okay to report it to the cabinet master. But if I really conceal it and don’t report it, I will definitely die without a complete body when something happens.

Wei Xiong silently looked at the one of the people walking into the tent at the door, and stood quietly, and did he glance at the situation inside with his own eyes.

"Seven Pavilion Masters, someone who claimed to be a guest house came outside the camp and said he had something to trade with you."

The person who reported at the door stood outside without moving, reporting with a humility, speaking with great caution. Everyone knew that the current Seventh Pavilion Master was in a bad mood because of the loss of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

"trade?"

The seven-gei elder who was listening to the report from the people below in the tent frowned. He was shocked when he heard the words from outside. What was going on? As soon as he beat them, he came over to discuss the matter.

"Yes, that's what the man outside the tent said."

The people outside received a response from the Seventh Pavilion Master, and quickly agreed and replied to him.

"Gei Master, Mo Li's cultivation has been completely destroyed. If we do not take measures now, his life will probably not be saved."

A low voice suddenly sounded in the tent, like a specialist in the Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

"I know this. Don't let anyone know about it for the time being. I will find a way to treat him."

"Okay, I will take my post first."

With just one conversation, the person outside the tent was really covered in cold sweat. What was going on? How could Mo Li lose all his martial arts? It would be fine, but his life was still in danger!

Shock and astonishment had already filled the heart of the person at the door. He kept cursing Wei Xiong at the door of the tent. If that guy hadn't been to him, how could he hear such words at this critical moment? What if the Qige Lao destroyed himself because of this incident?

This Moli is the youngest disciple of the fifth master of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion. His strength is extraordinary. Why did he suddenly become in danger of his life? If it were really, I am afraid that the entire Foreign Affairs Pavilion would have to be covered in skin. Who doesn’t know that the fifth master of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion loves Moli the most?

The man, who was trembling all over, did not dare to vent his anger, so he could only wait obediently for Mr. Qige to think of this matter and take the initiative to reply to him.

"Let him come in."

The air stagnated for a long time, and the seventh Pavilion Master in the tent slowly spoke and ordered. The people outside the door quickly swept their bodies and rolled and crawled towards the door.

"Who... my master asked you to go in."

The man came to the door and faced Wei Xiong's face instantly changed, and he shouted at Wei Xiong.

Wei Xiong followed the man and soon arrived at the tent of the Seventh Pavilion Master. Wei Xiong looked around and this location was at the center of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

"This is the tent of the Qige Lao. If you have any questions, go in by yourself."

After taking Wei Xiong to the door, the leader explained a word and left in panic.

"Who are you?"

After seeing the man leave, Wei Xiong opened the door of the tent and walked in. His face was full of solemnity and a sense of pride all over his body appeared in front of him. Before he could speak, the man had already questioned the first question.

"We are in the Xiamen Guest. Today, I came here by Yang Chen and Young Master Yang. I want to negotiate a deal with the Qige Lao."

Wei Xiong heard the questioning of the Seventh Pavilion Master and his hands arched, showing his main purpose for coming here.

"Young Master Yang? Could it be Yang Chen?"

When the Seventh Pavilion Master heard these words, his tone of voice increased instantly, and the surprise and surprise were undoubtedly revealed. He had never met Yang Chen, but the transaction here had already been done in front of him. He felt extremely curious about Yang Chen.

"It's Yang Chen, Young Master Yang, and if Master Qige is willing to listen to what I'm talking about."

Wei Xiong stood upright and looked at the person in front of him openly, without missing the curiosity and fun that appeared on the face of Master Qige.

"Since you have come here, why not talk about it. I want to see what capital Mr. Yang has to trade with me."
Chapter completed!