stonecrandall Chapter 607 Elephant Armor Sect Grandfather and Grandson
Chapter 607 Elephant Armor Sect Grandfather and Grandson
Chapter 607 Elephant Armor Sect Grandfather and Grandson
In the lounge.
Along with Ye Qifeng, Qian Renxue, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling also watched the game.
However, the woman and two girls were completely focused on Ye Qifeng, and had no time to pay much attention to the match between the Shrek Seven Devils and Elephant Armor Academy.
Qian Renxue firmly occupied the position next to Ye Qifeng, practically clinging to him.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling could only sit on the sofa opposite the two, looking longingly at the empty seat next to Ye Qifeng. They wanted to sit there, but dared not act rashly because they were concerned about Qian Renxue's attitude.
Although Qian Renxue had accepted the existence of Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling and vaguely regarded them as sisters, she still harbored some resentment in her heart for a short period of time.
It was precisely because of this contradictory mentality that Qian Renxue's gaze always carried a hint of wariness whenever she looked at Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, as if she were afraid that they would snatch Ye Qifeng away from her.
However, when Qian Renxue saw that Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling always spoke softly and cautiously when facing her, and their words and actions revealed their closeness and flattery, she couldn't help but find it a little funny.
Especially when they affectionately called her "Sister Xue'er," Qian Renxue felt incredibly happy and extremely satisfied.
The competition outside was in full swing, while the locker room was filled with sweet romance; the joy they experienced was something most people could hardly comprehend.
Night Seven Wind experiences both pain and pleasure.
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Cluck—cluck—
Time passed, and suddenly two short knocks came from the double doors of the lounge, followed by a deep, resonant voice like a gong:
"Huyan Zhen, the leader of the Xiangjia Sect, along with his grandson Huyan Li, requests an audience with His Highness the Holy Son."
The sudden knocking and deep voice startled Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling in the lounge. They immediately realized who it was and stared in surprise.
"Huyan Zhen? Huyan Li? The sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect and his grandson?"
Seeing Ye Qifeng and Qian Renxue cuddling together across from them, I wasn't surprised.
With their Soul Douluo-level cultivation and powerful mental perception far exceeding that of ordinary Soul Masters, they had already sensed Hu Yanzhen's arrival before he even reached the door of the rest room.
Qian Renxue was reluctant to leave Ye Qifeng's embrace. She simply lifted her head slightly from Ye Qifeng's shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes glancing indifferently towards the door of the lounge, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
"What are they doing here? And why did they specifically come here? Xiao Feng, did you call them?"
"no."
Meeting Qian Renxue's questioning gaze, Ye Qifeng shook his head.
"Do you want to see them?"
Qian Renxue asked again.
"Since we're already here, let's meet him. I happen to have something to discuss with him."
Ye Qifeng smiled gently and exchanged a glance with Qian Renxue.
"Then I'll avoid this for now."
Qian Renxue immediately understood and, without any hesitation, got up from Ye Qifeng's arms.
Ye Qifeng nodded: "Mm."
Qian Renxue's current appearance is her true form. Few people have seen her true appearance, and even fewer know her identity as the young master of the Spirit Hall. Logically speaking, it wouldn't be a problem for her to stay here.
However, for safety's sake, it's best to meet as few people as possible to avoid leaks and unnecessary trouble for her.
"Sisters, come on over, let's hide in the back first."
After getting up, Qian Renxue turned around and walked to the back of the lounge, waving to Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling as she went.
Behind the lounge is an antique-style screen, and behind the screen is a spacious dressing room, which is specially set up to provide changing services for VIPs who rest here.
After all, clothing is the most easily damaged item during Soul Master battles, and changing rooms are a standard feature in every rest room of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, along with supporting toilets and showers.
"Oh, okay, Sister Xue'er."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were startled awake and quickly responded in unison. They then sprang up from the soft sofa and followed Qian Renxue into the dressing room behind the screen, trying their best to conceal their presence and hide.
The changing room was spacious enough to easily hide three women.
"Come in."
After Qian Renxue and the other two entered the changing room, Ye Qifeng spoke softly in a gentle voice.
After knocking on the door and requesting an audience, Hu Yanzhen remained silent, standing quietly and respectfully awaiting the decision of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall in the lounge.
Hu Yanzhen did not dare to use his spiritual power to investigate the situation inside the house, so he did not know how many people were inside or who they were.
But he was certain that the Holy Son of Night Seven Winds was definitely inside.
This was the information he had managed to obtain from Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Heavenly Fighting Temple, after much pleading and cajoling.
Hu Yanli, his body wrapped in bandages, stood behind Hu Yanzhen, barely daring to utter a sound. His expression, besides being full of tension, also carried a clear sense of anticipation and excitement.
After being treated by the official healing-type Soul Master of the competition, the wounds and bloodstains on his body caused by his head-on clash with Tang San have been cleaned up, and his injuries are no longer a problem.
However, it will take some time for it to fully recover.
But Hu Yanzhen couldn't wait for him to recover. As soon as the treatment was over, he rushed to the lounge where Ye Qifeng was to see him.
Hu Yanzhen naturally had a purpose in coming to see the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Firstly, it was out of courtesy that, as a subject of the Spirit Hall, he should come to pay his respects to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Secondly, it was to make a familiar face. The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall had been established for more than ten years, but as the head of the vassal forces supported by the Spirit Hall, he had never met him. Now that he had the opportunity to meet him, he naturally had to come.
Thirdly, it was to secure a better future for his most favored grandson, Huyan Li. If he could obtain even the slightest benefit from the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, it would be immensely beneficial to his grandson.
As for whether or not he would be seen, that was entirely up to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall to decide, and Hu Yanzhen dared not utter a single complaint.
After a short wait, a young male voice soon came from the lounge.
The voice was slightly flat, but warm and gentle, and sounded like heavenly music to Hu Yanzhen and Hu Yanli.
The grandfather and grandson both broke into happy smiles at almost the same time.
Having received permission to meet, Hu Yanzhen immediately stretched out his hands, which were larger than palm-leaf fans, gently grasped the doorknobs, and slowly pushed them in, as if afraid that he might accidentally use too much force and dismantle the two doors.
The door wasn't locked, and Hu Yanzhen easily pushed open the double doors of the lounge. He immediately saw a tall, handsome young man sitting in the center of a spacious, soft sofa inside.
It was the night of the seventh wind.
"Huyan Zhen of the Elephant Armor Sect pays respects to His Highness the Holy Son."
Huyan Zhen led his grandson Huyan Li in quickly, closed the door behind him, and then swiftly approached Ye Qifeng. He stood with his legs together, his right fist pressed against his left chest, and bowed deeply in respect.
As the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the four lower sects among the seven major sects, Hu Yanzhen, like Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, held the honorary title of Guest Elder in the Spirit Hall. Logically, he should not have to bow to Ye Qifeng.
but.
The Elephant Armor Sect is a special case, as it was originally an affiliated force supported by the Spirit Hall. In addition, Hu Yanzhen was originally from the Spirit Hall, so he still needed to pay his respects to Ye Qifeng, who was of higher status than him.
It only requires a bow.
Hu Yanzhen is an 87th-level Soul Douluo. In the Spirit Hall, his status is second only to the titled Douluo elders of the Elder Hall, and he is on par with the six Platinum Bishops of the four major headquarters temples of the Heaven Dou Temple, the Star Luo Temple, and Spirit City.
Aside from kneeling when meeting the Pope, a simple bow is sufficient when meeting elders of the Elder Hall who are below the Pope but of higher status, or holy sons of the Spirit Hall who are half a level above the elders.
As soon as the two burly men entered the lounge, the entire space instantly felt cramped. Ye Qifeng felt the light suddenly dim, and the two enormous figures were already in front of him, bringing a strong sense of visual oppression.
Although he already knew that Hu Yanzhen and Hu Yanli had some unusual physical characteristics, Ye Qifeng still felt an unprecedented shock when their massive bodies stood in front of him.
Especially Hu Yanzhen, whose body was three meters tall and weighed over 700 kilograms, was simply a huge mountain of flesh, and to exaggerate a bit, it almost occupied most of the rest room space.
In comparison, Hu Yanli, who is only 2.5 meters tall and weighs more than 500 kilograms, looks like a younger brother, or rather, a grandson, standing next to Hu Yanzhen. Well, they are grandfather and grandson after all.
It just goes to show that birds of a feather flock together; the Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul is terrifyingly powerful.
"Sect Leader Huyan, there's no need for such formalities."
Barely suppressing the shock in his heart, Ye Qifeng accepted Hu Yanzhen's bow with composure, but still waved his hand politely as is customary.
Then he looked at Huyan Li, who was slightly behind Huyan Zhen by half a body length:
"this."
"Reporting to Your Highness, this is my eldest grandson, Huyan Li, who is twenty years old and at level forty-three, a Soul Master."
After finishing the ceremony, Hu Yanzhen straightened up and noticed that Ye Qifeng was turning his gaze to his grandson, so he immediately introduced him.
"Li'er, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and pay your respects to His Highness the Holy Son."
Seeing his grandson Huyan Li still foolishly refusing to bow, Huyan Zhen was furious. He swung his hand, which was larger than a palm-leaf fan, and slapped him on the back of the head. At the same time, he turned around and gave Ye Qifeng a sheepish smile:
"Your Highness, please don't be offended. This child is good in every way, except that he is a bit too straightforward and can't think straight."
You call this being straightforward? Ye Qifeng looked at this scene and couldn't help but show a strange expression. Then he glanced at Hu Yanzhen's huge hand, which was almost twice the size of an ordinary person's. Come to think of it, are you sure that slap you knocked out his brain?
"It's alright."
Night Seven Wind waved his hand tolerantly.
"Oh, okay, Grandpa."
After being slapped by his grandfather, Hu Yanli grimaced, finally realizing what was happening, and quickly responded.
He had been so focused on staring at His Highness the Holy Son that he forgot his grandfather's earlier instructions, and his behavior now seemed rather rude.
It's not surprising that he reacted this way, mainly because His Highness was unexpectedly young, looking a year or two younger than him.
Although I had seen His Highness the Holy Son from afar at the opening ceremony, this was the first time I had seen him so close, so I subconsciously took a second look.
"Huyan Li of the Elephant Armor Sect pays respects to His Highness the Holy Son."
Huyan Li dared not be negligent and quickly knelt down on one knee, performing a kneeling salute.
He wasn't a Soul Douluo powerhouse like his grandfather, Hu Yanzhen. Although he held the title of Young Master of the Elephant Armor Sect, his strength was insufficient, and he didn't have much of a position in the Spirit Hall.
The Spirit Hall operates on strength and status, so when facing Ye Qifeng, the Spirit Hall's Holy Son with an extraordinary position, they still had to kneel.
Get up.
Ye Qifeng waved for Huyan Li to stand up, and then said:
"Huyanli, right? You did very well. I watched the match just now, you did a great job."
"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Highness." Hu Yanli's face lit up with joy at Ye Qifeng's praise, but he quickly felt unworthy of it and scratched the back of his head.
"Unfortunately, they still lost in the end."
Ye Qifeng smiled gently and spoke the truth:
"Actually, you don't need to worry about it. The Shrek Seven Devils are quite strong overall, almost on par with your Elephant Armor Academy. It's just that you are all defensive-type Soul Masters, so you can't use your abilities effectively against control-type Soul Masters."
"The fact that you managed to take down five of their opponents is, in my opinion, already a very good result."
"Therefore, there is no need to feel ashamed of yourself."
"Your Highness's insight is keen, and your words hit the nail on the head." Before Hu Yanli could speak, Hu Yanzhen had already spoken first, expressing his agreement with Ye Qifeng's words.
Hu Yanli nodded. His previously depressed mood suddenly improved, and he even developed a greater liking for the young Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Of course, there was also more respect.
The fact that Ye Qifeng, the Holy Son, could so succinctly pinpoint the root cause of Elephant Armor Academy's defeat shows that he is no ordinary person.
"Please have a seat. Uh, there aren't any suitable seats for you here, so I won't invite you to sit down."
Ye Qifeng nodded slightly, intending to invite the two to sit down, but after glancing at their large size and the narrow sofas on either side, he had no choice but to change his mind.
"It's alright, it's alright, we can just stand."
Hu Yanzhen and Hu Yanli were clearly aware of their unusual physiques, and that the sofas and chairs here simply couldn't support their size and weight, so they offered to stand.
They are born this way, like the members of the Xiangjia Zong Huyan clan.
Anyone who inherits the ancestral martial soul, the Diamond Mammoth, will be able to reach adulthood at the age of sixteen. Not only men, but even women will not be shorter than two meters or weigh less than 250 kilograms.
(End of this chapter)