Listening to the old lady's words, everyone was shocked again, and even a little confused. The first time the old lady told a lie, it is understandable that she was oppressed by Ming Zhao. But now that Ming Zhao just gave an empty promise, but you insulted Lin Que, isn't this too much.

Ling Qingqing noticed Lin Que at this time, she was very interested, how would this ordinary teenager refute the old lady?

The young man in blue said to Cheng Zhukuai: "Cheng Zhukuai, all this is a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!"

Cheng Zhu had already seen him, so he smiled and said, "Since Ling Gongzi said that he had misunderstood, it must have been a misunderstanding! Brothers, let's go!"

Cheng Zhukuai was just a routine, and he didn't think about meddling in this matter at all, after all, Qinghemen was a thorn, and it was better not to move.

Cheng Zhu quickly left with his brothers, and Lin Que was also about to leave, he felt a little tired.

Ming Zhao stopped Lin Que, he saw that Lin Que was very unhappy, and felt that Lin Que was nosy, and he lost face today.

He pointed at Lin Que, his fingers were about to poke Lin Que's forehead, and he said, "Boy, wait a minute! Our business is not over yet! Kneel down and kowtow to the young master three times, call grandpa three times, and Lao Tzu will let you go-"

"Get out of here!" Lin Que stared at him and spat out a sentence.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Ming Zhao fly out upside down, flying over several streets in a row, and finally his collar hung on the eaves at the top of a restaurant.

Mingzhao jumped, and then howled and cried.

Lin Que was in a very unhappy mood, and he had to teach Mingzhao a lesson if he said anything today.

"Yo, I can't see it, this stinky boy has a lot of personality!" Ling Qingqing looked at Lin Que's departing back and said.

The blue-clothed young man glared at Ling Qingqing and reprimanded, "Qingqing, how do you speak?

"Got it, got it!" Ling Qingqing replied casually, "However, how did this stinky boy make a move just now? he actually shook Ming Zhao two miles away, and Ming Zhao's collar was hanging on the eaves, and Ming Zhao's body didn't seem to be injured. Looking at it, this stinky boy is quite accurate. ”

The young man in blue didn't answer, he said secretly in his heart: "It's really rare for this young man to be able to handle his spiritual power so accurately. After I go back, I will ask my subordinates to inquire about his whereabouts, and be sure to recruit him to our Tianyan Chamber of Commerce. Even if you can't, it's okay to be a friend.

The blue-clothed young man lifted the reins and said to Ling Qingqing: "Qingqing, let's go, my brother's matter is a big deal!" Now there should be many martial artists, pharmacists and inscription masters at the gate of the Chamber of Commerce, we have to hurry up and entertain them!"

Ling Qingqing heard the young man in blue talk about this, she no longer had a hippie smile, she said solemnly: "Well, my brother's matter is the big thing!"

After Lin Que arrived at the inn, he saw a white notice posted at the door of the inn, which was full of words:

The Tianyan Chamber of Commerce needs to recruit a group of martial artists, pharmacists and inscription masters, and the martial artists must be above the seventh level of the Violent Qi Realm, and there is no requirement for pharmacists and inscription masters. If the person who can cure Ling Jian Gongzi's strange illness will get the middle-grade spiritual weapon that Mr. Xie has personally refined by Mr. Xie, the fourth-grade inscription master, and will always be the guest of honor of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce.

The front of the notice was crowded with people, and when they saw this notice, their hearts immediately became hot.

"The Tianyan Chamber of Commerce ranks second among the three major forces in Universiade City, and if you can become a guest of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, you will really have no worries about food and clothing in this life!"

"What I value most is the middle-grade spiritual weapon of Mr. Xie, the fourth-grade inscription master, with this treasure, you can go sideways in Universiade City in the future!"

"That's it, why don't you give it a try?" asked a young man.

Many people closed their mouths, and after Lin Que asked someone, he learned that Ling Shen, the president of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, had a younger son, and that little son was plotted by the enemy when he was a child, and his body didn't know what he had planted for the enemy, and he had been languishing.

After hearing this news, Lin Que glanced at the notice again, and with a plan in his heart, he asked the way to the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce. The Tianyan Chamber of Commerce is a little more imposing than the Red Maple Trading Workshop, with two golden lions in front of it. There were a few people standing in front of the door, some holding medicine boxes with leisurely expressions. Some carry their hands behind their backs and are arrogant. Some were holding big knives, staring at the two golden lions, drooling.

"Hey, little brother, are you a martial artist, an inscription master, or a pharmacist?" A pock-faced pharmacist next to him saw that Lin Que was so small and asked.

"I, I, I'm both a warrior and an inscriptionist. Lin Que replied truthfully.

"Inscription Master?, how many products?" the hemp-faced pharmacist was a little unconvinced.

"Second grade. Lin Que thought for a moment.

"Boy, you are bold enough! You dare to pretend to be an inscription master!" A middle-aged man with a wine trough nose in front of him turned around and stared at Lin Que, "Lao Tzu is over fifty years old, and he is only a first-grade inscriptionist, and you doll is really good at bragging! The one next to me only became a second-grade inscription master last year." He patted the man next to him on the shoulder.

The man was thin and dressed as a scholar, and he glanced at Lin Que and didn't say anything.

Lin Que didn't bother to explain.

With a "clang", the door opened, and a young man in blue walked out of the door, it was the one Lin Que had just seen, and he was followed by an old housekeeper. He arched his hand: "Masters, it's been a long wait!

His gaze stopped at a middle-aged man in his forties in front of him, he smiled, his attitude was extremely respectful, and said, "Master Feng, you are here, please come in." ”

"Brother Ling Chong, don't call it anything! Let's hurry in!"

The middle-aged man didn't put on a show, he carried the medicine box on his back and walked straight in, and he was chatting and laughing with the young man in blue.

The wine trough nose was very unhappy in his heart, and said: "Who is this middle-aged man, why is he so dragged like this, and he still calls Ling Chong Gongzi a brother!"

The pock-faced pharmacist whispered, "He is Mr. Xie's disciple Feng Qingyang!"

"Mr. Xie?" the wine trough closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Yo, you're Master Chen, right! Grand Master Ling asked me to pick you up!" the old butler asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" replied the middle-aged man dressed as a scholar.

The old butler glanced at him with contempt in his heart, and said in his heart: "Damn, put on a stinky shelf of birds! If it weren't for Master Ling to pick you up, Lao Tzu wouldn't be too lazy to bird you!"

"Yo, this is Master Chen's disciple, well, he looks quite flexible and witty, at a young age, standing here, there is a row of grandmasters' momentum, worthy of being Master Chen's disciple!"

The pock-faced pharmacist reminded him: "He is not Master Chen's disciple, and no one knows him!"

"What?" the old butler's eyes widened, he took two steps back, pointed at Lin Que, and said, "I know that your kid is not a disciple of Master Chen, and he looks like a thief, and it is not a good thing at first glance." Fortunately, I was quick-witted, otherwise I would have been deceived. Say, who the hell are you?"