"Dad, are you looking for me?" Song Qian came to Song Yi's study.

"Hehe, sit down, I have something to ask you. Song Yi looked at Song Qian and smiled.

"Dad, what are you going to ask?" Song Qian said a little strangely.

"I heard that Yuchen has made a powerful friend outside?" Song Yi stared at Song Qian and asked, he wondered why no one had told him that Song Yuchen had brought a strong man who was at least in the middle stage of soul forging.

"Yuchen has made a powerful friend, why don't I know, he hasn't made any friends!" Song Qian said with a puzzled look in her slender eyes.

"You don't know?" asked Song Yi with a deep expression.

"I haven't heard of any friends Yuchen has when I go out this time, not to mention that he has a poor qualification for refining Qi Realm cultivation, what strong friends can he make?" Song Qian said.

Song Yi stared at Song Qian's expression, knowing that she was not lying, and became more and more puzzled: "That friend of his, who is in his courtyard, can abolish Yang Ghost, and his strength is at least in the middle stage of soul forging, and his father is a little puzzled, how Yuchen made such a strong person." ”

"Could it be him?" Song Qian remembered that Song Yuchen had saved a teenager on the way, but she didn't expect it to be a strong man.

"You know?" Song Yi said as he looked at Song Qian.

"Yuchen rescued a seriously injured teenager on the road, and the man was so badly injured that I thought he wouldn't survive. once advised Yuchen not to meddle in his affairs, but Yuchen insisted on going his own way, but he didn't expect the man to be so seriously injured that he woke up overnight. I didn't care about it at the time, and now that I think about it, it wasn't by chance that he woke up. Song Qian's eyes flashed with a different color.

"Oh!" Hearing Song Qian's explanation, Song Yi knocked his fingers on the desk and pondered.

"Dad, I'll go find out the details of that man!" Song Qian said as she looked at her pensive father.

"You don't need to go, that person can abolish Ghost Yang, and your strength can't be tested. In addition, Luo Yang, the young sect master of the Qingluo Sect, is coming to our Song family tomorrow, his main purpose is to come to see you, you can concentrate on getting ready!"

Song Yi did not agree with Song Qian to test Sun Wukong, he knew very well that Song Qian's arrogance would inevitably offend the other party, and Song Qian's initial strength in forging souls was difficult to test the details of the other party.

Hearing Luo Yang, the young sect master of the Qingluo Sect, Song Qian's narrow eyes showed a look, she thought that she was extremely talented, her eyes were above the top, and she looked down on any young man, but she admired the young sect master of the Qingluo Sect abnormally.

Qingluo Sect is the most powerful immortal cultivation sect within a radius of 10,000 miles from Xincheng, Sect Master Luo Su is a half-step peer at the Immortal Realm powerhouse, and the young sect master Luo Yang is a genius who is rare in a hundred years.

A few days ago, Qing Luozong sent a message, mentioning that Luo Yang admired Song Qian very much, and wanted to come to the Song family in Xincheng to visit the Song family Mingzhu.

Song Qian was extremely happy that Luo Yang was going to come to him by name, and as soon as Song Yi said it, she forgot about Sun Wukong, and then left immediately.

Soon after Song Qian left, Uncle Wu, who was with the caravan, came to Song Yi's study.

"Old Wu, it's hard to accompany Qian'er out this time!" Song Yi said as he looked at the old Uncle Wu.

"Miss Protection is the Rong Xin of the old slave, how can there be such a hard work?" Wu Bo said respectfully, he was the old housekeeper of the Song family for many years, and he was extremely loyal to the Song family.

"Well, I don't know if you heard about a strong man next to Yuchen?" Song Yi stared at Uncle Wu's old face and said, he knew that Uncle Wu, as the chief housekeeper of the Song family, was well-informed, and he must have heard the rumors.

"Back to the master, the old slave has just heard about it. Wu Bo said sincerely.

"I heard Qian'er say that the person was rescued by Yuchen from the middle of the road, or is he a teenager?" Song Yi said.

"Yes, the old slave didn't expect that Young Master Yuchen would save someone casually, and he turned out to be a strong immortal cultivator!"

"You go to find out the details of that person, remember to do it secretly, don't offend the other party. Song Yi said.

"Yes, sir! The old slave knows how to do it. After Wu Bo respectfully agreed, he turned around and left.

Song Yuchen's meridians have been unblocked since the morning, and he has spent a day in an excited state of cultivation, confirming his conjectures that were difficult to do before. And Sun Wukong closed the door tightly and continued to restore his cultivation.

A day passed unconsciously, Song Yuchen practiced for a day, and after eating and drinking enough, he went to bed early. On this day, he slept very early, fell asleep very quickly, and slept sweetly as he had never been, I don't know what sweet dreams he had, and the corners of his mouth smiled unconsciously.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Sun Wukong finally fully recovered his cultivation, and was about to sleep and rest, when he suddenly felt someone coming, and soon came to his roof.

It was an old man who came, and although he was wearing a mask, Sun Wukong could still recognize that the old man on the roof was Wu Bo, a mid-stage soul forging cultivator who was with the convoy.

"Huh, what about people?" Before Uncle Wu came, he clearly sensed that Sun Wukong was in this room, and when he went to observe at this moment, he found that there was no one.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly a voice came from behind him, Wu Bo was startled, and hurriedly turned around, finding a young man staring at him wildly.

"In the middle stage of soul forging, it is really amazing to have such a cultivation at such a young age!" Wu Bo stared at Sun Wukong and exclaimed.

"Nothing like this?" Sun Wukong said lightly: "Tell me the reason why you came!"

"The old man is the uncle of Ghost Yang, I heard that you abolished his cultivation, the old man came to see what your Excellency is capable of?"

"So you're here for revenge?" said Sun Wukong with arrogant disdain.

"Revenge or not, just ask the young man for a lesson or two!" Wu Bo said, his tone not strong.

"Do you want advice?" Sun Wukong said with a slight upturn in the corners of his mouth: "Take my punch!"

Sun Wukong knew that the other party was here to test his cultivation, so he simply let the other party know that it was powerful, don't bother yourself again and again, so this punch is very powerful, comparable to a peak cultivator of soul forging.

Staring at Sun Wukong's terrifying punch, Wu Bo saw that this punch was definitely beyond the scope of the middle stage of soul forging, and he was shocked.

Wu Bo flew out from the roof, although he tried his best to resist, it was still difficult to block Sun Wukong's powerful fist.

There is no moon tonight, the stars are sparse and dim, and in the dark night sky, Wu Bo didn't know where he fell, and he vomited blood. He obviously felt that Sun Wukong's cultivation was only in the middle stage of soul forging, but he didn't expect that Sun Wukong's real combat power was beyond imagination.

Wu Bo could feel that even so, Sun Wukong still kept his hand and didn't use all his strength, otherwise his punch would be enough to kill him. Sun Wukong's strength frightened him, dragged his seriously injured body, and went to Song Yi's study with palpitations.

"Hmph, I hope I can learn a lesson, and don't bother me again. Sun Wukong looked at Wu Bo, who was leaving in a panic, and snorted coldly.

In Song Yi's study, the lights were still on late at night.

Looking at Uncle Wu, who was pale and embarrassed, Song Yi exclaimed, "Are you injured?"

"Back to the master, that young man is a mid-stage cultivator of soul forging. Wu Bo said.

"Is it in the middle stage of soul forging, he is even more talented than Qian'er, it is indeed extraordinary, in addition, he can seriously injure Lao Wu, and his combat power is not bad!" Song Yi said, hearing that Sun Wukong was only cultivating in the middle stage of soul forging, he was a lot more relieved, at least in the middle stage of the Song family's soul forging, he couldn't make any waves.

"Master, after listening to the old slave, although that young man is in the middle stage of soul forging cultivation, his strength is comparable to the peak of soul forging, and he is extremely powerful. Wu Bo said quickly.

"Cultivation in the middle stage of soul forging is comparable to the peak of soul forging in strength?" Song Yi exclaimed, the middle stage of soul forging is comparable to the peak of soul forging is really a great genius, at least it is difficult for Shen Guo to find such a genius.

"His strength is at least at the peak of soul forging, and the old slave is not talented, but he was injured by his punch. Wu Bodao.

"What?

"Yes! And the old slave felt that the young man didn't exert his full strength, his combat power was terrifying!" Recalling Sun Wukong's domineering punch, Wu Bo said in horror.

"Didn't go all out?" Song Yi was even a little skeptical about the credibility of Wu Bo's words, he couldn't imagine that a mid-stage soul forging cultivator would be so strong.

Looking at Song Yi's shocked look, Wu Bo didn't speak again, how could he not be shocked, a young man in the middle of soul forging is comparable to the peak of soul forging, and he is the best in the peak of soul forging, what an amazing potential, how can people not be surprised.

"Old Wu, you go and heal your wounds! restrain the children of the Song family, don't provoke that young man again. Song Yi said in a heavy tone.

Song Yi didn't expect Song Yuchen to save someone casually, he turned out to be such a powerful person, although Sun Wukong injured Song Jiale and abolished Yang Ghost, Song Yi didn't dare to offend Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong is not wrong, he will not make a feud with Sun Wukong for a Yang ghost who does not listen to orders and asks for his own hardship.

As if nothing had happened all night, Sun Wukong slept comfortably in the second half of the night. Song Yuchen slept unprecedentedly sweetly this night, and for more than ten years, except for this time, he had never had such a peaceful rest.

On the second day, Luo Yang, the young sect master of the Qingluo Sect, came as scheduled. The handsome and chic, imposing Luo Yang amazed the Song family.

At the age of twenty, he was at the peak of soul forging and cultivated, and he was tall and handsome, he was simply a prince in the minds of girls, even if he was as arrogant as Song Qian, he couldn't help but secretly agree.

The whole Song family was busy receiving Luo Yang, the young sect master of the Qingluo Sect, and all this seemed to have nothing to do with Song Yuchen, who was cultivating under the guidance of Sun Wukong at the moment.

After years of hard work and cultivation, he couldn't make an inch, and now the meridians are opened, and the spiritual power in his body is smooth like a collapsed river embankment, and the spiritual power is pouring thousands of miles, and his strength is rapidly improving, although it has only been a day, he is faintly about to break through.

In the living room of the Song family, everyone had gone out, only Luo Yang and Song Qian, and the two chatted happily. Luo Yang is still very satisfied with Song Qian, with her tall figure and good looks, Luo Yang feels that the trip is worthwhile.

"Sister, you want to avenge me! My bones have been broken several times, and my brother has never suffered such humiliation、、、!

Song Qian was chatting with Luo Yang, and suddenly Song Jiale ran in and cried to Song Qian with a look of resentment and grievance.

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