Mr. Ren was surprised: "You’re not going in?"

Zhao Shanhe said reservedly: "I’m going over there."

He pointed with his finger and smiled smugly.

Mr. Ren widened his eyes: "Over there? The upper room?"

Zhao Shanhe, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently: "Yes, Shangfang Yayuan."

Mr. Ren: "..."

Suddenly feeling a bit small, he said angrily: "Why are you going over there? Why wasn’t it arranged for you here?"

Zhao Shanhe chuckled: "Old Ren, you must understand, people are different, although they say everyone’s equal, there are still ranks... right, which number room are you staying in downstairs? I’ll come find you later."

"I don’t need you to find me!"

"Let’s have a drink, and I’ll tell you what Shangfang Yayuan is like, it’ll broaden your horizons, Old Ren, Old Ren don’t go..."

"Drink with your big-headed ghost!"

Mr. Ren had already disappeared.

Zhao Shanhe smiled reservedly and turned to An Ruoxing, saying: "Look at this... even Mr. Ren is a Chief, yet he’s so lacking in demeanor and cultivation."

An Ruoxing gave him a disdainful glance, while Old Man Shen, beside him, chimed in coldly: "You’re cultivated, always suppressing your subordinates, that’s very cultivated of you..."

Zhao Shanhe quickly cleared his throat and led people towards Shangfang Yayuan, eagerly proclaiming: "Let’s go... hurry up, I’m telling you, Shangfang Yayuan is great, it’s a symbol of status and position... hey, I wonder if Old Ren is eavesdropping..."

Behind a door downstairs, Mr. Ren’s face turned dark as he mumbled angrily: "That dog Zhao Shanhe... actually living in Yayuan! Damn! Why him..."

...

Ningxue Sword left, and Fang Che was puzzled.

Why is Lord Jian so good to me? He even stopped to talk to me?

And also arranged accommodation?

Even the last time under the volcano, he was like this. He’s particularly kind to me, almost like looking at a beloved junior.

What exactly is going on?

Fang Che was racking his brain but couldn’t figure it out, because Ningxue Sword is not that kind of person. If he was, he would’ve had many disciples and connections by now.

But why does he view me so differently?

Whether logically, or according to Dongfang Sansan’s cautious nature, and Ningxue Sword’s behavior, he shouldn’t know my true situation.

Fang Che scratched his head, puzzled for a long time.

Until someone called out, then he followed a deacon into a medium-sized small hall.

"Everyone’s in there, just go in yourself."

Inside, there were already about thirty people.

These were all the top talents from various regions, plus the headquarters’ geniuses, all at the King level.

They were each other’s competitors in this selection.

When Fang Che opened the door and entered, about sixty pairs of eyes all turned to him at once.

Suddenly, various auras stirred intensely.

About thirty people, mutually exclusive, filled with war intent, were originally confronting each other, none willing to lose.

Fang Che suddenly opened the door and entered, breaking the momentum’s balance. All kinds of complex auras suddenly surged towards him.

"Damn it!"

Fang Che was caught off guard, the strong aura almost knocked him down.

He opened the door easily, not expecting an ambush.

Knocked back slightly, he immediately stepped forward, leaned forward, made a ’hey’ sound, and his whole body exploded with energy, rolling his aura back instantly.

The thirty-odd people inside were shocked.

Previous people who opened the door were collectively pushed back by everyone, then found ways to slide in, joining the group, guarding against each other, becoming part of the group, slowly maintaining balance and integrating.

But this time, unexpectedly, such a blunt person came, challenging more than thirty people by himself.

And is still trying to suppress? What kind of blunt person is this!

Instantly, everyone grunted simultaneously, their collective aura bursting out.

Fang Che was confused, why were these thirty-odd people ganging up on me? Is it just because I’m too handsome?

A bunch of losers actually jealous of my god-like looks.

More unwilling to lose, I couldn’t disgrace the face of a handsome man even if I died.

Gritting his teeth, facing the combined aura of more than thirty people, not retreating half a step.

Then slowly leaning more forward, his aura not weakening, his entire killing aura slowly forming, about to burst forth.

He tried hard to control it, preventing the killing aura from leaking.

Only using pure aura to contend.

All thirty were shocked: This guy actually withstood it.

Felt even more competitive.

We thirty people are all first place, a completely unfamiliar face comes in, blocking the combined force of thirty of us?

One person shouted: "Stop guarding against each other, unite as one, let’s knock this guy over!"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

A chorus of replies, then everyone slightly adjusted their posture, instantly, the aura of the thirty people merged into one.

Like an angry dragon, swinging its head and tail towards him.

Fang Che was shocked.

Just from this point, it was clear, not one among these thirty was weak, each had rich battle experience, knowing the surrounding situation well.

Could fight alone if possible, if not, instantly become one.

And could cooperate seamlessly immediately.

This is a true genius!

Fang Che admired in his heart, but was struggling to hold on.

But without using evil qi and killing aura, he could in no way resist the oppressive aura from thirty high-level King ranks.

His leaning body was slowly being raised.

Facing stronger aura, slowly being pushed back.

Fang Che’s body was already slightly leaning back.