Fang Zong nodded: "It's not a possibility, it's a certainty that it will be yours!"

Then he decisively withdrew his hand and stuffed the card into his inner pocket.

He was wearing clothes sent by Yang Yuying. Although they were expensive, they weren't as good as the ones Peter had specially made for him, but they were certainly enough to hold his cards.

Youming Feng stared blankly at Fang Zong, almost unable to resist reaching out to snatch it.

The generals' cards are not simple; they are not just ordinary business cards. They represent the friendship between the generals.

Youmingfeng dared not hope to gain the friendship of five powerful magic-level experts, but he could hardly believe that Fang Zong had obtained Bao Xiaomei's team battle card with just an ordinary street food meal!

What does this symbolize?

This symbolizes that if anything happens in the future, Fang Zong can always take out his phone... "Who? Which blind fool is bullying us? I'll call for help!"

"What, you're asking who to call?"

"One, two, three, four, five, five... no, add the Iron Skull and the Silver Skull, is seven magic-level experts enough?"

The moment the card is pulled out, it's enough to scare a whole bunch of people to death!

"Brother Zong, you're good enough to be a social butterfly," Youmingfeng said sourly.

Bai Su chuckled when she heard this, and noticed that Fang Zong's slightly upturned lips revealed a very kind and refined smile, but with a hint of mockery.

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself. Xiao Feng, you and I both have a knife, but are our knives truly sharp enough?"

Upon hearing this, Youmingfeng seemed to be deep in thought.

After waiting for a moment, he suddenly stood up, held the knife in both hands, held the long knife horizontally, and bowed to Fang Zong.

Fang Zong knew that a swordsman like Youming Feng valued etiquette, so he accepted the insult calmly, then stood up and walked towards the sky.

"I'm going out for a walk, and then..."

Fang Zong's voice grew increasingly distant: "Tell Shui Youyou that I've accepted her apprenticeship gift!"

"Hiss... It's a military general!"

"No wonder they had such a grand entrance; they're military officers, and they can even fly!"

"My wife's come out to see the immortals!"

Many customers at the food stall gathered around, shouting and watching Fang Zong's figure disappear into the distance high in the sky.

Bai Su and You Mingfeng quickly dodged, but as they passed a black car, Bai Su couldn't help but look at Shui Youyou, who was peering out of the slightly rolled-down window with tears streaming down her face.

His bald head was very shiny.

With just one glance, her pretty face changed slightly!

"Fang Zong, you've taken on a huge problem." Bai Su sighed softly.

At the same time, a young woman from the third generation of the Yang family, who was in the first black car, also cried.

Waaaaah, Junior Uncle Fang Zong, why did you leave like this?

It's dark now, such a gentle night, what about her physical appearance...?

Carrying a knife, I wandered the four corners of the earth;

Riding the wind, the night is vast and boundless.

Fang Zong randomly chose a direction, taking a step that covered dozens of meters. Before long, he left the hustle and bustle of the city and arrived at the small bridges and streams in the suburbs.

He stopped in the treetops outside a villa, smiled at the little girl who was stunned at the villa window, and with a flick of his toes, shot into the vast forest.

Nobody knows where he went.

However, his legend has spread throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom and even the entire world.

In Shancheng, the bar across from the clinic was brightly lit.

Zhao Changle slumped lazily on the bar counter. In the soft light of the bar, his skin seemed to glow on its own, smooth, bright, and as soft as cream.

His every move, every smile, every frown stirred the hearts and eyes of the men and women in the bar.

"I've already given up. What can I do if I'm handsome?" Zhao Changle said self-pityingly.

Yang Xiaoliu across from him rolled his eyes. Standing at 1.2 meters tall, he had to stand on a chair to drink, and he was clearly immune to Zhao Changle's 'beauty'. He said directly, "You're handsome, not dashing. Please don't get the gender wrong."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Changle narrowed her willow-leaf eyes dangerously and alluringly: "You think you're Fang Zong?"

Yang Xiaoliu pulled out a large stick and asked in an equally dangerous tone, "What do you mean?"

"Heh, even if it's Fang Zong, no matter how arrogant he is, I'll teach him a lesson. I just absorbed all the power of the Nine Sons Hanging Coffins, I'm a true magic-level... uh?!!!!"

Suddenly, Zhao Changle froze.

Yang Xiaoliu, who was standing on the chair, was also stunned. He looked to the side and stared at the TV hanging on the wall.

It's a news item.

The handsome host, with a serious expression but a flushed face, said: "According to our station's news, the number one on the Leopard Ranking, the number one young martial artist in our country, the Suit-wearing Thug, arrived in Taiwan a few days ago. At 9:36 pm yesterday, the Cold Iron level zombie in Dongcheng Mountain, Taiwan, was killed without injury by the Suit-wearing Thug, and his nearly 1,500 ghosts were also wiped out."

Remember, it must be a kill without taking damage!

The suit-wearing thugs have set a benchmark for our nation's younger generation—what a remarkable achievement!

I believe that a new level of expert will be born soon!

Yang Xiaoliu rubbed his face and laughed, "Ha! Hahahaha..." He looked down at Zhao Changle and said, "Brother, what did you just say?"

Zhao Changle shook his head and glared, saying, "I didn't say anything!"

No, you said it!

Yang Xiaoliu played with the thick, black iron rod in his hand. He used so much force that the rod trembled, and his inner emotions were revealed on the surface.

Although he was teasing Zhao Changle, Fang Zong killed the magic-level zombie so quickly? Is Fang Zong really not the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, or Buddha Dipankara?

No, even the most powerful reincarnated being is currently just slacking off!

Yang Xiaoliu exclaimed, "Fang Zong, no, Brother Zong is amazing!"

Zhao Changle narrowed his eyes even more dangerously: "And then?"

"Of course, we should suck up to someone powerful!"

Yang Xiaoliu shamelessly said, "If I don't cling to a powerful figure, I'll be a fool. I have to hold on tight, hold on tight. That's why someone said something about Brother Zong being smug. We have to report this to Brother Zong and have him teach that bastard a lesson!"

Who are you calling an asshole?

"Are you going to act like a jerk, or do you want Brother Zong to beat you to a pulp?"

"Heh~~~" Zhao Changle suddenly laughed and shook his head, saying, "Do you think Fang Zong is so petty?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Beep beep beep~" The phone rang, but no one answered yet.

Zhao Changle immediately cursed, "Fang Zong, are you even human?"

"Hey, Brother Zong hasn't answered the phone yet!" Yang Xiaoliu looked at him like he was an idiot.

Zhao Changle ignored Yang Xiaoliu and continued cursing: "I just became an Iron Ghost, a magic-level spirit ghost, and you're going to kill a Cold Iron Zombie for me? Fang Zong, you wait..." He suddenly paused, "Hey, Brother Zong, long time no see!"

The vocal lines are enchanting.

There was no other reason than that the call was connected.

Fang Zong's slightly nervous voice came through: "What is it?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to chat with you. You know you're famous again."