High in the sky, in the White Cloud Pavilion.

Zhang Luye smacked his lips, looking at the empty teacup in his hand with a look of nostalgia, and then secretly glanced at the exquisite mist teapot in front of Yun Heng.

"Uncle Yun..."

Zhang Luye rubbed his palm-leaf fan-like hands together, and said in a flattering tone, "Can I have another drink?"

Yun Heng raised his eyelids, a look of obvious disgust appearing on his face.

"You think this is tap water? Tell me, how many pots have you drunk in the past few days?"

Having said that, Yun Heng still shook his head helplessly, turned his wrist slightly, and poured another glass for Zhang Luye.

Zhang Luye immediately smiled happily, holding the teacup with both hands and sipping it gently. This time he didn't dare to drink it in one gulp.

Yun Heng put down the teapot and said slowly, "Now that you've finished your drink, let's get going."

Zhang Luye was about to nod when he suddenly frowned.

Why does this sound so unpleasant?

He wanted to open his mouth to correct it, but when he met Yun Heng's half-smile, he immediately backed down.

Li Guitang frowned, his eyes scanning back and forth between Yun Heng and Zhang Luye.

Finally, he looked at Zhang Luye and asked Yun Heng, "With Li Huaiyuan here, why should Zhang Luye go?"

Yun Heng chuckled and lightly picked up the edge of the cloud cup with his fingers.

"Although Li Huaiyuan is a Grandmaster, he is best at leading troops in battle."

"If we really fight alone, he may not be Han Xiaotian's opponent."

As he spoke, he patted Zhang Luye's shoulders, which were as broad as a wall.

"It's better to let Xiaolu go. I trust him to do the job..."

Zhang Luye was flattered and his chest straightened even more.

"Senior Li, Uncle Yun is right. It's safer for me to go over there."

......

Li Guitang wanted to hold his forehead, but he held back.

Yun Heng nodded with satisfaction, patted Zhang Luye's arm, which was thicker than his thigh, and said earnestly:

"It's me, your uncle. If I hadn't held you in my arms back then, how could I have given you such a good opportunity?"

Zhang Luye was a little confused, staring with his tiger eyes.

What? A good opportunity?

What is Uncle Yun talking about?

How does running over to intimidate a grandmaster have anything to do with a good opportunity?

Yun was separated by endless leaden clouds, pointing in the direction of Mingsha Castle, analyzing the situation for Zhang Luye very carefully.

"Did your son take the Zhang family's Grandmaster to calm the situation?"

Zhang Luye nodded blankly.

Yun Heng continued, "Look, it's Yan Sheng's nephew who has the best eyes."

"What did I say a few days ago? When doing good things, we have to do them openly."

"When Miss Jiang sees so many members of the Zhang family coming to help her tomorrow, won't she start to think that the Zhang family isn't as bad as she thought..."

Zhang Luye was unhappy when he heard this. He stiffened his neck and said in a muffled voice:

"Uncle Yun, please speak with conscience. Our Zhang family diligently protects the Western Frontier. Every year, hundreds of our members have died on this line of defense. How could it be so bad?"

Yun Heng pinched his thigh imperceptibly and forced a smile.

"Well, don't worry about these details."

"I mean, your son and a group of masters alone can barely contain Luo Guangsheng and Ni Susu."

"If Jiang girl was having a good fight and Han Xiaotian took sides..."

......

"He dares?"

Li Guitang's brows furrowed, and murderous intent suddenly rose, and Yunting almost collapsed.

Yun Heng's mouth twitched, and he quickly winked at the director.

Li Guitang was stunned for a moment, then looked at the silly Zhang Luye, as if he had realized something.

He restrained his momentum and looked up at the cloud pillars on the octagonal pavilion, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Heng patted Zhang Luye again, waking him up from Li Guitang's aura.

"If Han Xiaotian takes sides, won't your son be able to handle it?"

Zhang Luye nodded immediately, his eyes turning red as he thought of something.

His Zhang family is miserable...

When his father Zhang Heming was alive, things were okay, he could barely rank 14th on the Martial Immortals List.

But after his father died, life became worse and worse.

He, Zhang Luye, was at the bottom of the list of martial immortals and was of low generation. Any martial immortal in China could boss him around.

As for his son Zhang Yansheng, he was at the bottom of the Grandmaster Ranking...

It is said that when Ding Pojun was sparring with him, he didn't even use a gun, but broke Zhang Yansheng's nose with his pair of iron fists.

When it came to the grandson's generation, there was finally a great man named Zhang Pengcheng.

As a result, it is the last one among the 90 Platinum Generation...

Previously, it could be argued that among the four great masters of the 90s generation, Zhang Pengcheng was the youngest and this was understandable.

As a result, a younger Jiang Xue appeared...

......

The more Zhang Luye thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, and the more he missed his father.

Alas, if my father were still alive, his Zhang family would also have two martial immortals.

Although the value of the family is not as high as that of the Yun family, it has not reached this point...

......

Yun Heng pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere like a magician and handed it to Zhang Luye.

"Look, my nephew can stop the Grandmaster, but he can't stop the Grandmaster. Doesn't this favor have been greatly reduced?"

Zhang Luye took the handkerchief, and Li Kui wiped the corners of his eyes as if he was embroidering, and actually felt that what Yun Heng said made a lot of sense.

After all, he still hugged his own kiss... He sighed.

But then, Zhang Luye was stunned again. He asked blankly, "What favor has been greatly reduced? Whose favor is it? Uncle Yun, why don't you explain it more clearly?"

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