Chapter 238 Drawing Lots
"Now, Teacher, you are truly the number one summoning master in the country."
Ye Feiyang smiled.
He was still somewhat shocked and delighted. After all, becoming a forbidden spell was one of Pang Lai's few long-cherished wishes. And this time, he had reached this point many years early.
"What a joke! Even if your master hasn't reached the forbidden spell level, I'm still recognized as the nation's number one summoning master!"
Upon hearing this, the sanctimonious demeanor on Pang Lai's face instantly shattered. He pointed at Ye Feiyang and defended himself like a child.
After saying this, he stood with his hands behind his back and gently stroked his beard with the other hand, acting like a hermit.
"knew."
Ye Feiyang nodded, but secretly complained in his heart.
"Didn't you say you didn't care about these empty reputations? Why do you feel like you've had a second spring after breaking through the forbidden spell?"
"Okay, old man, I won't talk about this anymore. I killed a young deacon and four discipline mages from the Mu family."
Ye Feiyang couldn't bear to see Pang Lai admiring himself, so he changed the subject.
"This is a trivial matter. It was the Mu family who broke the rules first. Even if they die, it's their own fault. Besides, your master is now using forbidden spells. They won't start a war over a few high-level mages."
Pang Lai said lightly.
Ye Feiyang showed a trace of helplessness on his face and turned away.
"Master, I'm leaving first."
"Wait a moment."
Pang Lai saw Ye Feiyang was about to leave and quickly spoke up.
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Ye Feiyang turned his head and looked at Pang Lai with a puzzled look.
"This training ground is not the one we rented. Please pay the repair fee before you leave."
Pang Lai pointed at the big hole created by the purple dragon claws and said lightly.
"ah!"
Hearing this, Ye Feiyang was stunned for a moment and looked at Pang Lai in surprise.
He said that Zhao Manyan, Mo Fan, and a few others were practicing together at the training ground, but why were they no longer there? It turned out that they were not in the same training ground.
Pang Lai waved his hand slightly, a light breeze came, and Pang Lai's body was carried away by the wind.
Seeing Pang Lai leave, Ye Feiyang shook his head, found the manager of the training ground, paid the repair fee before leaving.
"Hahahaha, I should have gone with you then. I really wanted to see those two women with my own eyes and let them pose for a few more times."
Jiang Shaoxu sat on the sofa, holding Ye Feiyang's mobile phone in his hand, and laughed out loud.
As he spoke, a look of regret appeared on his face.
At this moment, the photo on Ye Feiyang's phone screen was the "ugly photo" of Nan Rongni and Mu Tingying that Ye Feiyang had taken before.
"Although Mu Tingying is a brainless person and useless, Nan Rongni is a woman who is good at disguising herself and has a vicious heart. You must be careful of her in the future."
After laughing, Jiang Shaoxu's smile faded and he looked at Ye Feiyang seriously.
"Don't worry, Nan Rongni is a smart person who knows how to weigh the pros and cons. That's why she won't do anything about today's incident. It's that woman Mu Tingying who might stir up trouble."
Ye Feiyang reached out and held Jiang Shaoxu in his arms, his tone tinged with confidence as he spoke.
"Why?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shaoxu looked up at Ye Feiyang with a hint of doubt in his eyes and asked.
"The old man is back, and it seems he's been back for a while. The Mu family is deeply rooted in the imperial capital, and their network of relationships is vast. It's impossible for them not to have heard the news.
Furthermore, the Mu family has never been one that stands united against external enemies. The Mu family's leaders prioritize profit over blood ties. How could they possibly bother me over a few discipline mages and a small deacon? They'll most likely choose to tolerate this."
Ye Feiyang explained patiently.
"Now that Elder Pang is back, there's really nothing to worry about."
Jiang Shaoxu nodded and lay quietly in Ye Feiyang's arms, his hands gently stroking his abdominal muscles.
Time slipped away quietly, and Mu Ningxue recovered to her peak. During this period, Nan Rongni and Mu Tingying did not go to the training ground once, and Feng Li did not ask anyone to call them specifically.
With the arrival of national teams from various countries, Venice has gradually begun to restrict the flow of people. Venice itself is not very large and can only accommodate a small number of people. Normally, Venice is not crowded, but during the quadrennial National Team Tournament, people from all over the world flock to the city to witness the young wizards in person. Since such formal magic competitions are rare, wealthy people from all over the world also come to watch with their families.
After all, the Magic Association prohibits those old wizards from performing magic on TV for people to watch as if it were a show. Magic is always full of destruction and destructiveness.
The more powerful the magic, the more so.
In the Doge's Palace in Venice, the flags of the countries selected to enter Venice have been hung high. There are a total of 32 teams of countries entering Venice for the final duel, so the Doge's Palace now has a total of 32 flags.
As the game goes on, there will be fewer and fewer flags on the Governor's Palace, until only that one remains.
The country that has this honor is the one that ranks first in this national government competition.
Before the match began, Venetian Doge Fabio delivered his opening remarks in a high-pitched voice. It essentially consisted of explaining the support of various factions for the match, expressing gratitude for them, and offering some encouragement to the national teams. It was all just the same old, useless chicken soup.
After the opening remarks, the drawing of lots began.
"Ai Jiangtu, go up and smoke it."
Feng Li said to Ai Jiangtu, a look of ease and contentment on his face. He even chatted leisurely and elegantly with Pang Lai beside him.
"Lao Pang, who do you think will be the unlucky one to pick us this time?"
Hearing this, Pang Lai smiled but said nothing.
"Who is this old man in white robe?"
Mo Fan nudged Zhao Manyan beside him with his arm and asked in a low voice.
"He is Lao Ye's master, Pang Lai, the country's number one summoning master."
Zhao Manyan whispered.
"What about the Mu family?"
Mo Fan asked.
"Old Ye's backer is back. The Mu family's affairs are nothing special. Did the Mu family become enemies with Pang Lai because of those people?"
Zhao Manyan replied.
Nan Rongni and Mu Tingying huddled at the back of the team, looking at Ye Feiyang's figure with a hint of fear and resentment in their eyes.
Ye Feiyang looked back at the hint of malice coming from behind him.
When Nan Rongni and Mu Tingying saw Ye Feiyang looking back, they quickly lowered their heads, fearing that Ye Feiyang would catch the resentment in their eyes.
After all, Ye Feiyang still has the leverage over them.
If he and Ye Feiyang were to fight to the death, the net might not break even if the fish died.
Pang Lai is back, and the families behind them will definitely not deal with Ye Feiyang for them.