Chapter 117 DiShente

Heihong stood at the Eight Immortals table, staring at Xiao Yang's background with a ugly expression. He never expected that Qingye had also found an ancient martial arts master to help! No wonder Qingye had such great confidence, but that young man was too arrogant and would have to pay the price if he didn't take the Siji Sect seriously!

The street outside the Baxian Tower was pitch black, and the dim street lights were hazy, making it difficult to provide any lighting effects.

"Xiao Yang, what is ancient martial arts?" Han Wenrou walked beside Xiao Yang, her pretty face full of curiosity.

Xiao Yang thought for a while and explained: "It's also considered a kind of martial arts, but it's even more lethal, and most of the ancient martial arts have been lost."

"Then how many types do you know?" Han Wenrou looked at Xiao Yang.

"One." Xiao Yang replied without thinking, "Ancient martial arts is an extension of martial arts. If you study it carefully, you will not be able to study one in your life, and it will be enough to learn one by one."

Han Wenrou's beautiful eyes flashed with a strong intention, "Can you teach me?"

"Okay, you can teach as long as you want." Xiao Yang nodded indifferently and reminded, "But it's very tiring to practice ancient martial arts, you have to be prepared."

"I'm not afraid of being tired." Han Wenrou shook her head firmly. Just now, she saw the power of ancient martial arts, which made her feel the urge to learn.

"When do you want to learn?"

"Just tonight, I want you to teach me all night!" Han Wenrou twisted her waist, wrapped her jade arms around Xiao Yang's neck, exhaling like an orchid.

The sound of singing in the building is soft, and the swing courtyard is heavy at night.

One night passed quietly, and the morning sun was dazzling.

Xiao Yang opened his eyes, looked at the empty side of him, and sighed. This woman is really powerful.

Han Wenrou's home is the same as when Xiao Yang came last time, except that all the certificates in the study were torn off.

On the dining table, there was a breakfast prepared by Han Wenrou for Xiao Yang. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yang felt a sense of sweetness in his heart. Sitting on the table, he was savoring the breakfast. The phone ringing rang out loud.

Xiao Yang glanced at the caller and answered the call with an unnatural expression, "Hey, Mr. Ye?"

"Where are you?" Ye Yunshu asked on the phone.

"At" Xiao Yang hesitated for a moment, and before he could think of how to answer, Ye Yunshu's voice rang out anxiously again, "You come to DiShente first, this time, it is an opportunity for you!"

"Disante?" Xiao Yang said strangely, isn't that a fennel restaurant?

After having lunch, Xiao Yang left Han Wenrou's house and went to the DiSant French Restaurant.

This morning was not the opening hours of DiSante. When Xiao Yang arrived, he saw several luxury cars parked in front of the restaurant.
Chapter completed!