Looking at the old man in Tang suit, Yuan Tong finally changed his face.

"Eight elders of Qin's family, Lan Songs?"

"I didn't expect that I've been away from the country for many years, and someone still remembers my name."

The old man in Tang suit smiled slightly, his old eyes seemed to be very kind, and he looked at Yuan Tong as if he was looking at his old friend for many years.

However, this kind of gaze fell into Yuantong's eyes, but it was like the cold ice of the Nine Netherworlds, making people feel cold in their hearts.

As the head of the outer pavilion of the Blood Lotus Pavilion, Yuan Tong knew too well what the Lan Songs meant.

It’s okay in China, but internationally, the eight elders of the Qin family have a strong reputation.

"Well, this is a loss, I have recorded it."

Yuan Zhixiao had no chance anymore, so he had to give up.

"The cause and effect of things is all caused by your Xuelian Pavilion. If you are stubborn, you will not blame anyone."

Lan Songsong smiled faintly.

"Yuantong, I have to remind you that if my young master suffers any damage, Qin will fight you with the Blood Lotus Pavilion to the death."

Yuan Tong's eyes changed, then he snorted coldly, took Wang Chong and the windbreaker killer and quickly left and disappeared into the darkness.

Lan Songsheng turned around at this time, looked at Qin Yuan, smiled, and bowed respectfully, "Lan Songsheng, I have seen the young master."

"No!"

Qin Yuan hurriedly supported the former, "You saved my life, how can you let you give this great gift again?"

"I am a Qin family servant and should serve the Qin family."

Lan Songsheng smiled kindly again.

"Old Lan, can I call you that?"

Qin Yuan looked very respectful. This old guy looked about the same age as his grandfather. When he saw this, he probably had been with the Qin family for a long time.

"Please, please."

"Old Lan, what Yuan Tong said, the eight elders of Qin, are they?"

Qin Yuan spoke curiously.

"The Eight Olds of Qin Family are a trump card in your father's hands. With me, there are seven old men."

Lan Songsheng did not shy away and directly explained.

"The eight of us, at the earliest, followed your grandfather and fought with him in the world. Later, your grandfather became stronger and stronger, and our strength gradually could not keep up with his echelon. It just so happened that your father was going to take charge of the Qin Consortium, so the eight of us followed your father."

"I just returned to the Demon City some time ago. Your father sent me to protect you secretly. Except for your father and the eight foreigners of Qin, even the eldest lady didn't know about this."

Qin Yuan nodded suddenly. It turned out that Lan Songsheng had been protecting himself secretly, but he would definitely not show up until he had to.

"Young Master, I should be a warrior when I look at your breath, right?"

Lan Songsheng asked.

"That's right, I've been lucky enough to become a warrior, but I can't tell you exactly what grade I am now."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"The fifth-grade peak will not take long to break through to the sixth-grade."

What a person Lan Songsheng could see at a glance.

"Old Lan, your realm should be at the ninth level, right?

Including that Yuantong, both of you are so strong."

Qin Yuan asked curiously.

"Nine-grade?"

Lan Songsheng smiled faintly, "Young Master, the journey of a warrior is far less simple than you imagined."

Qin Yuan was stunned and saw Lan Songshou speak loudly, "The warriors are the first to ninth grades."

"After the peak of the ninth grade, there are four major realms: Yinghuang Realm, Moxuan Realm, Tibetan Realm, and Birding Heaven Realm."
Chapter completed!