Chapter Thirty-Three: Ji Yan Ran

  Ah!

  The chattering boys suddenly closed their mouths, staring with wide eyes at Tang Song, who had already sat back down. The slap just now was too sudden, and by the time they reacted, Tang Song had already returned to his seat.

  The whole process was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, extremely elegant.

  A young samurai of five weights was thus knocked down.

  Yang glared with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. It took him a while to react, and then he realized that this guy was actually launching a sneak attack.

  No matter what, he didn't believe that a Three-Stage Warrior of the Tang and Song dynasties could defeat a Five-Stage Warrior youth, this doesn't conform to the rules.

  If you don't seek death, then you won't die, this is Yang Xiong's evaluation of Tang and Song.

  Tang Song dares to fight them, Yang Huan would dare to beat him until he can't take care of himself.

  "Hit me!" Yang Heng roared in a fit of rage. Tang Song, that softie, actually dared to raise his hand, which made him feel utterly humiliated.

  He attributed all this to his own excessive kindness in the past!

  Tang Song's patience had worn out, so he threw down one by one the young men who rushed over from the window.

  Soon, cries of surprise and then pain echoed through the streets.

  Although these young men's cultivation was the lowest with three layers of martial arts, and the highest had five layers of martial arts realm, after all, this is the third floor. Falling from here would still hurt a lot, breaking hands and feet.

  Soon, there was only one person left, Yang Huan.

  "Are you going to jump down yourself or should I throw you down?" Tang Song said calmly, looking at Yang Huan.

  A chill ran from the top of his head down to his toes, and Yang Heng's heart felt cool. He thought to himself that this must be an illusion. But the wailing sounds below told him that what he saw was real.

  Yang Heng then jumped out of the window and fell to his death.

  The entire third floor suddenly fell silent, and when Tang Song first arrived, only a few people knew him.

  But then Yang Fan arrived, and everyone knew he was the second young master of the Yang family's second house.

  Then they found out from Yang Huan's mouth that Tang Song was the legendary young master of the Tang family, a well-known soft egg in Hengyang City.

  But what they saw and heard was too far apart, making it hard for them to accept that a soft egg who had been spoiled for over a decade suddenly turned into a tough guy.

  Everyone put down their chopsticks and fell into deep thought.

  Tang Song patted the table and said: "Tang Ba, sit down and continue eating."

  Tang Ba's soul was still unsettled, he took a deep breath and confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed his own young master, and that Yang Heng had really jumped off the building.

  "Master, you're really amazing!" This was Tang Ba's first time seeing Tang Song in action. Master, you've really become powerful!

  Tang Song smiled faintly and said, "I've always been this fierce, I just didn't bother to deal with these little devils before."

  "Haha!" Just as Tang Song's voice fell, a pleasant laugh came from the staircase.

  She was a young girl, wearing a white long dress, with a head of black long hair, fair skin, delicate features, and looked like a little beauty.

  This beautiful girl looks like she's sixteen or seventeen years old. Standing beside her are several girls, and judging from their clothes and hairstyles, they're obviously from a certain school.

  Tang Song was surprised to see that this group of four or five women, the oldest of whom was only around twenty years old, were all beauties. They wore white long dresses and held a long sword in their hands.

  "What's so funny?" Tang Song asked.

  The little beauty laughed and said: "I'm laughing at you, who are still just a young devil, but pretending to be an old man with a dignified air, it's really funny, so I laughed."

  "Hey, was it you who just threw those people down from the floor?" The little beauty stood by the window, looking at Yang Heng and others who had not left yet, and asked with a happy face.

  The beautiful woman who came with her found a nearby table and sat down, each with a calm expression, with an air of keeping people at bay.

  But for little beauty to take the initiative to find Tang Song to chat up, it is completely unimpeded.

  Tang Song replied: "That's right, it was I who threw them down."

  "My name is Ji Yanran, what's yours?" The little beauty asked proactively.

  "My name is Tang Song!" Tang Song was very surprised, never expecting that this lively little beauty would be Ji Yanran, the most famous genius girl in Hengyang City.

  She wasn't always practicing in the Floating Sect? How did she come back?

  It seems that the beautiful women at the next table are all disciples of the Piaoyao Sect.

  Two of the most famous young people in Hengyang City met like this.

  "You're just like Tang Song, not at all like the legend." Ji Yanran was very honest.

  Tang Song also said: "You are different from what I heard."

  Ji Yanran suddenly became interested and sat down opposite Tang Song, asking with great interest: "What kind of person am I said to be in the legend?"

  Tang Song touched his nose and didn't know what to say anymore.

  Looking at Ji Yanran's innocent eyes, Tang Song felt that he could no longer escape and had to say: "Okay, I just think that the number one talented girl in Hengyang City, Ji Yanran, should be elegant and cold, icy and frosty, giving people a chilling feeling with just one glance."

  Hmph!

  Ji Yanran smiled again, completely carefree and not caring about her image at all.

  "It's been many years since I've returned, and I didn't expect everyone to be talking about me like this." Ji Yanran's emotions were somewhat downcast; she was a girl who liked excitement. However, soon after, she shifted her attention, "You're also different from the rumors, you're really impressive!"

  Tang Song felt that his heart had been thoroughly opened up by this girl, who didn't seem like a girl from the True Spirit Continent, but rather more like a girl from Earth.

  Exuding a youthful aura, lively and energetic, clever and quick-witted.

  Completely different from the icy beauty imagined by Tang Song.

  "Hey, Tang Song, were you pretending all along?" Ji Yanran was like a curious baby, as if she had caught a fun toy, and kept asking nonstop.

  Tang Song had a headache, he was most afraid of answering such questions. He had told so many lies that even he himself felt they were true.

  "No, I just got lucky and met a good master."

  "Ah! Really? Can you tell me about it?" With wide eyes, Ji Yanran had a face full of eagerness to learn.

  Cough! Cough! Cough!

  Ji Yanran was becoming more and more unreserved, her several senior sisters couldn't bear to watch anymore. They hastily coughed a few times, interrupting Ji Yanran's questioning, saying: "Junior Sister Ji, the dishes are all ready, hurry over and eat."

  Ji Yanran was clearly dissatisfied, but she couldn't ignore her master's words. Moreover, in Hengyang City, she was the host, and these masters were all invited by her to eat at Ba Xian Lou, so it wasn't good for her to just leave them unattended.

  "So I had no choice but to turn to Tang Song and say: 'Tang Song, nice to meet you, I hope we can be friends.'"

  Tang Song nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

  Ji Yanran's appearance caused a hint of unclear meaning to rise in Tang Song's heart. This naive and unpretentious girl gave Tang Song a very good impression.

  At the age of fifteen, she already had the cultivation of a mid-term martial artist. She was indeed worthy of being the number one talented girl in Hengyang City. With such talent, it's likely that even in a seventh-grade sect like Piaomiao Sect, she would be rarely seen.