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    When the battle came to an end, the bodies of Murong Feihong, Nan Kunshan and others were quickly disposed of, and the injured Jiang family and Song family members were also quickly treated.

    After Jiang Zhiyi asked Jiang Jinyu and Jiang Mengli to entertain his disciples, he took Jiang Qilang to convene an emergency meeting of the seventy-two sects of the Nanwu Alliance.

    Obviously Jiang Zhiyi decided to stabilize the situation in the Southern Martial Alliance as quickly as possible and not give Xiao Xiao any chance to fish in troubled waters.

    While Jiang Zhiyi was having a meeting, the clean Jiang’s martial arts gym began to be decorated with lights.

    In this battle, although many people were killed and injured in the Jiang Family Martial Arts School, they finally defeated Murong Feihong and won the position of president, which is worthy of celebration for the children of the Jiang Family.

    So after the injured disciple received some treatment, he got busy with the returning female family members and the elite members of the Song family.

    Sixty red lanterns were quickly hung up, thirty tables were set up, and three iron pots with a diameter of three feet were set up in the open space in the backyard.

    Pork, beef and mutton are cooked in boiling water, and the aroma of meat mixed with the mellow smell of rice wine surges in the night wind.

    “Cheers!”

    “Eat and drink well, everyone!”

    “The prairie eagle spreads its wings, hangs three cups on one wing, three cups on the left and three on the right. After drinking one cup after another, it pulls its wings and flies back…”

    Hearty laughter and clinking of glasses broke out from time to time among the celebrating crowd, and everyone’s face was filled with the joy of victory.

    Ye Fan was also dragged to participate in the celebration party, but was placed in a corner. Ye Fan didn’t pay attention and kept his head down while eating meat, very calm.

    Occasionally, there were ripples in my heart when Nangong Zhixia sent me some photos of the meeting, informing me that the situation in the Beiwu League was under control.

    The photos of the meeting were just photos, but every time Nangong Zhixia glanced at her long legs intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Fan couldn’t help but take a second look.

    “Everyone, be quiet!”

    When Ye Fan suppressed the flames in his heart, Jiang Mengli toasted everyone as the daughter of the Jiang family, and then walked to Song Shiyan:

    “If Brother Shi Yan hadn’t gone deep into the tiger’s den today, found out the conspiracy of Nan Kunshan and Murong Feihong, and killed him at the critical moment, how could our Jiang Family Martial Arts School be where it is today?”

    “This time, Murong Martial Arts was defeated and Nankunshan’s conspiracy to collude with the Seven Gates was ruined. Brother Shi Yan should be credited with the first credit!”

    Intentionally or unintentionally, she glanced at Ye Fan, who was cooking alone in the corner: “Come on, everyone, pick up your wine glasses and join me in toasting my brother!”

    As Jiang Mengli finished speaking, the sound of clinking glasses suddenly sounded on the table, and the noise almost lifted the roof:

    “Here’s to Young Master Song! You can injure a traitor with one palm, and kill Xiaoxiao with two arms. You are truly a role model for us!”

    “That’s right. Without Mr. Song’s intervention and exposure today, we probably would not only not be as proud as we are now, but we might also suffer a loss.”

    “I began to misunderstand that Mr. Song betrayed the Jiang family. I was wrong. I apologize to you!”

    Facing the approval of everyone, Jiang Mengli’s face was full of pride. She seemed to enjoy Song Shiyan’s attention, completely forgetting the pain of his slap in the face.

    Jiang Jinyu’s eyes were full of praise: “Young Master Song’s courage and resourcefulness make him worthy of being a hero of the Song family.”

    Jiang Mantang’s face was wrinkled with smiles, and the wine glass was almost raised to his eyebrows: “For Jiang to be able to be where he is today, he should be credited with his first contribution! I must dedicate this glass to you!”

    Song Shiyan had already healed most of his injuries with Hongyan Baiyao. His pain had disappeared and he felt more calm and elegant.

    He raised his hand and pressed down to signal everyone to be quiet. His eyes swept over the guests in the hall, and then paused slightly on Ye Fan in the shadow of the corner.

    “You guys are exaggerating. I am a member of the Nanwu Alliance, and I am a junior that Aunt Jiang likes and appreciates. I should do my best for the Jiang family and the Nanwu Alliance.”

    “As long as I betray or hide in fear, how can I be worthy of your trust and Aunt Jiang’s? How can I be worthy of Mengli’s sincerity towards me?”

    The corner of his mouth curled up in a meaningful arc: “As long as I, Song Shiyan, am breathing, I will never let you down here!”

    Jiang Mengli shouted loudly: “Brother Shi Yan said it well, said it well. Let’s give Brother Shi Yan a drink!”

    Jiang Jinyu, Jiang Mantang and the others raised their glasses again: “Here’s to Young Master Song!”

    Song Shiyan also picked up the wine in his hand, but did not drink it. Instead, he looked at Ye Fan and shouted:

    “Thank you all for your love. I would like to toast this glass of wine, but not to me, but to brother Ye Fan!”

    “Although I contributed a lot to the battle in the ring, without the cooperation of brother Ye Fan, the current results would never have been achieved.”

    “Brother Ye Fan was on the ring, defeating Murong Feihong and the others with one enemy and hundreds of forces, attracting the enemy’s attention and creating a sneak attack opportunity for me!”

    He took two steps forward, a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes: “Come on, everyone, respect Brother Ye!”

    Jiang Jinyu and Jiang Mantang also nodded: “Yes, Dr. Ye is so skilled that he blocked Murong Feihong’s most dangerous attack. You should be respected!”

    Jiang Mengli frowned slightly with dissatisfaction: “Didn’t he just kill a few minions? It’s not like he killed big figures like Murong Feihong and Nan Kunshan. What’s the point of respecting him?”

    “If you have the ability, kill Xuanyuan Changfeng and Sam!”

    She hummed to Mark: “In that case, I can toast him.”

    Song Shiyan shook his head: “Mengli, don’t belittle Brother Ye. As long as you are of the same mind as the Jiang family and work hard, you are worthy of everyone’s respect.”

    “Brother Ye, you are the hero, and you and I have some misunderstandings. Although I was forced by the circumstances at the time to do what I did, it still caused you a little harm.”

    “I apologize to you!”

    “I won’t say much more, everything is in this glass of wine, here’s to you.”

    After finishing speaking, Song Shiyan picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, turning it over to show Mark his sincerity.

    Ye Fan picked up a piece of beef and said indifferently: “Young Master Song is interested, but I don’t want to drink tonight. If I accept my intention, I won’t drink anymore.”

    Jiang Mengli’s pretty face changed when she heard this: “Ye Fan, what do you mean? Do you dare to show your face to brother Shi Yan?”

    “Brother Shi Yan is a great hero of the Jiang family. He is also the pillar who supported my mother to become the president of the association. He is a great benefactor of the Jiang family. What qualifications do you, a small character, have to say no?”

    “If you are sensible, hurry up and punish yourself with three cups of wine to apologize to Brother Shiyan!”

    Jiang Mengli was furious: “Otherwise, I will kick you out as the daughter of the president of the Southern Martial Alliance, and ban you so that you will not be able to survive in the Eagle Kingdom…”

    Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped his lips: “Miss Jiang, do you want to force others to do something difficult?”

    Song Shiyan scolded Jiang Mengli with a straight face: “Mengli! How could you treat Brother Ye like this?”

    “Brother Ye is a member of the Jiang family, that is, a member of the Nanwu League, and is also a relative of Aunt Jiang. This means that he is one of our own.”

    “How can you be so arrogant to one of your own?”

    Song Shiyan’s voice was sharp: “If you continue to be such a eldest lady, I will ignore you!”

    Jiang Mengli’s momentum weakened: “Brother Shi Yan, I don’t want to lose my temper, but Mark is too ignorant of praise. I want to complain for you…”

    Song Shiyan spoke righteously: “As I said just now, Brother Ye and we are our own people. No matter what Brother Ye’s attitude is, we must try to be tolerant.”

    “Brother Ye, I apologize for Mengli!”

    “But she didn’t mean to scold you. It was because you refused to drink everyone’s wine that she lost control of her temper.”

    He looked at Ye Fan and said politely: “Your Majesty, please don’t take it seriously.”

    Ye Fan sneered when he heard this. This Song Shiyan was really green tea. He put himself on the opposite side of everyone with just one sentence. It seemed that he had a plan for him.

    The expressions of Jiang’s warriors turned ugly indeed, and they looked at Ye Fan with a hint of resentment. They seemed to think that Ye Fan was too high-minded and refused to drink their wine.

    Ye Fan dropped his chopsticks and stood up: “I’ve finished eating. If Mr. Song has nothing to do, I’ll leave first. You guys eat and drink slowly!”

    “Wait a minute!”

    This time, before Jiang Mengli could get angry, Song Shiyan saw Ye Fan was about to leave, so he took a few steps forward and grabbed Ye Fan:

    “Brother Ye can leave, but before leaving, I hope to share Jiang’s secret knowledge…”

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