Ronin from Douluo

…

The girls asked a series of questions, and Yan Que didn't know which one to answer first. Even Xiao Ju was frightened by their behavior.

Xiao Ju was frightened, and Yan Que quickly picked up Xiao Ju, fearing that Xiao Ju would attack them, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ju, these sisters are good people and will not hurt you."

"Its name is Xiaoju, and she is my friend." Yan Que introduced them to them again.

"I became like this because I absorbed the soul ring and tempered my body with soul power, so I became what I am now." Yan Que remembered her master's words for her to treat others externally, so she said this to a few people.

"Absorbed the soul ring? Sister, have you broken through to become a great soul master?" Mi Lanlan heard the meaning and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yeah." Yanque nodded.

The girls' attention shifted from Yanque's changes and Xiaoju to Yanque's breakthrough.

They are all members of Hongying, so they naturally know Yan Que's soul power. Two months ago, Yan Que had seventeenth level soul power. How long did it take for him to break through to the realm of a great soul master?

Although Yan Que is the most talented among them, this is too much.

Regarding this issue, Yan Que randomly found an excuse and stuffed it in. Regarding the matter of fairy grass, it was too magical, and Yan Que couldn't say anything about it.

Several people did not continue to ask questions. After all, Yan Que's master was the Sword Douluo elder in the sect, and the methods of Titled Douluo were not something that their little soul masters could understand.

"By the way, what is so important today? Call everyone here for a meeting?" Yan Que couldn't help but ask.

Mi Lanlan shook her head and said, "I don't understand. Let's wait until Sister Hong comes over and listen to her."

In this way, a few people sat in their seats, chatting and stroking their cats, waiting for others to arrive.

Half an hour later, Hongying's members also gathered together.

The members of Hongying are all fighting spirit masters. Among the fighting spirit masters in the sect, female fighting spirit masters only account for one-third. In the four rankings of white, yellow, purple, and black, female spirit masters

There are even fewer teachers.

All the members of Hongying are only a dozen or so.

Although there are very few official members of Hongying, the prestige among female soul masters in the sect is very strong, and they almost respond to everyone's call.

The founder of Hongying is the strongest person among the younger generation of the sect, and he is also the top of the strongest black soul list among the four lists.

The strongest person is their Hongying Guild Leader. In this environment where female soul masters are weak, the one who weighs on everyone is actually a female soul master. This is the thing that makes them most proud.

Except for the president who has not yet arrived, all members of Hongying are sitting in the conference room, waiting for the president to take his seat.

After a few minutes, footsteps could be heard. Everyone heard the sound and looked around, and saw the president walking in.

Hong Ayane arrived at the head of the conference table, put her hands on the table, glanced at the organization members with a serious look, and said: "Today, I called everyone here for an emergency meeting because of a very important matter. I hope

Sisters can take it seriously. Remember, this is not a joke, this is a war!"

After hearing Hong Ayane's words, everyone became serious. This was the first time they saw the president showing such a serious and serious expression.

Except for Ye Zi who is sitting on the right side of Hong Ayane.

"Huh? Who is this sister? Is this our new member of Hongying?" Hongyin glanced at Yanque. She couldn't help but think for a moment, then tilted her head and asked in confusion.

The originally serious atmosphere suddenly became a little cheerful.

How long will this last? Isn’t every member who joins Hongying approved by you yourself?

Ye Zi on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained in his heart.

"Um, I'm Yan Que?"

"Yanque?"

Hong Ayane was stunned, looking at Yan Que's face in surprise, and then tilted her head involuntarily,

"Did you cut your hair?"

"Well"

Everyone felt speechless. How did the president's nervous thoughts grow? He was actually focused on this issue. Couldn't you see the change in Yan Que's appearance?

Yan Que was also helpless and said with a smile: "Sister Hong, I didn't cut my hair."

"You didn't cut your hair? Then why do I think you are different from before?"

"Haha, Sister Hong, you'd better tell me something quickly."

When she got down to business, Hong Ayane's expression immediately became serious and she continued: "This is not a simple matter, it is a war!"

"War? Who dares to mess with our Hongying? Is it those people from the Zhengyang Society? I will call the sisters to choose their meeting place now!" The woman on the left of Hong Ayane stood up and said

He slammed the table and cursed loudly.

The person who spoke was a tall woman with a bad temper. She was very tall, over 1.7 meters tall, with dashing short hair. She wore a gray-white shirt on her upper body that only covered her towering figure, and shorts on her lower body, which highlighted her figure.

The healthy wheat-colored skin highlights the muscle lines, and the abdominal muscle line of her abdomen can be clearly seen, but it has a strange beauty.

There were white strips of cloth wrapped around her two palms, and it looked like she was a good fighter.

"Lin, please don't get excited. This is not a fight. Those people from the Zhengyang Society don't dare to mess with me yet," Hong Ayane said with a slight smile.

Speaking of the Zhengyang Society, a flash of disdain flashed in Bene Ayane's eyes. The Zhengyang Society was a group of men established to confront her Beni Ying.

Although their number is larger, as the number one among the younger generation in the sect, she, Hong Ayane, has not taken them seriously yet.

"No? Then why are you talking about war?" After hearing that there was no fight, Nangong Lin returned to his position with some lack of interest.

Red Ayane sat on her seat, crossed her fingers with her hands, supported her delicate chin, and looked forward, a little confused, as if she was reminiscing.

"Yes, that is a war called love." Red Ayane said slowly.

"Huh? Love war?"

He would say something incomprehensible and weird, which would confuse everyone else.

"That's right, your president, I am Red Ayane, is in love!"

After hearing the shocking news from the president himself, everyone else froze in their seats as if they had been struck by lightning, unable to understand or let go for a long time.

"Ling Lingyin, are you serious?" Nangong Lin opened his eyes wide and looked at Hong Lingyin in disbelief.

"Yes, Lin." Hong Lingyin nodded seriously, and then said: "Yi Zi."

Ye Zi on her right stood up and walked to the whiteboard behind Hong Ayane. He held a pen in his hand and drew quickly on the board. Soon, a portrait appeared on the board.

After finishing the painting, Ye Zi looked at his work with satisfaction, nodded, and returned to his position.

"Do you see clearly? This is the person on the drawing board, who is in the sect. Sister, please help me check this person's information and then tell me." Hong Ayane said seriously.

Hearing this, everyone else felt like fainting. Is this all the same? We thought it was something very serious, so we called everyone for an emergency meeting. Then we put down what we were doing and ran away in a hurry

Come here and now you are telling me to help you find someone?

Or looking for a man?

Go to hell!

Of course, they just said these words in their hearts to vent their dissatisfaction.

Usually, the president takes good care of them and everyone respects him very much. If the president is really in love and needs to find this man, they will dig deep and find this man.

But why do you need us to help you find someone when you are in love? How did you fall in love when you don’t even know each other?

They couldn't help but think of a very critical issue.

Is this robbing someone?

Isn't this a crime?

While others were whispering, Yan Que looked at the portrait on the drawing board, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt?

Is it the Master? How did Sister Hong know the Master? Are they still lovers? What is going on?

There is a big question mark in Yanque's mind