Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 68 Don't You Think I'll Beat You Up?
The look in his eyes successfully made Aunt Qi Lian beside him feel bad.

She didn't know where the courage came from, so she said directly, "We are here to collect the badge."

Her voice attracted the man's attention, and she immediately looked at Aunt Qi Lian, and then snorted, "I said it looks familiar, you are the co-authors, why did you apply again? I have already said you low-level people... ...Mmmmmmmm..."

Before he finished speaking, he covered his mouth in horror, and looked at Yan Qiao and the others angrily.

Yan Qiao withdrew her hand, "Shut up if you can't speak." She raised her chin slightly, "Come here, and take the three of them to receive the monk badges of the Metaphysics Society."

"Come, come," the two monks who had just spoken hurried over.

When the man passed by, he was stared at fiercely and shivered.

Yan Qiao glanced at his eyes, "If you don't know how to look at people, then goug out your eyes."

"Oh, oh!" His eyes immediately became terrified, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"I remembered," the monk who was applying for the badge exclaimed, and then lowered his voice, "She is that virtual idol Yan Qiao! That boss who specializes in promoting metaphysics!"

The pupils of the other monk shrank, and he immediately gloated, "This time, I have kicked the iron plate."

The two looked at each other and felt that it was almost dawn. Sure enough, when they clicked on it, they saw that the application of the three people to the headquarters had been approved, and now they only need to hand over the badges to a few people.

"Who dares to touch my son!" At this moment, an angry voice resounded.

A wave of coercion came over without restraint, and the faces of the monks in the whole room turned pale. Yan Qiao's gaze was met, and he grabbed it with bare hands, and the coercion was completely broken in an instant.

"Pfft." The arrogant voice just now rolled down the stairs directly accompanied by the sound of vomiting blood.

I saw a fat middle-aged man rolling towards Yan Qiao like a ball.

The man's face could no longer be described with horror, he collapsed on the ground trembling, cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Yan Qiao went to a chair beside him and sat down, "You are the person in charge of City B."

The middle-aged fat monk raised his head in embarrassment, unable to stand up with sore body, he bluffed and shouted, "Do you know who my ancestor is!"

Then he turned his head and looked angrily at the stupid son with a pale face, "The unfilial son, hurry up and help me!"

"Hey!" The man was about to come over even if he was rolling and crawling.

Yan Qiao snorted coldly, and he froze in fright.

"Who is your ancestor, I would like to know which moth made a hole in Xuanhui," she blew on her nails with an arrogant gesture.

Ning Zhi looked at Yan Qiao staringly, the admiration in her eyes should not be too obvious.

Yan Qiao patted the table with the folding fan, "I'll give you a chance to ask for help."

Even the fat monk who was arrogant and domineering realized that something was wrong. He tried his best to recall Yan Qiao's identity in his mind, but he never remembered that there was such a young high-ranking member of the Xuan Society.

With gloomy eyes, he gritted his teeth fiercely, seeing that Yan Qiao really had no intention of stopping him, he immediately clicked on the brain to shake people.

Yan Qiao looked at the two monks trembling aside, "Have you got the badge?"

"Senior is here." The two monks quickly handed over three exquisite boxes, Yan Qiao took them and threw them to Aunt Qi Lian, "Take it."

"Hey," Aunt Qi Lian immediately took it over, even though her personality was as calm as hers, there was more joy in her eyes at this moment.

Ning Zhi was even more obvious, she thanked her sweetly, and couldn't wait to put it on.

The man over there obviously dialed the phone, and he howled ghostly as soon as he opened his mouth, "Boss Fu, help me! Someone kicked the restaurant, she doesn't take you seriously!"

Hearing his shout, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows.

He obviously intended for Yan Qiao to hear him, deliberately amplifying his voice.

There was a sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and then a slightly elegant voice came over, "Oh? You can't handle such a small matter well. It seems that you are tired of staying in that position."

The fat monk trembled violently, "Your Excellency is really that woman..." He saw Yan Qiao's eyes and immediately changed his words in shock, "The female monk is too powerful, I can't stand this little one with her meager cultivation! "

"Useless trash," said a light and fluffy sentence, revealing that he didn't care.

Yan Qiao's lips parted slightly, "Boss Fuyong's hands are really long. You have infiltrated the Metaphysics Society. Let me guess what else you dare not do in Xuanyuan."

There was a slight sneer in the tone, which made the side obviously quiet for a moment, and then the voice that was originally indifferent, became a little colder, "Long time no see, Teacher Yan."

"To be the leader of the Qilin Division seems to be a talent. Leader Fuyong likes to manage the internal affairs of the Metaphysics Society so much. I think there is a place that is very suitable for you." She raised her eyes with a bit of ruthlessness.

"It seems that Teacher Yan is different today," he chuckled, "I just wanted to transfer Fu in a few words. I don't know whose influence Teacher Yan is relying on."

A deep voice sounded at the door, and the fat monk looked up in shock.

Fu Yong was wearing a purple robe, still wearing the long knife around his waist, walking step by step on his cloud boots.

Yan Qiao remained motionless like a mountain, "Boss Fuyong is really good at cultivation."

Standing in front of Yan Qiao, Fu Yong kicked the fat monk, kicking him three meters away and hitting the wall before he was forced to stop. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body convulsed After a few moments, there was no movement.

But Fu Yong didn't care at all, and propped himself on the table beside him, "Useless trash shouldn't live, Teacher Yan thinks what I said is right."

The man who was huddled in the corner of the table was terrified. He watched this scene with dull eyes. He rolled back and fainted.

There was no sound in the whole hall, except for the ticking of the pointer, which disturbed people's minds.

Yan Qiao let out a soft voice, "Boss Fu has such a big air."

She played with the folding fan, "It seems that Chief Fu's hands are longer than I thought, and he can easily kill the sinners of the Metaphysics Society."

"Then what do you think we should do, Mr. Yan," he sighed in distress, "There are too many wastes in the Metaphysics Society, and I have to share one or two of them for them."

While talking and laughing, a human life just disappeared like this, which seemed too cruel to Qi Lian and the other three who were still somewhat innocent.

Ning Zhi's face was pale, she tightly grasped Aunt Qi Lian's sleeve.

Who knew that Fuyong's eyes would suddenly pass over the three of them, "Teacher Yan is really good at being a teacher, why is this for the three of them?" He paused, and smiled meaningfully, "What about you?"

"I don't need you to worry about that. As for the matter of the leader Fu crossing the border, I will handle it myself." She got up and scanned the surroundings, "I will notify the Xuan Society to re-appoint the person in charge. As for this person, you can go directly to the quiet room Let it go."

(End of this chapter)