My Xiuxian QQ

Chapter 209

Fang Yuan's strong shot shocked everyone here. In the eyes of these people, Bajiguan Martial Arts Gym is a Bajiquan Gym with cheaper fees than other martial arts gyms, but one or two of the coaches here are all strongmen. Playing seven or eight is like playing, so seeing that Fang Yuan really wanted to play alone, they all gathered around.

If it weren't for the regulations here, mobile phones are not allowed when learning boxing, I am afraid they would have taken out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Ying Caixia looked at Fangyuan and gritted her teeth: "Who are you?!"

Fang Yuan laughed and said: "I really came to find your curator, I want to ask him for help."

"Help?!" Ying Caixia's waist no longer hurts, her legs don't hurt anymore, she speaks confidently, and her eyes are full of power.

"Are you here to help with this attitude, huh? You hurt our coach, yelled at me, and you still want to ask the owner for help?" Ying Caixia groaned, waving her thin hands, "No help No help."

"Huh?" Fang Yuan frowned suddenly, and looked at Ying Caixia's wrist, where there were densely packed with many small black spots, all of which were scars left by pinholes.

He glanced over Ying Caixia's body without a trace of consciousness, and immediately knew it in his heart, and he couldn't help showing a confident smile on his face.

Ying Caixia was vigilant at this moment, she had a strange feeling of being spied on just now.

"what are you doing?"

Fang Yuan smiled: "In this way, I will help you cure the disease, and you can introduce your curator for me, and ask him to promise to help me, and make a deal?"

"Help me heal?" Ying Caixia looked dumbfounded.

As for the menacing coach next to him, when he heard it, his momentum froze.

"Brother, you, can you heal?"

"Brother, if you can cure Junior Sister Caixia's illness, I will give you this chrysanthemum that I have cherished for 37 years. I hope you don't dislike it."

I am disgusted.Fang Yuan's face was full of grievances.

"You, you all go away, he said that if you can cure it, you can cure it, don't be fooled by him!" Ying Caixia waved her hands angrily, telling these coaches to go away.

"Hmph, hum, for the sake of your ability, come with me."

In the end, Ying Caixia agreed with Fangyuan to meet Ying Canghe, but...

"You stay here, you know? Don't run around, or your ass will be beaten!" Ying Caixia stared at Qiu Zijin, saying that girls are small-minded, and they are not just playing with you.

Not to be outdone, Qiu Zijin also stared back viciously, threatening: "Hmph, what's the big deal, isn't it just a ruined martial arts gym, I'll ask my dad to take it away!"

"Bragging." Ying Caixia walked up to the second floor without looking back.

Fang Yuan signaled to Qiu Zijin to be calm, and then followed.

"Haha, why is sister Caixia here? Did she come to see me?"

"Obviously I came to see me, Sister Caixia, look at my little belly, the murloc line has come out, do you want to touch it?"

"What's so good about the murloc line, Sister Caixia, look at me, the standard six-pack abs, it definitely feels textured, it makes you super excited!"

The coaches on the second floor competed with each other, Ying Caixia was so angry that she looked shy and hummed endlessly.

Finally, we reached the third floor.

There are several offices, reception rooms, and lounges on the third floor. It is very quiet here, and the noise downstairs is much less noisy. The sound insulation effect is very good.

"Second uncle!" Ying Caixia broke into the general manager's office without knocking.

Fangyuan walked outside the door, only to react abruptly.

Second uncle?

Ying Caixia's name is Ying Canghe Second Uncle, so her father is... Ying Cangtian? !
I'm going!

This is the second generation of super martial arts.

Ying Canghe was sitting on the office chair. He had a burly figure, and the black suit on him looked like tights.

"Hehe, Caixia, are you tired?"

"Second Uncle, someone came to see you and asked for your help." Ying Caixia approached with a smile and said, "Let me tell you quietly, this person is really annoying."

"Oh?" Ying Canghe was quite curious, and then looked at Fangyuan who came in from behind.

He was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked again, dumbfounded.

Fangyuan?

Fang Yuan, the youngest power master in history who was born on the birthday of the ancestor of the Lei family? !

How did he come here?
"You, you!" Ying Canghe pointed at Fangyuan, then looked at Ying Caixia, a little confused, "What's going on here?"

Fang Yuan smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Ying knows me." This is much easier.

Ying Canghe smiled wryly: "Hehe, your name is like a thunderbolt. Seeing you, I feel that I have been living on dogs for decades."

Ying Caixia was very surprised: "Second uncle, do you know him? Who is he?"

Ying Canghe looked at his niece strangely: "Isn't he your idol?"

Ying Caixia was startled, then turned her head to look at Fang Yuan in disbelief, this boy who looked about her age.

"Are you Fangyuan? Are you Huajin Fangyuan?" Ying Caixia was a little dizzy, shaking, "Why are you so young, no, I mean, you, you look younger than I imagined!"

Fang Yuan didn't expect that the second generation of Wu turned out to be his little fan girl, so he hurriedly said modestly: "Low-key, low-key, don't look at me young, in fact, I will be 19 after the Chinese New Year, I'm old."

"Pfft~" Ying Canghe spat out a mouthful of salt soda, damn it, you are already 19 years old, so I am in my early fifties, don't I want to step into the coffin?

"Not old, not old at all, just the right age." Ying Caixia had a shy look on her face, she ran over and stood beside Fangyuan with a blushing face, her eyes narrowed, bah, watery looking at him.

Fang Yuan felt that the development of the script was a little crooked, so he hurriedly returned to his purpose of coming here.

"Mr. Ying, this time, I want to ask your martial arts school, or the Ying family, to help you."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ying Canghe glanced at Ying Caixia and shouted, "Just call me Second Uncle."

Two...uncle?

Ying Caixia's pretty face turned red.

"Ahem." Fang Yuan asked, "I don't know if Uncle Ying has heard of the right hand of war."

"The Right Hand of War? You mean the killer organization in the Middle East?" Ying Canghe frowned, and waved, "Caixia, get out and close the door!"

"what?"

"Go!" Ying Canghe could not doubt it.

"Okay." Ying Caixia glanced at Fangyuan reluctantly, turned her head every three steps, and walked out of the office after 5 minutes.

"Fangyuan, sit down and talk." Ying Canghe was very polite, and he had nothing to do with Zhou Wangba's irascibility.

Fang Yuan sat down and told about Qiu Zijin.

After Ying Canghe listened, he pondered for a while, and said: "You killed that killer, according to the usual practice, the right hand of war must take revenge, but there is no absolute in everything, and the right hand of war is not omnipotent, otherwise you would have become king and hegemony long ago, no It may be a safe place.”

"I would like to hear the details." Fang Yuan's eyes lit up.

Ying Canghe just mentioned a few examples, all of which failed in the mission of the right hand of the war. Not only did they not dare to retaliate, but they even paid their own money to kill their employers to express their sincerity in apologizing.

"Our Ying family is a family of seven kings. It is deeply rooted in China. If we come forward, the right hand of the war will definitely give face. I just ask my brother to say hello to this matter!" After Ying Canghe finished speaking, hehehe laughed wretchedly, " But there is a small request."

Fang Yuan felt a chill in his heart, remembering the way Ying Caixia looked at him when he went out, he got goosebumps, he asked cautiously: "What is the request?"

"Fight with me!" Ying Canghe's eyes widened, and his figure suddenly grew tall like an ancient demon god. A violent punch was looming, as if he was facing the abyss and standing on the mountain, trying to pierce the sky!
(End of this chapter)