True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 243 Kick to the iron plate! The true face of Ying Yuexuan [1 more]

  She does not move hurriedly, but also very leisurely.

  As if to go for a walk.

  The action of the girl made the five ancient warriors who broke in all a stunned, unable to understand what she was going to do.

  The ancient warriors rarely appear in the public eye, but it does not mean that there is no such thing.

  It's just that they have always done things neatly and simply, leaving no traces.

  Furthermore, the ancient martial artist is good at hiding his breath because of his internal strength.

  It is very possible to pass a meat seller in the vegetable market, that is, an ancient warrior with deep inner strength. This is not uncommon.

  The five ancient warriors are all entourage sent by Meng Jingyu.

  In the ancient martial world, it can only be regarded as the bottom batch.

   But even so, let alone ordinary people, even international boxers are not opponents at all.

  Inner strength, it is possible to hit objects in the air.

After   Ling Zijin bought this house, the security door he chose was the strongest kind on the market.

  Bullets are also impenetrable.

  But the ancient warrior only used his inner strength to kick a few times before he fell.

  Ying Ziying finished his hair, glanced at the security door where the dead body was already lying down, and nodded: "This door, fifty thousand."

The four words    made the five ancient warriors laugh and shook their heads.

  They thought that this little girl really had some background and could be so calm in front of them.

  It seems that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the ignorant is fearless.

  At this time, still thinking about money.

  No wonder, it came out of a small county.

   "Little girl, don't say much." One of the ancient warriors took a step forward, his gaze was faint, and his arrogance was full, "Hand over that tulip, we don't need to do it."

  They have been guarding here for several days before finally seizing an opportunity.

  But they kept Meng Jingyu's instructions in mind, unless they were sure that Fu Yunshen had left, they could do it.

   Although the five ancient warriors felt that Fu Yunshen was a young boy without the power to bind a chicken, it was not worthy of their attention.

  May make Meng Jingyu warn again and again, they still obeyed.

  A seventeen-year-old girl, she was so frightened that she cried and held the snow ganoderma lucidum to them?

  Out of the ancient martial world, what they want, these ordinary people have to give them something.

  Fist is capital.

  "Tulip?" Ying Ziyan raised his eyes, faintly, "Not Snow Lingzhi?"

  In one sentence, the expressions of the five ancient warriors changed.

   "So you know." The headed ancient warrior narrowed his eyes slightly, "Could it be that you have studied ancient medicine?"

  This snow ganoderma is not an ordinary Chinese medicine with the same name.

  So no matter whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, it is impossible to know.

  Ling Zijin did not answer this question, she just nodded slightly: "I hope you have fifty thousand."

The ancient warrior headed by   's expression sank: "I don't know what is good or bad!"

  He didn't want to talk nonsense with the girl, and went straight forward.

  There was no extra action, so she raised her hand directly and slashed it towards the girl's shoulder and neck.

  This palm, with internal strength, is aimed at the position of the pipa bone.

   will not kill people, but it is easy to get a permanent disability.

  However, what he didn't expect was that his palm was cut, but the girl did not move at all.

   Before he could react, suddenly!

   "Boom!"

   An extremely powerful internal energy suddenly poured out from the place where he chopped.

   actually shook him out directly.

  In the next second, Ying Ziying took a step forward, raised his hand to grab his collar, and slowly lifted him up. .

   only used one left hand.

  She suddenly turned over her wrist bone, and instantly knocked the person in her hand to the ground.

  At the same time, his inner strength waved out again, breaking his two arms.

  The other four ancient warriors were shocked.

  Ying Zijin didn't even look at the people on the ground, she stepped forward again.

  Ten seconds later.

  Four more people fell on the ground.

  The legs were safe and sound, and the upper body was twitching constantly, as if she had gone mad.

  And at the table.

  嬴子衿 sat down, took off the rubber band again, and put it on his wrist again.

  Her long soft hair draped over her shoulders, adding a little bit of cuteness.

   can't tell what she did just now.

   "You...you're done..." The headed ancient warrior's face was swollen, the broken teeth in his mouth were mixed with blood, and his words were unclear.

  Hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head.

  She seems to be thinking about something.

  A few seconds later, she spoke.

  The voice is low and slow, with a certain powerful deceptive power.

"look into my eyes."

  The expressions of the five ancient warriors were all constricted, and they raised their heads blankly, as if they were controlled by a puppet.

  "Forget what happened today." Ying Zijin tapped the table with her fingers, carelessly, "As for the reason, think for yourself."

  Hearing these words, the five ancient warriors all nodded in a wooden manner.

  嬴子衿 pressed his temple, faintly: "Leave the money, people can roll."

  An ancient warrior with an unbroken arm began to dig out his pocket.

  After a long time, he took out one hundred and twenty-eight yuan and fifty cents in cash and a bank card.

  "……"

  嬴子衿 pinched the bank card and calculated the balance inside.

   Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty-two yuan.

  She was silent for a moment: "You are really poor."

  But it’s okay, enough to invite someone to change the door.

  The five ancient warriors did not answer, and left Wen's house one by one.

  Ling Zijin picked up her phone, ordered a security door she was optimistic about this morning, and made an appointment for the installation time.

  She has her eyelashes drooping, thoughtful.

  The rules of the ancient martial arts world are different from those of the outside world.

   can kill each other.

  It's just that if she kills these five ancient martial artists, it will attract the attention of the ancient martial arts world.

  She does not want to have any involvement with the ancient martial arts world and the ancient medical world.

  嬴子衿 rubbed his head again.

  I haven't used hypnotism for a long time, and I have some headaches.

  **

  In front of the tea house a few blocks away from the community where the Wen family is located.

  Meng Jingyu sat on the bamboo and rattan chair outside.

  A pot of tea and a plate of snacks are placed on the sandalwood table.

  The tea mist is curled up, but it matches the dark blue Hanfu embroidered cardigan jacket.

  Mengjing poured a cup of tea and glanced at his watch.

  Do the math, the time should come.

   is also just right, a car stopped in front of him.

  It was the woman who was driving with her.

  The woman got out of the car and hugged Meng Jingyu, an ancient way of saluting.

   provoked passers-by and couldn't help but look back.

   "Sir, the mission failed." She paused before saying, "They are seriously injured and are being treated in the hospital."

   "Failed?" Mengjing's eyes were cold, and her voice was still smiling, "It's all waste? Can't even an ordinary person deal with it?"

   "They said they met someone from O Zhou." The woman then reported, "I'm not a rival, so I didn't succeed."

  "O Zhou..." Meng Jingyu twisted her eyebrows lightly, her expression solemn.

  He did listen to Meng’s mentioning that the lady of O Zhou Bewen’s family was in Shanghai during this time.

  If you really run into it, it's really not your opponent.

  Meng Jingyu put down the tea cup and slowly spit out three words: "Return to the Imperial Capital."

  He can't stay here anymore.

  Others don’t know who Fu Yunshen is, he knows.

  He saw it with his own eyes, how this man punched one after another, using hand-to-hand combat to defeat an ancient warrior with deep inner strength.

  At that time, he was only seventeen years old.

  Meng Jingyu's eyes darkened.

  No one is willing to confront such a man who doesn’t even want his own life.

  The woman clasped her fists again: "Yes, sir."

  **

  Qingzhi Middle School.

  Wait until the ISC start process was announced on the whole network, and after it was fully implemented, all the students in the three-year elite class and science experimental class of high school were notified by their respective head teachers.

  In this competition, it is best to participate in the sophomore year.

  You can exercise yourself without affecting the college entrance examination.

  So the students who are interested in the senior two elite class and science experimental class have signed up.

  There are not many people who report to the science experiment class in senior three. After all, for them, the college entrance examination is the most important.

  In the high school senior class.

  "Yue Xuan, do you sign up?" The girl at the same table poked Ying Yue Xuan on the shoulder, "If you report, I will report too. Even if you can't make it to the international finals, it's a kind of exercise."

  "There is only one place for the school through the international competition." Ying Yuexuan took her mobile phone, and the registration interface was on the screen, "I am not qualified to take it, of course I have to sign up."

  The girl nodded: "Oh, no way, who makes Ying Zijin really good? But Yuexuan, you're not bad anymore. She is kind of perverted, not every year."

  嬴Yexuan pursed her lips, but did not respond.

  When the girl turned to her, she opened the Qingzhi forum.

   Then entered the username and password.

  ID is a string of numbers and characters.

  There is only one post under this ID.

  [Title]: Zhong Zhiwan took advantage of the privileges of the Minister of the Student Union to take the words written by Ying Zijing.

  (End of this chapter)