Chapter 243 Hitting a brick wall! Ying Yuexuan's true colors [1 update]
Her movements were unhurried and leisurely.
It's as if they're going out for a run.
The girl's action startled the five martial arts practitioners who had barged in, leaving them bewildered as to what she was about to do.
Ancient martial arts practitioners rarely appear in the public eye, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.
However, they are always efficient and decisive in their work, leaving no trace.
Moreover, ancient martial artists, because they cultivate internal energy, are adept at concealing their aura.
It's not uncommon for an old man selling meat at the market to turn out to be a highly skilled martial artist with profound internal energy.
The five ancient martial arts practitioners were all followers sent by Meng Jingyu.
Within the ancient martial arts world, they can only be considered among the lowest tier.
Even so, let alone ordinary people, even international-level boxers are no match for them.
Internal strength allows one to strike objects from a distance.
After buying this house, Ying Zijing chose the most sturdy security door available on the market.
Bullets cannot penetrate it.
But the ancient martial artist only used his internal energy to kick him a few times before he fell down.
After tying her hair up, Ying Zijing glanced at the security door that was now lying lifeless and nodded: "This door, 50,000."
These four words made the five ancient martial arts practitioners laugh and shake their heads repeatedly.
They thought this girl must have some special background to be so composed in front of them.
It seems they're just like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, or the ignorant fearless.
Even at this point, they're still thinking about money.
No wonder, he came from a small county town.
“Young lady, enough talk.” One of the ancient martial artists stepped forward, his gaze indifferent, his arrogance evident. “Hand over that tulip, and we may refrain from violence.”
They had been staking out this place for several days before finally getting a chance.
However, they kept Meng Jingyu's instructions in mind: they could not take action unless they were certain that Fu Yunshen had left.
Although the five martial arts practitioners thought Fu Yunshen was just a spoiled young master with no strength and not worth their attention.
Despite repeated warnings from Meng Jingyu, they still obeyed.
A seventeen-year-old girl, easily frightened, would present the snow lingzhi to them while crying.
Once they leave the world of ancient martial arts, these ordinary people have to give them whatever they want.
Might makes right.
"Tulips?" Ying Zijing raised her eyes, her expression indifferent. "Not snow lingzhi?"
One sentence caused the expressions of the five ancient martial arts practitioners to change.
"So you knew." The leading martial artist narrowed his eyes slightly. "Could it be that you studied ancient medicine?"
This snow lingzhi is not the same as the common Chinese medicine with the same name.
Therefore, neither Western medicine nor traditional Chinese medicine can possibly know.
Ying Zijing didn't answer the question; she simply nodded slightly and said, "I hope you have 50,000 on you."
The leader of the ancient martial arts practitioners' faces darkened: "Ungrateful wretch!"
He didn't want to waste words with the girl, so he went straight up to her.
Without any further movement, he simply raised his hand and chopped down at the girl's shoulder and neck.
This palm strike carried internal force and was aimed at the clavicle bone.
They won't kill someone, but leaving them with a lifelong disability is a piece of cake.
However, to his surprise, even though he struck down with his palm, the girl remained completely still.
Before he could react, suddenly!
"Bang!"
An extremely powerful internal force suddenly surged out from where he struck.
It actually sent him flying.
The next second, Ying Zijing stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and slowly lifted him up.
He only used his left hand.
With a sudden twist of her wrist, she instantly threw the person in her arms to the ground.
At the same time, his internal energy surged out once again, shattering both of his arms.
The other four ancient martial arts practitioners were shocked.
Ying Zijing didn't even glance at the person on the ground; she stepped forward again.
Ten seconds later.
Four more people fell to the ground.
His legs were unharmed, but his upper body was twitching uncontrollably, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.
And at the dining table.
Ying Zijing sat down, took the rubber band off again, and put it back on her wrist.
Her soft, long hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding to her demure charm.
It's impossible to tell what she just did.
"You...you're finished..." The leading martial arts practitioner's face was swollen, and blood mixed with broken teeth in his mouth. He slurred his words, "You...you've offended the Meng family, you...you're definitely going to die!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing turned her head away.
She seemed to be considering something.
A few seconds later, he spoke.
His voice was low and slow, carrying a powerful, seductive quality.
“Look me in the eyes.”
The five martial arts practitioners all stiffened, raising their heads blankly as if they were puppets being controlled.
"Forget about what happened today." Ying Zijing tapped her fingers lightly on the table, nonchalantly. "As for the reason, figure it out yourself."
Upon hearing this, the five martial arts practitioners nodded blankly.
Ying Zijing pressed her temples and said calmly, "Leave the money, and you can get lost."
One of the martial arts practitioners, whose arm was still intact, started reaching into his pocket.
After searching for a while, he pulled out 128 yuan and 5 mao in cash and a bank card.
"..."
Ying Zijing picked up the bank card and calculated the balance inside.
Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty-two yuan and one mao.
She paused for a moment, then said, "You really are poor."
Fortunately, it's enough to hire someone to replace the door.
None of the five martial arts practitioners answered, and one by one they left the Wen family.
Ying Zijing picked up her phone, ordered a security door she had chosen that morning, and scheduled an installation appointment.
Her eyelashes drooped, as if she were deep in thought.
The rules of the ancient martial arts world are different from those of the outside world.
They can kill each other.
However, if she were to kill these five ancient martial arts practitioners, it would attract the attention of the ancient martial arts world.
She doesn't want to have any connection with the ancient martial arts and ancient medicine circles right now.
Ying Zijing rubbed her head again.
I haven't used hypnosis in a long time, and I have a bit of a headache.
**
In front of a teahouse a few streets away from the Wen family's residential area.
Meng Jingyu sat on the bamboo rattan chair outside.
A pot of tea and a plate of pastries were placed on the sandalwood table.
The rising steam from the tea matched the dark blue embroidered cardigan of her Hanfu quite well.
Meng Jingyu poured herself a cup of tea and glanced at her watch.
If you do the math, it's about time.
Just then, a car stopped in front of him.
The driver was the woman who was traveling with her.
The woman got out of the car and clasped her hands in a fist salute to Meng Jingyu, a very ancient way of greeting.
It caused passersby to turn around and take a look.
“Sir, the mission failed.” She paused before saying, “They were seriously injured and are receiving treatment in the hospital.”
"Failure?" Meng Jingyu's eyes turned cold, her voice still laced with laughter. "Are they all useless? They can't even handle an ordinary person?"
"They said they encountered people from O continent," the woman continued, "but they weren't a match for them, so they failed."
“O Continent…” Meng Jingyu frowned slightly, her expression becoming more solemn.
He had indeed heard from the Meng family that the young lady from the Bevin family in O continent was in Shanghai at the time.
If we really do run into each other, we're definitely no match.
Meng Jingyu put down her teacup and slowly uttered three words: "Back to the capital."
He can't stay here any longer.
Others may not know who Fu Yunshen is, but he knows very well.
He witnessed firsthand how this man, through hand-to-hand combat, crippled a martial arts master with profound internal strength.
He was only seventeen years old at that time.
Meng Jingyu's eyes darkened.
No one wants to confront a man who doesn't even value his own life.
The woman clasped her hands in a fist and palm salute again: "Yes, sir."
**
Qingzhi Middle School.
After the ISC competition procedures were announced and fully implemented online, all students in the gifted classes and science experimental classes of the three grades of high school were notified by their respective homeroom teachers.
It would be best for students in their second year of high school to participate in this competition.
It can help you improve yourself without affecting your college entrance exam.
Therefore, interested students have signed up for the Grade 11 gifted class and the science experimental class.
Not many people apply to the science experimental class in the senior year of high school, after all, the college entrance examination is the most important thing for them.
In the high school elite class.
"Yuexuan, are you signing up?" The girl at the same table nudged Ying Yuexuan's shoulder. "If you sign up, I'll sign up too. Even if we don't make it to the international finals, it'll still be a good experience."
“There’s only one spot for the school to qualify directly for the international competition.” Ying Yuexuan held up her phone, the screen showing the registration interface. “I’m not qualified, so of course I have to register.”
The girl nodded: "Sigh, there's nothing we can do. Ying Zijing is really amazing. But Yuexuan, you're not bad either. It's not like there are perverts like her every year."
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and did not respond.
She opened the Qingzhi Forum as the girl turned around.
Then I entered my username and password.
ID is a string of numbers and letters.
There is only one post under this ID.
[Title]: Zhong Zhiwan abused his privilege as a student council minister to take the calligraphy written by Ying Zijin.
(End of this chapter)
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