She moved slowly and leisurely.
It's like going out for a run.
The girl's action stunned the five ancient warriors who broke in, and they couldn't understand what she was going to do.
Ancient martial artists rarely appear in the public eye, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.
It’s just that they always do things neatly and quickly, without leaving any traces.
Moreover, ancient warriors are good at hiding their aura because they have internal strength in their bodies.
It is very likely that an old man selling meat passing by the vegetable market is an ancient martial artist with profound internal strength. This has happened before.
The five ancient warriors were all followers sent by Meng Jingyu.
In the ancient martial arts world, they can only be considered as the lowest group.
But even so, let alone ordinary people, even international-level boxers are no match for him.
Internal strength can be used to hit objects from a distance.
After Ying Zijin bought this house, he chose the most sturdy anti-theft door on the market.
Bullets cannot penetrate it either.
But the ancient warrior just used his internal energy to kick a few times and he fell down.
After Ying Zijin tied her hair, she glanced at the security door where the body was lying and nodded, "This door, fifty thousand."
These four words made the five ancient warriors laugh and shake their heads.
They thought that this little girl really had some background and could be so calm in front of them.
It seems that it is just like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, and the ignorant are fearless.
Even at this time, I'm still thinking about money.
No wonder, he came from a small county town.
"Little girl, don't say too much." One of the ancient warriors stepped forward, his eyes were indifferent, and his arrogance was fully revealed, "Hand over the tulip, and we won't have to fight."
They had been waiting here for several days and finally got a chance.
But they kept Meng Jingyu's instructions in mind and would not take action until they were sure that Fu Yunshen had left.
Although the five ancient warriors felt that Fu Yunshen was just a weak and powerless dandy, he was not worth their attention at all.
Perhaps it was because Meng Jingyu warned them again and again that they still obeyed.
A seventeen-year-old girl, if frightened, wouldn't she cry and hold the snow ganoderma in front of them?
Once they leave the ancient martial arts world, these ordinary people have to give them whatever they want.
Fists are the capital.
"Tulip?" Ying Zijin raised her eyes and said calmly, "Isn't it Ganoderma lucidum?"
With just one sentence, the expressions of the five ancient warriors changed.
"So you know this." The leading ancient warrior narrowed his eyes slightly, "Could it be that you have studied ancient medicine?"
This snow ganoderma is not the ordinary Chinese medicine with the same name.
So whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, it is impossible to know.
Ying Zijin didn't answer this question, she just nodded slightly: "I hope you have 50,000 on you."
The leading ancient warrior's face darkened: "You don't know what's good for you!"
He didn't want to waste time talking to the girl, so he just walked up to her.
Without any unnecessary movement, he simply raised his hand and chopped down towards the girl's shoulder and neck.
This palm, with internal force, was aimed at the scapula.
You won't beat someone to death, but it would be easy to cause a lifelong disability.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he chopped down with his palm, the girl didn't move at all.
Before he could react, suddenly!
“Bang!”
An extremely powerful internal energy suddenly surged out from where he chopped.
It actually shocked him out directly.
The next second, Ying Zijin took a step forward, raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and slowly lifted him up.
I only used my left hand.
She flipped her wrist suddenly and knocked the person in her hand to the ground in an instant.
At the same time, the internal energy surged out again, breaking both of his arms.
The other four ancient warriors were all shocked.
Ying Zijin didn't even look at the person on the ground, she walked forward again.
Ten seconds later.
There were four more people lying on the ground.
His legs were fine, but his upper body kept twitching as if he was having epilepsy.
And at the dining table.
Ying Zijin sat down, took off the rubber band and put it back on his wrist.
Her soft long hair draped over her shoulders, making her look more cute.
There's no way of telling what she just did.
"You...you're done..." The leading ancient warrior had a swollen face, broken teeth mixed with blood in his mouth, and his words were unclear, "You've offended the Meng family, you...you will definitely die!"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin turned his head.
She seemed to be thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he spoke.
The voice was low and slow, carrying a certain powerful allure.
“Look me in the eyes.”
The expressions of the five ancient warriors were all restrained. They raised their heads blankly, as if they were puppets being controlled.
"Forget what happened today." Ying Zijin tapped the table with his fingers, nonchalantly, "As for the reasons, think about it yourself."
Hearing this, the five ancient warriors nodded woodenly.
Ying Zijin pressed his temples and said calmly, "Leave the money and you can go now."
The ancient warrior whose arm was not broken began to search his pockets.
After searching for a long time, he took out 128 yuan and 50 cents in cash and a bank card.
“…”
Ying Zijin picked up the bank card and calculated the balance in it.
Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty-two dollars and one cent.
She was silent for a moment: "You are really poor."
But fortunately, it’s enough to hire someone to replace the door.
The five ancient warriors did not answer, and left the Wen family one after another.
Ying Zijin picked up her cell phone, ordered a security door that she had taken a fancy to this morning, and made an appointment for its installation.
Her eyelashes drooped, as if she was thinking about something.
The rules of the ancient martial arts world are different from those of the outside world.
Can kill each other.
However, if she killed these five ancient warriors, it would attract the attention of the ancient martial arts world.
Right now, she doesn't want to have anything to do with the ancient martial arts and medical circles.
Ying Zijin rubbed his head again.
I haven't used hypnosis for a long time and it gives me a headache.
——
In front of a teahouse a few blocks away from the Wen family’s residential area.
Meng Jingyu was sitting on a bamboo chair outside.
There was a pot of tea and a plate of snacks on the sandalwood table.
The tea mist was curling up, which matched the dark blue Hanfu embroidered cardigan jacket very well.
Meng Jingyu poured a cup of tea and looked at his watch.
If you think about it, it’s time.
Just then, a car stopped in front of him.
The woman she was traveling with was driving.
The woman got out of the car and clasped her fists towards Meng Jingyu, a very ancient way of greeting.
This caused passers-by to look back.
"Sir, the mission failed." She paused, then said, "They were seriously injured and are being treated in the hospital."
"Failure?" Meng Jingyu's eyes turned cold, and his voice was still full of laughter, "Are you all trash? You can't even deal with an ordinary person?"
"They said they ran into people from Continent O," the woman continued, "They were no match for us, so they failed."
"Ozhou..." Meng Jingyu frowned slightly, his expression became more serious.
He did hear from the Meng family that the young lady from the Bevin family in Ozhou was in Shanghai during this period.
If we really meet, I will definitely not be his match.
Meng Jingyu put down the teacup and slowly uttered three words: "Return to the imperial capital."
He couldn't stay here any longer.
Others may not know who Fu Yunshen is, but he knows it very well.
He saw with his own eyes how this man defeated a martial artist with profound internal strength with one punch after another in hand-to-hand combat.
At that time, he was only seventeen years old.
Meng Jingyu's eyes darkened.
No one is willing to confront a man who doesn't even want to risk his own life.
The woman clasped her fists again: "Yes, sir."
——
Qingzhi Middle School.
After the ISC competition process was announced on the entire network and thoroughly implemented, all students in the three grades of high school's gifted classes and science experimental classes were notified by their respective class teachers.
It is best to participate in this competition in the second year of high school.
It can not only train yourself, but also will not affect the college entrance examination.
Therefore, all the students who were interested in the Grade 12 Elite Class and the Science Experimental Class signed up.
Not many people sign up for the senior high school science experimental class. After all, for them, the college entrance examination is the most important thing.
In the senior high school gifted class.
"Yuexuan, are you going to sign up?" The girl at the same table poked Ying Yuexuan's shoulder. "If you sign up, I will too. Even if I can't make it to the international finals, it's still a form of training."
"There is only one spot for the school to enter the international competition." Ying Yuexuan held up her phone, with the registration interface on the screen. "I am not eligible, so of course I have to register."
The girl nodded: "Alas, there is nothing we can do. Who can blame Ying Zijin for being so amazing? But Yuexuan, you are not bad either. It's not like she is a pervert every year."
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and did not respond.
When the girl turned around, she opened the Qingzhi Forum.
Then enter your username and password.
The id is a string of numbers and letters.
There is only one post under this id.
[Title]: Zhong Zhiwan used his privileges as the student union president to take the calligraphy written by Ying Zijin.
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