The contract son-in-law of the female president

As a Jiangdong boss, Tan Chunshan was very clear about the situation in the entire Jianghai Province, and explained it to Wang Yi in detail.

After Wang Yi heard this, he was very interested in this matter.

"If I want to learn ancient martial arts, which mountain gate do you think is better?"

Tan Chunshan pondered for a moment: "Then it must be Xiantian Pavilion."

As soon as Wang Yi guessed, he knew what Tan Chunshan was going to say.

Whether it is in Jianghai Province or even in the entire empire, Xiantian Pavilion is a well-known existence.

Xiantian masters do not know how many are common, and they have a strong background. Many ancient martial arts practitioners are proud to worship Xiantian Pavilion.

"Wang Shao wants to learn ancient martial arts?" Tan Chunshan asked in surprise.

Wang Yi's strength is already very strong, but he saw with his own eyes that Wang Yi solved dozens of vicious gangsters in just a few minutes.

Then why does Wang Yi still want to practice ancient martial arts?
Tan Chunshan couldn't understand it.

"Yes, I have been very interested in miracle doctors and ancient martial arts since I was a child. Now that I have achieved some success in medical skills, I want to try ancient martial arts." Wang Yi said half-truthfully.

In this way, Tan Chunshan was relieved.

Who is young and not frivolous.

What's more, such a gifted genius as Wang Yi.

Who doesn't have a martial arts dream?
"Just in time, Xiantian Pavilion is recruiting new disciples."

"I'll try and see if I can get you a discipleship in Xiantian Pavilion."

Wang Yi cured Tan Chunshan's illness, to him it was like a gift of rebirth, reborn parents.

"Okay, then thank you, Old Tan. I will give you a few more acupuncture in a few days to push the blood and make sure you recover faster."

Human relations can communicate with each other more quickly.

"Okay, okay, I've covered all of this, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

When Tan Chunshan heard that he could recover, he happily took care of everything.

Putting down the phone, he immediately ordered the Tan family forces to find a way to get the disciples of Xiantian Pavilion.

Xiantian Pavilion is located in Yuhuang Mountain, Jianghai Province, a coastal place.

At this time, there were several young men and women in their twenties gathered in front of the mountain, pointing out the country and talking and laughing happily.

After a while, a woman in white came down from the mountain, with a complicated bun, looking solemn and solemn.

Behind the woman were two men and a woman who were about the same age as them. The man was holding a wishful stick in his hand, while the woman was holding a lantern, with a solemn expression and a serious expression.

"Are you the ten people who worshiped the mountain this time?" the woman in white asked.

Her voice was ethereal and melodious, as if it came from the nine heavens.

The ten young men and women could not give up the slightest resistance, bowed their heads and replied: "Yes."

"Zhaohua, take them to Xishan."

After the woman in white instructed the man beside her, she took the girl and continued to go out.

Zhaohua held Ruyi in his hands, and said to the ten people: "Follow me."

Then lead the way.

The mountain road has eighteen bends, and some places are bumpy and rugged, but Zhaohua walks like flying on flat ground.

"Senior, how long is this going?" Among the ten people, the socialite Xiao Yingru asked Zhaohua panting heavily.

Suddenly, everyone stopped and looked at Zhaohua eagerly.

However, Zhaohua seemed not to hear, and ran up the mountain on his own.

In the blink of an eye, Zhaohua had already thrown them more than ten meters away.

Seeing that they didn't move, Zhaohua reminded: "There are still ten miles to the foot of the West Mountain. If you can't arrive before dark, no matter how powerful your background is, you will be canceled the opportunity to enter the Xiantian Pavilion."

These ten people all have kung fu, and they are not shallow. Among them, Xiao Yingru and another man, Du Jingsheng, have reached the early stage of inner strength.

Looking at the ancient martial arts world, they are already first-class masters.

"What's wrong with the Xiantian Pavilion? It's better to buy a ticket to go to Mount Tai. At least there is a cable car to take." A man complained.

"You can talk, but please don't talk nonsense, okay?" Xiao Yingru blamed.

She comes from a famous family, so she knows the truth not to talk nonsense.

Now at the foot of Yuhuang Mountain, I don't know anything, which is equivalent to being blinded.

If he offends the leader again, he may die without knowing how he died.

However, before she had time to rejoice, Zhao Hua leapt forward, jumping in front of the man from a stone more than ten meters high.

The momentum descending from the sky was surging and poured directly into that person's body.

boom!
The man's eyes froze suddenly, his pupils dilated, but he lost his expression.

"Muwu Xiantian Pavilion, never hired, you go back."

Zhaohua gave a cold drink, and the man sat down on the ground with a thud.

Zhaohua didn't care about that person, and continued to lead the way, leading the remaining nine people on the road.

After this, no one dared to speak more, let alone desecrate the Xiantian Pavilion.

Xiao Yingru thought to herself: This person looks indifferent, but he strikes fiercely without dragging his feet. He must be a master.

It's just that I don't know whether he will be in the late stage of inner strength or at the peak.

……

The woman in white brought the girl beside her to the Tongtu Inn at the foot of Yuhuang Mountain.

Seeing her coming, the innkeeper hurriedly greeted her and said, "Fairy Bibo's visit, please forgive me for being too far away. There are already people waiting for you in the fairy pavilion upstairs, so you can just go up."

Fairy Bibo nodded, and took the elevator up to the fairy pavilion.

The door was open, and layers of smoke rose from inside. When I sniffed it lightly, it wasn't the smell of smoke.

With a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, there is another indescribable fragrance.

Inside the fairy pavilion sat a middle-aged man who looked in his 40s.

"Fairy Bibo is here, please."

"Wu Shenyan, what's the matter with asking me out at this time?"

When the old man reunited, the two had different attitudes.

Wu Shenyan is a master of internal energy in the Wu family in Jiangzhong. He established himself in Jianghai Province 20 years ago with a pair of iron palms, and was even famous for three families and two factions.

Now that 20 years have passed, it is said that he is only one step away from the Xiantian Realm, and those iron palms are even more proficient.

Wu Shenyan poured a cup of tea for Fairy Bibo himself before he started talking.

"I can't ask you out because I have nothing to do? I ordered your favorite incense, just to chat with Jin'er."

Hearing the word Jin'er, Fairy Bibo trembled slightly.

If it wasn't for Jin'er, she definitely wouldn't have come here for the appointment.

"What happened to Jin'er?" She asked subconsciously.

Wu Shenyan only cared about tasting tea, and after worrying about Fairy Bibo for a long time, he smiled and said, "It's not just you who care about Jin'er, I also care more about it. If something happens to her, will I drink tea with you here?"

"What's the matter, tell me, I have to go back to meditate after I finish talking." Fairy Bibo looked very impatient.

It was because of Wu Shenyan back then that she was forced to abandon Wu Jin'er and escape the world alone in Yuhuang Mountain.

"Then I'll tell you, your daughter is talking about her boyfriend." Wu Shenyan said calmly.

"What, Jin'er is talking about a boyfriend?" Fairy Bibo asked in surprise.

The surprise in her eyes tossed and turned, full of disbelief.