Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

I really don't blame him for this. No one can guess what the girl and Xiao Yunting are thinking.

Ye Lan was amused by his truth.

The couple... their mouths are quite sweet.

All the way to the martial arts arena, a lot of people had gathered.

Located behind the rockery, the spacious bamboo building is filled with weapons, and there are all kinds of strange and weird practice props in front of the door.

The sand and gravel field in the middle was filled with dust and a fierce fight was going on.

Yao'er let out a sigh as he walked over, "Isn't it just Wu Heng who passed the first level? Then who are these people?"

At this moment, there were several young people standing on the outside with them, wearing casual clothes, with injuries on their bodies and looking embarrassed. Among them were two young girls who were neatly dressed.

And there were two completely unfamiliar faces competing on the field.

These people are obviously not disciples of the sect, but more like... candidates.

Ye Lan had long ago not cared about what happened before. He looked at the two figures on the field and said softly: "Xuanzong occupies the entire mountain peak, and no one stipulates that you must take the main entrance."

what?

Yao'er opened his mouth, finally understanding where these people came from, but thinking about the mist all over the mountains and the countless mechanisms, he immediately felt a toothache, and he admired the perseverance of others even more.

In fact, there are basically no weak people who can reach this level.

For example, the two people who are fighting hard to separate each other on the field. Although they look young, every move is clean and neat, and they have a strong energy. It can be seen that they have a solid foundation. At least they are black belts in Taekwondo. Players above.

There were several people sitting on the platform extending out from the front.

These people all look young, handsome, and elegant, but they are all wearing the black robes of elders.

Elder Xuanzong started at the age of 60 on average.

They have looked like this since Ye Lan was very young, and they have not changed at all after so many years.

This is the beauty-preserving technique that ancient warriors have practiced to a certain extent.

Ye Lan was a successful young man in his last life, but his appearance remained that of fourteen or fifteen years old. He had been worrying about this for a long time, and even personally developed poison to stimulate physical growth, and finally managed to recover to around 20 years old before giving up.

There are obviously a lot of elders coming today, but it is most likely because of the man on the left side of the Taishi chair.

"Mr. Xiao, it's just some children playing around. Why don't we go to the front hall to talk in detail?" The elder sitting next to the man resisted the urge to yawn and kept trying to persuade him to go back.

However, the other party seemed unmoved.

"It's quite interesting." Xiao Yunting's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, but the end of his eyes lightly glanced at Ye Lan. Seeing that she had just appeared, he frowned slightly.

The next second, Ye Lan shook his head gently towards him, indicating that he was fine.

Only then did Xiao Yunting look away and directly asked by name: "When will Wu Heng be able to play?"

Hearing this, Liancheng immediately grimaced and lowered his voice: "Mr. Xiao, we are all here in order. We don't want to go through the back door. We will also find candidates of equal strength to compete one-on-one later."

The news that this big boss came in with the candidates had long been spread, and it was difficult for them to know. They also guessed that he wanted to come over to watch the assessment before insisting on talking about the matter. He wanted to operate in secret, but they did not expect that the other party would be so blatant.

Liancheng looked at the others bitterly, but it was a pity that Xuanzong was full of sophisticated veterans. They were all dignified and polite, staring at the field without even looking at him.

Obviously know everything.

Xiao Yunting just strengthened his character as the boss. After asking, he ignored it and just sat firmly in his chair to watch the competition.

It took a long time to decide the winner. Seeing that one side was unwilling to fight again, the elder on the stage immediately called a stop and announced the winner.

"You are allowed to make deadly moves in the competition, but when the outcome is already decided and you take advantage of the other party's laxness to strike again, you are not practicing martial ethics, and Xuanzong will not recruit such disciples."

The female elder in the middle spoke, and the young man on the losing side gritted his teeth and retreated with red eyes.

Yao'er couldn't bear to see it and sighed: "Looks like he is a child from a poor family. It is normal for him to not be willing to give up after finally getting here."

That’s why I want to win by any means necessary.

Hearing this, Ye Lan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and then said slowly: "Poverty is not a reason for a person to do evil. Today he can sneak attack others to survive, and he can betray the sect for wealth in the future."

Because I am afraid of being poor and am used to being poor, I can sell anything as long as the profit is sufficient.

"But..." Yao'er was hesitant when he heard the words, but he still held back his energy.

At this time, Ye Lan looked elsewhere and gestured: "Look over there."

Yao'er followed the direction of the sound and saw the victorious young man on the other side.

He walked out of the field with steady steps, then sat on a stone, bent down and groped for the soles of his feet.

At first, Yao'er didn't understand what he was doing until the other party took out a pebble from it.

The pebbles were already covered in blood. Looking at the open soles of the other party's shoes, they were filled with blood.

"You only saw that he won, but you didn't see his washed trouser legs and shoes that turned white, nor did you see that his shoes were glued open and the soles of his feet were punctured by stones during the entire competition."

Ye Lan's voice was neither fast nor slow, as cold as a cold moon in the mountains, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and reveal the truth.

Yao'er lowered his head in embarrassment for a moment, feeling that the girl was seeing the dirtiest side of him in plain sight.

They all come from poor backgrounds, some want to launch a sneak attack when they lose, and some never let go of their ambition from the beginning to the end.

And if we look at the other candidates, more than half of them are simply dressed, which proves that Xuanzong's selection of talents specifically takes care of poor people.

He thought of the nasty things he had done on the mysterious island. Although they were forced by life, he actually knew they were wrong at the beginning.

It's just that once you start to use "last resort" reasons to package yourself, those actions become more and more natural, and even killing people doesn't seem to make much sense...

"Ye Lan, did you already know what I did?"

He looked back at the girl beside him and mentioned the mysterious island for the first time since his escape.

"Yes." Ye Lan responded, without any intention of hiding anything, and said directly: "The Xiao family arrested a few people for torture. They knew that you helped them monitor the people in the cave for the old kid's medicine, so you were able to come and go freely. "

This was said to Xiao Yunting when he met him in the imperial capital.

Even if he didn't say it, Ye Lan had already expected it.

After all, in a strictly guarded cave, it was reasonable to sneak out once or twice, but being able to buy medicine for the old kid at regular intervals for more than ten years was already the biggest loophole.

Yao'er's true identity was exposed, and Yao'er could hardly see anyone. He covered his face for a long time before choking out, "I...I'm sorry to the old people who have taken care of me for so many years."

People's hearts are made of flesh. Over the years, he has been numbing himself with the distinction between rich and poor, doing things for those people and preventing the old people from spreading the news.

Those eyes looking at him expectantly almost became his nightmare every night.