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

Seeing that he had already realized the problem and silently squatted in the corner wiping his tears, Ye Lan stopped talking and said no more.

The original intention of bringing him to Xuanzong this time was to temper the other party's mind and straighten out his distorted thoughts on the mysterious island, so as to avoid trouble in the Beidou Sect in the future.

Soon, the second game began on the test field. This time it was a man and a woman.

The strength of both sides was a bit stronger than in the previous game, and in the end, the girls won with their quick reactions and clever tricks.

Several elders in the stands were very satisfied with her and even specifically asked her name.

The girl cupped her hands and said with a stern look on her face: "My name is Fang Hanxue."

"Fang family?" Liang Cheng, who was on the left, suddenly turned his eyes, looked at her and said with a smile: "You have grown so big. I have been to your house before and watched you practice boxing. You are quite good. Perseverance.”

When Fang Hanxue heard this, she also looked sideways. When she saw Liancheng's handsome and too young face, she tried to recall it for a long time before hesitatingly said: "Are you Uncle Lian, who praised me when I was a child, like the previous patriarch?"

Her original intention was to get more accurate information, because the other person looked to be in his twenties, about the same age as her, and exactly the same as he remembered when he was a child.

However, as soon as the words came out, the venue suddenly fell into silence.

She realized later that she had mentioned the name of the deceased. Just when she was about to say sorry, she heard the female elder in the center say: "The next patriarch has not been elected yet, so the current patriarch of Xuanzong is still here." Bit."

The other party's tone was a little cold, and he obviously cared about the word 'ex'.

Fang Hanxue frowned, feeling that a dignified elder from a large sect could not face life and death, and being emotional seemed childish, so his apology was not so respectful, and he just raised his hand slightly, "Sorry, I will pay attention next time."

After saying that, he took care of himself and left.

Next to him, Liancheng tried to smooth things over and winked at his senior sister.

"It all happened in the past, and she didn't mean to do it. I just thought she was talented, so I said that casually..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he was glared at by his senior sister.

"Saying anything will only hurt you."

Liancheng: "..."

Senior sister, my surfing has been very fast recently.

Under the pressure of hierarchy, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Nanxu didn't mean to embarrass a candidate, but the tragic scene a few months ago was still vivid in her mind. The word 'patriarch' was still a thorn in her heart, and after receiving the prophecy from the computer in the patriarch's room last month, , they have unanimously decided to postpone the selection of the next clan leader.

Somehow, they still have a glimmer of hope.

After all, that person was a once-in-a-millennium genius. They had watched each other grow up since childhood, and were gradually impressed by her unfathomable abilities. It was really hard to believe that the other person would die in a turmoil so easily.

But after Fang Hanxue said those words, the elders paid more or less attention to her.

Don't tell me, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more similar it is. The same cold and arrogant attitude, the dignified aura of a prominent family background, plus a beautiful face...

"The talent is indeed good." Some elders softened their hearts as they looked at it, as if they were a little bit naive, and invisibly gave Fang Hanxue a few extra points.

Xiao Yunting had also heard about the rumored deeds of the genius patriarch of Xuanzong, and later collected information because of the medical fairy, and got a rough idea of ​​the patriarch's appearance from a few words from various parties.

But at this moment, he didn't even look at Fang Hanxue, but looked at Ye Lan, who was standing under the shadow of the eaves in the corner.

The girl doesn't seem to like beautiful skirts. She always wears comfortable cotton and linen loose fabrics. The colors are originally single and look rustic, but when she wears them, they only look dusty and elegant.

She just stood there quietly, and she had a calm and detached temperament that distinguished her from the crowd around her, which was very unique.

If there really is a genius who is not seen in a thousand years, he would prefer the low-key and calm aura of a girl compared to a proud lady from aristocratic family.

"The next contestant is Wu Heng."

The elder on the right holding the register and calling the names finally read Wu Heng, facing another young man of the opposite age.

Because of Xiao Yunting's relationship, everyone paid more attention to Wu Heng who came on stage.

When they returned to the Imperial Capital yesterday, Wu Heng and the other three were all empty-handed. They didn't even have to change their clothes when taking a shower, so Ye Lan asked someone from Qiao's branch to send them all their outfits.

Although the style is not outstanding, anyone with a discerning eye will know that the price is high as soon as they look at the fabric.

When several elders saw this, they were even more certain that he had come in through the back door, and they couldn't help but feel a little unconcerned.

Anyway, it is impossible to let go. Even if the emperor comes, if you lose, you have to go home.

While thinking like this, Wu Heng had already rushed forward.

Bang bang bang.

His speed is very fast, and his movements are almost brutal. He has no rules but all his moves are deadly.

"what."

An elder was immediately attracted to him. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. He couldn't help but whisper to the people around him, "How come this kid's techniques are so like those who capture wild beasts in the mountains, and many of his attack movements are like imitating animals. This shouldn't be the case." ah."

Children born into wealthy families like this are not well-dressed and well-fed. They rarely bump into each other, let alone learn from movements.

But Wu Heng was like a wolf cub who grew up in the mountains and forests, with a wild nature all over his body.

The two sides fought for less than 2 minutes, and the boy who was fighting was defeated.

Wu Heng didn't even use his inner strength.

This result shocked the elders on the stage, and they all looked at him seriously.

At this time, Yao'er had adjusted his mood and walked back. He was very happy to see his good brother win. He clapped and cheered from behind, "Well done! Wu Heng, you are the best!"

Wu Heng was swinging his arms to reset his joints. He turned his head when he heard the sound, but he didn't look at Yao'er who was cheering for him, but looked at the girl next to him.

Ye Lan was quite satisfied with his performance, so she nodded towards him.

Wu Heng immediately smiled, and his two rows of snow-white teeth were particularly obvious against his bronze skin.

This scene was also noticed by the elders on the stage.

"Tsk, tsk, young people are good, they are childhood sweethearts." Liancheng glanced at Bagua and said, but after saying that, he felt the temperature around his body drop sharply. Xiao, the person in charge who always had a cold face, seemed to have lower air pressure around his body. .

He hurriedly moved away to avoid getting frostbite, and at the same time he started to mutter.

Could it be that his family was strict and did not allow the young man to have feelings for Qingmei, but he thought the little girl was quite beautiful, so Wu Heng did not suffer.

With this thought in mind, he glanced towards the corner outside the venue. When his eyes fell on the girl's face and wanted to take a closer look, his heart suddenly stopped.

It was hard for him to describe the feeling he felt at the moment he saw the girl.

The other person just stood there quietly, saying or doing nothing, but there was a lingering sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.

It seemed that he had seen this scene many times before, and it looked very similar...

He suddenly turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to look again.

No matter how similar she is, it's not her anymore.