Tremble! White-eyed Wolf

I didn't even come because I was busy practicing, and now it's not easy to refuse to invite her again for the tenth anniversary.

The heads of the four major sects are also "resident guests" of the martial arts conference. When they saw her, they came up to say hello. Twenty years ago, they did not dare to despise this martial arts leader. Twenty years later They admired her more foresight.

The current situation is probably the best state where the imperial court and the rivers and lakes coexist, relying on each other and making progress together.

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It has improved, but it has stagnated again as time goes by, and there is a faint feeling that it has reached the extreme, no matter how hard you try, you can't break through again.

"Of course." Ying Lan has never been shy about teaching what she knows, because she is very confident that no matter how much they learn, they will not threaten her, even occasionally She will also give back some ideas that broaden her mind.

As soon as the leaders were there, they instantly forgot their reasons for coming here, and unscrupulously left all the work of the tournament to their own disciples to do, but the disciples were all used to it, and they resigned themselves to their fate. shoulder the heavy responsibility.

Fortunately, this task is not the first time for them. The venue is also a large-scale martial arts court specially built eight years ago. It only needs a little cleaning and then arranges people to guard it. Get up with ease.

After half a month, the finals of the competition officially started, and ten referees appeared one by one. Among the top nine, in addition to the heads of the four major sects, there were also five people from Zhenlingwei. When Ying Lan came on stage, the entire martial arts institute was boiling.

"Jade Sword Fairy!"

"It's really a Jade Sword and Sword, God, she's so young and beautiful!"

"Mom, I saw the live Jade Sword Fairy!"

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"Everyone," Ying Lan said helplessly, "The competition won't go smoothly any more, so be quiet, okay?"

She didn't speak loudly, and she didn't use external force, but the voice sounded like it was ringing in everyone's ears, everyone was silent for a moment, and cheered louder than before.

The eldest prince and others sat in the front row, shouting like other ordinary fans, their faces flushed with excitement.

Ying Lan persuaded a few more times before she calmed down the emotions of the "fans" and gave the scene to the real protagonists of today, the contestants who advanced to the finals.

Twenty years later, not only has he not aged, but because of the practice of "Supernatural Magic", he looks younger than when he first met.

Five years ago, he had successfully squeezed Zhu Yuhua out of power to become the new leader of Zhenlingwei. Yinglan saw that he was not a thing in the pool, and he really found the opportunity to meet the wind and turn the dragon.

"Concentrate on watching the game." She replied noncommittally, Ding Yongfeng touched his nose and turned his eyes back to the field.

But after a while, he came over again: "Fairy thinks who can win the championship this time? I'm more optimistic about No. 7 and No. 12, each of them only practiced your secret recipe. , A solid foundation, a person who has learned a lot and has a lot of tricks is a good seedling."

Ying Lan looked at him blankly: "Are you busy?"

In that way, after he answers yes, he can immediately find something to do for him.

Ding Yongfeng, who is so busy all day, of course, dare not try to see if she can do it. Although she is famous all over the world and even regarded as the "God of War" by the people, in his heart she will always be It is the devil with extraordinary means.

After he didn't dare, he sat up straight and didn't dare to provoke her again.

Ying Lan was able to watch the competition under the stage quietly, and the final confrontation turned out to be two young people, No. 7 and No. 12, and as she expected, No. 7 and The solid foundation narrowly defeated the tricky No. 12.

In the cheers of the crowd, Ying Lan's decision made the atmosphere of the conference to the extreme, she accepted the winning young man in public.

The cheers belonged to the victors. No. 12 left the competition court in despair, and returned to the humble home in trembling.

"Waste!" The gray-haired old man who looked to be in his fifties angrily raised the bowl in his hand and threw it at him, "The labor and management provide you with delicious food and drink, and teach you How many martial arts skills?"

"How did you repay me in the end? You can't even beat a person who only knows one kind of martial arts!"

"You are a waste! Labor and management should not have picked you up from the **** heap in the first place, and you should rot with the rubbish!"

The old man scolded and grabbed the things in the room and smashed it on him. No. 12 soon became a mess, and even his head was smashed, and blood slid down his forehead .

However, although he has martial arts, he remains motionless, silently letting the old man vent his anger.

After a long time, everything that could be smashed in the house was smashed, and the old man exhausted all his strength, lying on the ground panting.

"Am I really you who found me in the trash?" Until he finished venting, Twelve raised his head slightly, revealing his eyes that had been covered by his long hair for many years.

The old man's heart jumped, and then he said angrily: "What do you mean? Do you think the labor and management have kidnapped you? The labor and management have eaten so much that they can abduct you, a trash who can't even beat the trash?"

"If I'm trash, then what are you?" No. 12 said gloomily, "Old trash?"

"Little brat, your wings have grown hard, how dare you talk to your labor and management like this?" He fell back at one point, and fell several times in a row, causing himself to be bruised and bruised all over.

"I know all about it." No. 12 watched quietly for a long time, then suddenly said, "I asked someone to investigate the incident back then."

The old man's hand softened and fell back to the ground. This time he didn't try to get up again, but lay on the ground laughing: "So what if I know? I want to ask why the labor and management don't recognize you. ? The son of a **** is not worthy of being a son of labor and capital!"

No. 12 was not surprised to get this answer at all. The man in front of him has never concealed his hatred for him. .

It wasn't until he picked up "Extraordinary Magic" when he was ten years old and practiced the above martial arts inadvertently that men treated him a little better and stopped hitting him, but there was never less abuse and humiliation Pass.

The man named him Li Jian, once he naively thought he wanted him to be successful in kendo, but later he realized that he just wanted everyone to scold him and humiliate him.

The person who wrote "Transcendent Divine Art" is revered as Shangguan Yinglan, the **** of war, and is also the **** in his mind.

That was the first time he had resisted in nearly twenty years, and then he noticed the deep hatred from the man's almost crazy attitude, and he couldn't help but go to Xiaotong Pavilion to investigate .

After getting the result, he knew that the man's plan was really strict, because no matter whether he succeeded in a sneak attack, the man was the biggest winner.

If he succeeds, he will avenge his deep hatred for twenty years; if he fails, Fairy Jade Sword will kill his nephew with his own hands.

It's impossible for a man not to know the difference in force between them, so he planned to send him to his death, betting on whether Fairy Jade Sword would have a demon because of it, even if he was his own son.

He hates the Jade Sword Fairy for ruining his martial arts and thoujin, so that he can only be a **** for life.

He also hated his son because he had a mother who abandoned his wife and children.

Xiaotong Pavilion is worthy of its claim to be able to know everything in the world, and everything that happened 20 years ago was clearly checked.

In the beginning, they also had a sweet life, but both of them were not engaged in labor, and they didn't know how to control their money. Yueling was also ill every day, and the decoction and medicine continued, and the belongings she carried with her were quickly consumed.

Feng Ming had no choice but to go out to work, and he was lucky because he could read and write, and found a job as an accountant, but his meager income could barely support his family, and he was able to provide medicine for the two of them. It's not possible anymore.

Feng Ming had to give up the treatment of his hands, and all the money he earned, except for living expenses, was used to buy medicine for his wife.

But Shangguan Yueling had never lived in such an embarrassing life, and soon could not stand the days of eating brown rice and drinking cheap medicine all day long, and the two began to quarrel.