True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

She moves slowly and leisurely.

As if to go out for a run.

The girl's action made the five ancient warriors who broke in were stunned for a moment, unable to understand what she was going to do.

Ancient warriors rarely appear in the public eye, but that doesn't mean they don't.

It's just that they always do things neatly and simply, leaving no trace.

Moreover, ancient warriors are good at hiding their breath because of their internal strength.

It is very likely that a meat-selling uncle passing by in the vegetable market is an ancient martial artist with deep inner strength. This is not an unheard of thing.

The five ancient warriors were all followers sent by Meng Jingyu.

In the ancient martial arts world, it can only be regarded as the bottom group.

But even so, let alone ordinary people, even international-level boxers are not opponents at all.

Inner strength can be used to hit objects in the air.

After Ying Zijin bought this house, the security door he chose was the strongest one on the market.

Bullets are also impenetrable.

But the ancient warrior just kicked a few times with his inner strength and fell down.

After finishing her hair, Ying Zijin glanced at the security door where the corpse was lying, and nodded, "This door costs fifty thousand."

The four words made the five ancient warriors laugh and shake their heads.

They thought that this little girl really had something to do, to be so calm in front of them.

It seems that it is only a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and ignorant people are not afraid of it.

At this point, I'm still thinking about money.

No wonder, he came out of a small county town.

"Little girl, don't say more." One of the ancient warriors stepped forward, his eyes light and arrogant, "Hand over that tulip, we can not do it."

They had been squatting here for several days, and finally they had an opportunity.

But they kept Meng Jingyu's instructions in mind, and they could do it unless they were sure that Fu Yunshen had left.

Although the five ancient warriors felt that Fu Yunshen was just a scoundrel with no strength, it was not worth their attention at all.

Maybe Meng Jingyu warned them again and again, but they still obeyed.

A seventeen-year-old girl, she was so frightened that she couldn't help crying and holding the Xue Lingzhi plant in front of them?

Out of the ancient martial arts world, what they want, these ordinary people have to give them.

Fist is capital.

"Tulip?" Ying Zijin raised her eyes and said lightly, "Isn't it Xue Lingzhi?"

In a word, the expressions of the five ancient warriors changed.

"So you know." The headed ancient warrior narrowed his eyes slightly, "Could it be that you have studied ancient medicine?"

This Xue Lingzhi is not an 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 fifty thousand on you."

The headed ancient warrior's face sank: "I don't know what is good or bad!"

He didn't want to talk nonsense with the girl either, so he stepped forward.

There was no extra movement, so he raised his hand and slashed towards the girl's shoulder and neck.

This palm, with internal energy, is aimed at the position of the pipa bone.

It won't kill people, but it's easy to be disabled for life.

However, what he didn't expect was that his palm fell, but the girl did not move at all.

Before he could react, suddenly!

"Bang!"

An extremely powerful inner strength suddenly gushed out from where he slashed.

It actually knocked him out.

The next second, Ying Zijin took a step forward, raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and slowly lifted him up. .

Only used one left hand.

She flipped her wrist bone suddenly, and instantly knocked the person in her hand to the ground.

At the same time, the inner strength waved out again, breaking both of his arms.

The other four ancient warriors were shocked.

Ying Zijin didn't even look at the person on the ground, she stepped forward again.

Ten seconds later.

Four more people fell to the ground.

His legs were unharmed, and his upper body was twitching constantly, as if he had gone crazy.

And at the table.

Ying Zijin sat down, took off the rubber band and put it on his wrist again.

Her long soft hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, adding a bit of cuteness.

I can't see what she just did.

"You...you're finished..." The ancient warrior headed had a swollen face, the broken teeth in his mouth were mixed with blood, and his words were unclear, "Go, offend Mengjia, you...you will surely die!"

Hearing this, Ying Zijin turned his head.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he spoke.

His voice was low, with some kind of powerful bewitching power.

"look into my eyes."

The expressions of the five ancient warriors were all restrained, and they raised their heads blankly, as if they were being controlled like puppets.

"Forget what happened today." Ying Zijin tapped the table with her fingers, casually, "As for the reason, think for yourself."

Hearing this sentence, the five ancient warriors all nodded.

Ying Zijin pressed his temple and said lightly, "Leave the money, you can get out."

An ancient warrior with an unbroken arm began to take out his pocket.

After digging for a long time, I took out 128 yuan and 50 cents in cash, and a bank card.

"..."

Ying Zijin pinched the bank card and calculated the balance in it.

Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty-two yuan a cent.

She was silent for a moment: "You are really poor."

But fortunately, enough to ask someone to change the door.

The five ancient warriors did not answer, and left the Wen family one by one.

Ying Zijin picked up her mobile phone, ordered a security door that she was optimistic about this morning, and made an appointment for the installation of the door.

She dropped her eyelashes thoughtfully.

The rules of the ancient martial arts world are different from those of the outside world.

can kill each other.

It's just that if she kills these five ancient martial artists, it will attract the attention of the ancient martial arts world.

Now, she doesn't want to have any involvement with the ancient martial arts world and the ancient medical world.

Ying Zijin rubbed his head again.

I haven't used hypnotism for a long time, and I have some headaches.

**

In front of the tea house a few blocks away from the community where the Wen family lived.

Meng Jingyu sat on the bamboo and rattan chair outside.

There is a pot of tea and a plate of snacks on the sandalwood table.

The tea mist curled up, but it matched the dark blue Hanfu embroidered cardigan jacket.

Meng Jingyu poured a cup of tea and glanced at his watch.

Do the math, it's about time.

Just in time, a car stopped in front of him.

It was the woman who was driving with her.

The woman got out of the car and clasped her fists at Meng Jingyu, a very ancient way of salute.

Passersby couldn't help but look back.

"Sir, the mission failed." She paused before saying, "They were seriously injured and are being treated in the hospital."

"Failure?" Meng Jingyu's eyes were cold, and his voice was still smiling, "It's all waste? Can't even deal with an ordinary person?"

"They said they met someone from Continent O." The woman then reported, "It's not a rival, so it didn't work."

"Continent O..." Meng Jingyu frowned slightly, his expression solemn.

He did hear from Mengjia that the young lady of the Bevin family in O Zhou was in Shanghai during this time.

If you really run into it, it's really not an opponent.

Meng Jingyu put down the teacup and slowly spit out three words: "Return to the imperial capital."

He can't stay here any longer.

Others don't know who Fu Yunshen is, but he knows.

He saw with his own eyes how this man knocked out an ancient martial artist with deep inner strength, punch after punch, in hand-to-hand combat.

At that time, he was only seventeen years old.

Meng Jingyu's eyes darkened.

No one is willing to face such a man who doesn't even want his own life.

The woman clasped her fists again: "Yes, sir."

**

Qingzhi Middle School.

After the ISC opening process was announced on the entire network and fully implemented, all the students in the three-year high school elite class and science experimental class were notified by their respective head teachers.

In this competition, it is best to participate in the second year of high school.

You can train yourself without affecting the college entrance examination.

Therefore, the students who are interested in the elite class and science experimental class of the second year of senior high school have signed up.

There are not many people who report to the science experiment class of senior three. After all, the college entrance examination is the most important thing for them.

In the high school elite class.

"Yuexuan, do you sign up?" The girl at the same table poked Ying Yuexuan's shoulder, "If you sign up, I'll sign up too. Even if you don't make it to the international finals, it's a kind of exercise."

"There is only one place for the school to directly connect to the international competition." Ying Yuexuan held the phone, and the screen showed the registration interface, "I am not qualified to take it, of course I have to register."

The girl nodded: "Oh, there's no way, who makes Ying Zijin really powerful? But Yuexuan, you're not bad. Her kind of pervert doesn't happen every year."

Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and didn't respond.

When the girl turned around, she opened the Qingzhi Forum.

The username and password were then entered.

ID is a string of numbers and letters.

There is only one post under this ID.

[Title]: Zhong Zhiwan took advantage of the privilege of the head of the student union and took the words written by Ying Zijin.