Her movements were neither fast nor slow, and she was very relaxed.
It was as if she was going out for a jog.
The girl's actions stunned the five Ancient Warriors who had barged in. They did not understand what she was going to do.
Ancient Warriors rarely appeared in public, but it did not mean that they did not exist.
It was just that they always did things cleanly and did not leave any traces.
Moreover, Ancient Warriors were good at hiding their aura because they had inner strength in their bodies.
It was very possible that an old man selling meat in the market was an Ancient Warrior with a high level of inner strength. This was not unheard of.
The five Ancient Warriors were all subordinates sent by Meng Jingyu.
In the ancient martial arts world, they could only be considered as the lowest group.
Even so, not to mention ordinary people, even international level boxers were no match for them.
Inner strength could be used to hit objects from a distance.
After Ying Zijin bought this house, she chose the strongest security door on the market.
Bullets could not penetrate it.
However, the Ancient Warriors only used their inner strength to kick it a few times and fell.
Ying Zijin finished tying her hair and looked at the security door that was already lying on the ground. She nodded. "This door, fifty thousand."
These words made the five ancient martial art practitioners laugh and shake their heads repeatedly.
They thought that this little girl really had some background to be so calm in front of them.
It seemed that she was just a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers. The ignorant were fearless.
At this time, she was still thinking about money.
No wonder she came from a small county.
"Little girl, let's not talk too much." One of the Ancient Warriors stepped forward. His gaze was indifferent and arrogant. "Hand over that tulip and we will not make a move."
They had been waiting here for a few days, and now they finally found an opportunity.
However, they remembered Meng Jingyu's instructions. They could not make a move unless they were sure that Fu Yunshen had left.
Although the five Ancient Warriors felt that Fu Yunshen was just a weak playboy who was not worthy of their attention at all, they were not worried about him at all.
Perhaps because of Meng Jingyu's repeated warnings, they still obeyed.
A seventeen year old little girl was scared out of her wits and brought the Snow Ganoderma to them while crying?
Outside of the ancient martial arts world, these ordinary people had to give them whatever they wanted.
The fist was the capital.
"Tulip?" Ying Zijin looked up and said indifferently, "Not Snow Lingzhi?"
His words caused the five ancient martial art practitioners' expressions to change.
"So you know about it." The leading ancient martial artist narrowed his eyes. "Could it be that you've learned ancient medicine?"
This Snow Ganoderma was not an ordinary Chinese medicine with the same name.
Therefore, it was impossible for either Western medicine or Chinese medicine to know.
Ying Zijin did not answer the question. She just nodded slightly. "I hope you have 50,000 on you."
The Ancient Martial Artist's face darkened. "You don't know what's good for you!"
He didn't want to talk nonsense with the girl, so he went forward directly.
Without any unnecessary movements, he raised his hand and chopped down on the girl's neck.
This palm strike was infused with inner strength, and it was aimed at the position of the scapula.
They wouldn't kill him, but it would be easy to cripple him for life.
However, what he didn't expect was that the girl didn't move at all when he struck her with his palm.
Before he could react, suddenly!
"Boom!"
An extremely powerful inner strength suddenly gushed out from the place where he struck.
It actually sent him flying.
In the next second, Ying Zijin took a step forward, grabbed his collar, and slowly lifted him up.
She only used her left hand.
She suddenly turned her wrist, and the person in her hand fell to the ground in an instant.
At the same time, her inner strength fluctuated again and broke his two arms.
The other four ancient martial art practitioners were shocked.
Ying Zijin didn't even look at the person on the ground. She went forward again.
Ten seconds later.
There were four more people on the ground.
Their legs were unharmed, but their upper bodies kept twitching, as if they were having epilepsy.
At the dining table.
Ying Zijin sat down, took off the rubber band, and put it on her wrist again.
Her soft long hair draped over her shoulders, adding a hint of cleverness.
It was impossible to tell what she had just done.
"You … You're finished …" The leading ancient martial art practitioner's face was swollen, and the broken teeth in his mouth were mixed with blood. He couldn't speak clearly. "You, you offended Family Meng, you … You're dead meat!"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head.
She seemed to be thinking about something.
After a few seconds, she spoke.
Her voice was low and slow, with a strong bewitching power.
"Look into my eyes."
The five ancient martial art practitioners' expressions were restrained, and they looked up blankly, as if they were puppets being controlled.
"Forget what happened today." Ying Zijin tapped her fingers on the table casually. "As for the reason, think of it yourself."
Hearing this, the five ancient martial art practitioners nodded blankly.
Ying Zijin massaged her temples and said indifferently, "Leave the money, and you can get lost."
The ancient martial art practitioner whose arm was not broken began to dig in his pocket.
After a long time, he took out 128 dollars and 50 cents in cash and a bank card.
"…"
Ying Zijin picked up the bank card and calculated the balance in it.
63,542 dollars and 10 cents.
She was silent for a while. "You're really poor."
But fortunately, it was enough to ask someone to change the door.
The five ancient martial art practitioners did not answer, and they left the Wen family one by one.
Ying Zijin picked up her phone, ordered a security door that she liked this morning, and made an appointment to install it.
Her eyelashes drooped, and she was deep in thought.
The rules of the ancient martial art world were different from the outside world.
They could kill each other.
But if she killed these five ancient martial art practitioners, it would attract the attention of the ancient martial art world.
She did not want to have anything to do with the ancient martial art world and the ancient medicine world.
Ying Zijin rubbed her head again.
She had not used hypnosis for a long time, and it was a bit of a headache.
**
In front of a teahouse a few streets away from the Wen family's neighborhood.
Meng Jingyu was sitting on a bamboo chair outside.
There was a pot of tea and a plate of snacks on the sandalwood table.
The steam from the tea matched the dark green embroidered cardigan jacket very well.
Meng Jingyu poured a cup of tea and looked at his watch.
Calculating the time, it was about time.
Just then, a car stopped in front of him.
The driver was the woman who came with her.
The woman got out of the car and saluted Meng Jingyu in a very ancient way.
The passers-by could not help but look back.
"Sir, the mission failed." She paused and said, "They were seriously injured and are in the hospital for treatment."
"Failed?" Meng Jingyu's eyes turned cold, and he said with a smile, "They're all useless? They can't even deal with an ordinary person? "
"They said that they met people from Continent O," the woman continued to report. "They were no match for them, so they did not succeed."
"Continent O …" Meng Jingyu frowned slightly, and his expression turned serious.
He did hear from Family Meng that the young lady of Continent O's Bevin family was in Hucheng during this period.
If they really met, they were no match for them.
Meng Jingyu put down the teacup and slowly said, "Back to the capital."
He could not stay here any longer.
Others did not know what kind of person Fu Yunshen was, but he knew very well.
He had seen with his own eyes how this man had crippled an Ancient Martial Artist with profound inner strength with one punch after another, using the method of hand-to-hand combat.
At that time, he was only seventeen years old.
Meng Jingyu's eyes darkened.
No one was willing to go against a man who did not even care about his own life.
The woman saluted again. "Yes, sir."
**
Qing Zhi High School.
After the ISC's opening process was announced on the Internet, all the students in the third grade's elite class and science experimental class were notified by their respective homeroom teachers.
It was best for the second grade to participate in this competition.
It could train themselves and would not affect the college entrance examination.
Therefore, all the interested students in the second grade's elite class and science experimental class signed up.
Not many people signed up for the science experimental class. After all, the college entrance examination was the most important thing for them.
In the third grade's elite class.
"Yuexuan, did you sign up?" The girl sitting next to Ying Yuexuan poked her shoulder. "If you sign up, I'll sign up too. Even if I can't enter the international finals, it's still a form of training."
"There's only one place for the school to enter the international competition." Ying Yuexuan held her phone and saw the registration interface on the screen. "I'm not qualified. Of course, I have to sign up."
The girl nodded. "Sigh, there's no other way. Ying Zijin is really powerful. But Yuexuan, you're not bad either. She's a pervert, and it's not like you can see her every year. "
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and did not reply.
When the girl turned around, she opened the Qing Zhi forum.
Then, she entered her username and password.
The username was a string of numbers and parentheses.
Under this username, there was only one post.
[Title]: Zhong Zhiwan used his authority as the head of the student union to take Ying Zijin's words.
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