"Niece Ling, why are you here?" Nangong Lin looked at Nangong Ling behind Zhong Wen in surprise.
"Second uncle, don't you know that this is my sect?" Nangong Ling replied casually, without any awe in his tone.
Nangong Lin was stunned when he heard this, and then showed a look of surprise. He had indeed heard that this eldest niece had joined a third-rate sect as the eldest daughter of the Nangong family. At that time, he felt quite ridiculed.
Nangong Ling reached out and took out the contract, glanced at it with beautiful eyes, looked at Nangong Lin with a half-smile and said: "Second uncle, the assets of the second house in this contract don't seem to be complete."
Nangong Lin: "..."
If he hadn't been in front of Shangguan Junyi, he would have yelled at his niece who cheated on her.
Nangong Ling turned a blind eye to the resentful look in his second uncle's eyes, and said to himself: "Our wealthy family in the imperial capital must have the style of a wealthy family. Since we have said that we will bet all the assets of the second family, I will ask my second uncle to put those brothels and gambling houses on the line.
Add it too, don't leave it out, lest you make others laugh in the future."
"What niece Ling said is that my second uncle was negligent for a while. Thanks to you for reminding me." Nangong Linqian laughed twice. He was somewhat afraid of this intelligent eldest niece.
Moreover, Shangguan Junyi's tender eyes looked at him from time to time, full of resentment and expectation, which made his heart soften and his waist become hot. He gritted his teeth and added some more contents to the contract.
A white light lit up on the contract spirit pattern, and then gradually dimmed, indicating that the bet between the two parties was established.
"Mr. Zhong, please advise me!" Now that the matter was over, Nangong Lin's mood calmed down. He raised his right hand and a folding fan with a metal frame slipped out of his sleeve. The fan was woven with silk and had several bells and inscriptions written on it.
Know the Daqian characters.
The weapon of the Second Master Nangong turned out to be a fan. He was naturally handsome. At this moment, he held the delicate folding fan in his hand and waved it gently, showing his indescribable handsomeness.
Zhong Wen's face was full of arrogance, and he actually used the jade bone fan in his hand as a weapon: "Don't worry, since you are a relative of Sister Nangong, I will not take your life."
Nangong Lin respected his status, and no one except his father and brother dared to disrespect him since he was a child. How could he tolerate Zhong Wen's arrogant attitude?
He took action, but the fan in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Come on, let me give you three moves." Seeing that he was not moving, Zhong Wen's attitude became more and more arrogant, and he even assumed the posture of a peerless master.
There were gradually more people at the entrance of the courtyard. Liu Qiqi, Zheng Yueting, Leng Wushuang, Baoqin Siqi and other little girls were attracted by the sound. They ran to the door one by one and gathered around to watch, especially the little Lolita.
He brought out a stool and sat down, holding a melon in his hands and chewing on it while looking at it. It was a piece of melon for everyone to eat.
"Since you don't want to take action first, then be careful!" Seeing Zhong Wen holding his left hand behind his back and waving a fan with his right hand, still acting like an expert and showing no intention of taking action, Nangong Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Launched the offensive first.
He put away his fan and exuded a powerful aura at the peak level of the Earth Chakra. He used the fan instead of a sword and performed a high-grade sword technique. The fan bone stabbed Zhong Wen straight into the face with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Ouch, what a powerful fan!" Zhong Wen didn't seem to expect that Nangong Lin's momentum was so fierce. He was at a loss for a moment, screamed, rolled and crawled on his side, and narrowly escaped Nangong Lin.
This powerful blow.
Seeing Zhong Wen's embarrassment, Nangong Lin's eyes showed a look of disdain. He opened the fan in his hand and waved his hand freely. With a graceful and elegant movement, several sharp wind blades rolled towards Zhong Wen who was rolling on the ground. He had not yet reached spiritual transformation.
In the realm of the Heavenly Wheel, he actually managed to injure people from a distance by relying on his gold-level spiritual skills.
Zhong Wen screamed strangely as he lay on the ground, rolled twice, and barely managed to avoid the wind blade. Nangong Lin's subsequent attacks were already coming, and he could see a folding fan in his hand opening and closing, tapping or stabbing.
Like flowing clouds and flowing water, the figure is elegant and the steps are nimble. Looking from a distance, it seems as if he has descended from the mortal world to be an immortal. It is indescribably chic and beautiful.
On the other hand, Zhong Wen was crawling and rolling on the ground. Sometimes the geese fell on the sand, and sometimes he rolled around. His unfitting robe was stained with mud, which made him look even more ridiculous. However, every time Nangong Lin thought he was about to hit.
, but he was always able to escape in the slightest in an extremely embarrassed manner.
This guy is quite flexible!
Nangong Lin pressed his feet, and his speed was a little faster. Although he looked down on Zhong Wen, he had to admit that his reflexes were extraordinary.
The folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish", and he was about to scratch Zhong Wen's neck. Nangong Lin felt happy and poured all his spiritual power into the fan, intending to take the opportunity to kill the playboy, even if he was annoyed by it.
As a member of Piaohua Palace, he is sure that with the strength of Shangguan Junyi, a master of the heavenly wheel, he can definitely protect himself.
However, Zhong Wen, who seemed to be in a desperate situation, suddenly lowered his head and turned forward, brushing Nangong Lin's side and rolling under his arm. His posture was really ugly.
"Wait a minute!"
The blow that Nangong Lin was aiming for unexpectedly failed, and he couldn't help but feel a little impatient. He was about to pursue him when he heard Zhong Wen suddenly shout loudly.
"What, do you want to admit defeat?" Nangong Lin sneered.
Zhong Wen held up the crooked young man's hat on his head with his left hand, inserted the folding fan into his waist with his right hand, and then turned his left and right hands outward at the same time. Several items appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Isn't the Nangong family a wealthy family in the imperial capital? Why do you only bring this few spirit crystals with you when you go out?" Zhong Wen curled his lips and looked at the spirit crystal ticket in his hand and said dissatisfied. He once specifically asked the little Lolita for advice on how to recognize the numbers on the ticket.
The number "two hundred" is written on it.
Nangong Lin was stunned for a moment, put his hand into his arms, and then his expression changed drastically: "You stole my things?"
Zhong Wen took out another white handkerchief, put it to his nose and smelled it: "It smells good."
Then he handed the fragrant handkerchief to Shangguan Mingyue, pointed to the three words in the lower right corner of the handkerchief and said: "Sister Yue'er, my eyesight is bad, can you help me read what is written on it?"
Shangguan Mingyue rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "It has the words 'Sima Rou' written on it."
"Sima Rou, she sounds like a beauty." Zhong Wen looked at Nangong Lin with a smile, "Is she your match?"
"Shameless kid, give it back to me quickly!" Nangong Lin was in a panic. He could no longer care about his image. He shouted angrily, rose up and grabbed Zhong Wen.
However, Zhong Wen, who was rolling on the ground just now, seemed to have suddenly changed. His steps were graceful and his movements were coquettish. No matter how Nangong Lin attacked, it was difficult to get even half a step closer to him.
At this time, a note appeared in Zhong Wen's hand. The moment he saw the note, Nangong Lin's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
This was exactly the text message sent by his brother Nangong Tianxing using the messenger bird. In order to please Sima Rou, he did not destroy the letter on the spot after reading it, but unexpectedly it was stolen by Zhong Wen's clever hands.
Zhong Wen suddenly jumped up to Shangguan Junyi, handed over the note in his hand, his face no longer had the angry look just now, and asked with a smile: "Madam, what is written on this paper, can you read it to my husband?"
read?"
Shangguan Junyi smoothed her hair, took the note with her bare hands, glanced at it, and sighed: "This is a letter written by the head of the Nangong family to the second master Nangong, saying that in order to form an alliance with the Shangguan family, he will sacrifice his life.
Colors come to seduce me."
After saying that, she looked at Nangong Lin with complicated eyes, feeling slightly disappointed, but not very sad.
"Jun Yi, listen to my explanation!" Nangong Lin said anxiously.
"It won't be too late to explain after the competition is over." But Zhong Wen appeared in front of him again at some unknown time.
"Go away!" Nangong Lin didn't care about the competition, he only thought about how to weave lies to restore Shangguan Junyi's impression of him.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Zhong Wen's fist hit Nangong Lin's right cheek firmly.
Nangong Lin felt his head buzzing, and there was a burning pain on his face. When he reached out and touched it, he found a slight swelling. He was used to relying on his face to eat, and he was furious. He waved the folding fan in his hand quickly: "You bastard,
you wanna die!"
"boom!"
His move failed again, and he received another heavy punch from Zhong Wen on his left cheek.
"Ah, you go to hell~"
The burning feeling on his cheeks, coupled with the disappointed look in Shangguan Junyi's eyes, made him completely lose his mind. The fan in his hand danced wildly. Although the force was fierce, it had lost its control.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Nangong Lin felt that every time the fan in his hand was about to touch Zhong Wen, it would be pulled away by an unknown force, and then he would receive a fist on the face.
Zhong Wen's intention was very obvious. He did not harm Nangong Lin's body, but just greeted him in the face. The force of his fists was not too strong. It could only break people's faces, but it would not damage their muscles or bones.
Let you be more handsome than me! Let you be more handsome than me!
I threw a left hook, a right hook, and the person who offended me was in danger!
Every time he hit a punch, Zhong Wen would sternly complain in his heart. He had long been unable to suppress the jealousy in his heart about the handsome middle-aged man.
After all, Zhong Wen is also an earth chakra cultivator. Although his hands are strong, after so many punches, Nangong Lin can't help but feel dizzy, staggering, and his face is swollen like a pig. His tears and nose are mixed together, and there is no trace of it.
A handsome young man, with the appearance of a holy hand among flowers.
How miserable!
Even Shangguan Mingyue, who hated him to the core, didn't feel any pity in his heart.
"boom!"
After receiving another direct punch from Zhong Wen on the face, Nangong Lin finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground with a "pop". His head was dizzy and it was difficult to recover for a long time.
This chapter has been completed!