But yesterday, as soon as Nangong Yexue came to Beijing, he beat up Su Xiaofei, the little bully of the Zhenguo family. Naturally, the whole city knew about such big news.
In the past, the good-for-nothing who went to Jinling and left the sight of the people in the capital, ten years later, became a hot topic among the people in the capital after being involved in a fight against Su Xiaofei, the daughter of the duke.
If you ask who is the most popular in the capital recently, whose name is unknown to everyone, and who is unknown to everyone - then there is no one else but the name 'Nangong Yexue'.
"Nangong Yexue won ten gold medals..." someone in the crowd exclaimed.
The next moment, everyone in the scene and even those competing in the field were excited.
"Nangong Yexue, are you kidding..."
"She can only beat Su Xiaofei who is holding a whip and showing off his power in front of people who have no martial arts skills..."
"Yes, she is a loser... She is more powerful than a master with inner strength..."
"Did the Nangong clan fake it...Nangong Yexue advanced directly to the finals? Oh my God, the sun didn't come out from the west..."
The crowd outside the venue was buzzing with excitement, and even the people inside the venue looked at Ye Xue, who was dressed in black and remained calm, with suspicion.
"What do you mean? Do you suspect that my lady's gold medal is fake?" Luomei was furious and stepped forward and shouted.
"Girl, you are right." Hidden in the crowd, the handsome man with a ghostly expression on his face stood up.
He had a piece of grass hanging in his mouth and looked like a ruffian, "Among the thirty-six people in this game, there are some third-rate masters, and there are also second-rate masters..."
The handsome man pointed at Ye Xue, "Your young lady is known throughout the country as a loser in Dantian... She is only thirteen years old this year. I would like to ask this thirteen-year-old loser, how far can she practice her maternal martial arts? And
How could he win the first place among these thirty-six young elites with average qualifications and become the only player to directly advance to the finals?"
The handsome man's words were recognized by thousands of people outside the venue.
"Isn't that right? You're only thirteen years old, but you're still practicing inferior martial arts..."
"Whoever it is, it can't be Nangong Yexue's turn..."
"This is too ridiculous. A group of internal masters can't beat a thirteen-year-old yellow-haired girl..."
Nangong Wuming stood up and pressed his hands down, "Please be quiet!"
Deep inner strength surged out, suppressing all sounds.
As people outside the scene said, Nangong Wuming also thought it was Nangong Yexue.
Nangong Wuming was about to call the registered guard over and ask if he had written it wrong, when a sharp sneer from a woman came from the audience.
Everyone looked towards where they came from - Ye Xue sneered, walked to the sidelines, pointed at the handsome man and said:
"May I ask who you are? I, Nangong Yexue, left the capital when I was three years old. I have been in Jinling for ten years. I have practiced martial arts hard for ten years and have never set foot outside the Nangong Mansion in Jinling. I don't know how I, Nangong Yexue, offended you. You are actually here
Talking nonsense in front of everyone, talking nonsense with open eyes!"
Faced with Ye Xue's accusation, the handsome man still had a ruthless look on his face. He chewed grass roots and spread his hands, "How could I tell lies? The people around me..."
"Don't talk about the people around you!" Ye Xue sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, "Your Excellency has been watching the battle from beginning to end, and his eyes have not left me, Nangong Yexue, for a second. Is my gold medal fake? Your Excellency.