When Qin Heng heard what these two white young men said, he couldn't help but frown.
Turn around and look.
I saw that these two white young men were both tall and burly, with muscles in their exposed arms.
Obviously he has had a certain degree of exercise and fighting experience.
But that's all.
Not even Ming Jin.
Extremely weak.
To Qin Heng, he was nothing more than an ant.
However, since the two white men looked down on the Chinese in their words, Qin Heng didn't mind letting them see how powerful the Chinese were.
But just when Qin Heng walked over and was about to take action.
Suddenly, I saw a girl next to me turn around and stop in front of two white youths.
This girl looks to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She has a pretty appearance, exquisite facial features, and an appearance that can definitely be said to be upper-class. Her black hair is tied into a ponytail, and she has a dashing appearance.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, with her slender white thighs exposed, looking youthful and energetic.
"What did you just say?" The girl frowned slightly, looked at the two white youths, and said, "Who said you only know how to dance and do aerobics? I will give you a chance to change your mind now!"
Obviously, the girl understood what the two white young men had just said.
The two young white men were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said in Chinese with a weird accent: "Hahaha! Beautiful lady, don't you Chinese only know how to do aerobics? You are as weak as a monkey."
"Look for a fight!" the girl yelled, and actually took action directly, swinging both fists at the same time, hitting the two white youths in the face with lightning speed.
They were beaten on the spot until their noses were collapsed and their mouths were bleeding. They collapsed and rolled on the ground, screaming.
"Let me tell you! We Chinese have never been weak in martial arts, we are just too lazy to fight with barbarians like you!" The girl angrily pointed at the two young men lying on the ground and snorted: "Go away! Don't let me do that again.
I see you!!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We were wrong! We were wrong!" The two white men screamed, looked at the girl bitterly, and ran away in a crawl.
"You have already practiced Ming Jin at a young age, which is pretty good." Qin Heng came over, praised the girl, and said with a smile: "If you hadn't taken action just now, I would have."
"You?" The girl glanced at Qin Heng in surprise. Seeing that he was about the same age as her, she smiled and said, "It seems that you are also a practitioner and have a very good vision. You actually saw that I have already developed Ming Jin.
Hand in hand, my name is Fang Yiwen, what do you call me?"
As she said that, she stretched out her green-white palm and placed it in front of Qin Heng.
This is not meant to say hello.
Instead, he wanted to test Qin Heng's skills, which is called helping hands in the martial arts world.
"Qin Xuantian." Qin Heng smiled and held the girl's palm, and a thousandth of his strength showed through his fingers, turning into dark energy.
"Ah!" Fang Yiwen exclaimed and twitched her hands. Seeing that her palms were bruised like needles, she raised her head, looked at Qin Heng in disbelief, and said in disbelief: "An Jin,
You look younger than me! How did you develop dark strength?!"
Normally speaking, anyone who can practice Ming Jin before the age of twenty-five is considered a genius in the martial arts world, which is very rare. It is already very difficult to practice An Jin before the age of thirty.
The young man in front of me looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he is actually a master of Anjin level. It is incredible!!
"Qin Xuantian, listening to your name, are you from a Taoist sect?" Fang Yiwen looked at Qin Heng very curiously, took out her mobile phone and said, "Qilu doesn't have any strong Taoist sects. You should be from other provinces. Do you want to join me?"
Let’s chat on WeChat later? I have something else to do and I need to leave for a while.”
"Okay." Qin Heng nodded slightly and asked Fang Yiwen to scan his QR code and add each other's WeChat messages.
"Then let's talk back." Fang Yiwen was very happy to add Qin Heng's WeChat. After all, such a young dark powerhouse will definitely have a bright future in the future. Even if he doesn't want to develop further, it is good to meet such a friend.
If it weren't for the fact that she had just received the news that her grandfather was hospitalized, she would definitely have had more communication with this talented warrior first.
Qin Heng looked at Fang Yiwen's slim back as she left, chuckled, and said to himself: "I didn't expect that just by going out to eat some special snacks, I would meet a girl who knows martial arts. The land of Qilu is really an ancient city with thousands of years, something special.
ah."
Although to Qin Heng, even being a martial arts master is not worth mentioning, he also knows how difficult it is for ordinary people to practice Ming Jin.
Qin Heng wandered outside for a while and then returned to the hotel.
Wait until evening.
There was a knock on the door outside the room.
Song Ningran walked in, sat on Qin Heng's bed, and said, "Mo Cheng said that everyone who came for the inspection will be invited to the Xianpinge Restaurant tonight. I don't want to go."
She didn't want to see Mo Cheng.
"Mo Cheng? He was beaten by me just in the morning, and the scar healed so quickly and he forgot about the pain?" Qin Heng smiled and said, "Go, why not? Let's go take care of Boss Qian's business.
"
When they were at the airport earlier, Qian Zhenghai rented Qin Heng's helicopter. Song Ningran was also present, so she naturally knew that Qian Zhenghai was the boss of Xianpin Pavilion.
"I really want to go." Song Ningran gently held her forehead, sighed at the end, and said: "Since it is Boss Qian's restaurant, Mo Cheng should not be able to make any waves, so let's go."
Qin Heng and Song Ningran did not stay in the same hotel as Mo Cheng and others.
It's almost time for the appointment.
The two took a taxi to Xianpin Pavilion.
While in the car, Qin Heng received a text message.
Sent by Chen Qingzhu.
"Mr. Qin, Liu Feng has already boarded the plane to Southeast Asia. He should be going to invite the Nanyang Dragon. You have to be careful."
Qin Heng looked at the text message, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put the phone away.
Nanyang Shenlong?
In front of him, even a real dragon has to bow!
What's more, he's just a small transformation master!
…
Xianpin Pavilion is one of the most upscale restaurants in Qilu.
The cheapest dishes there cost over a thousand yuan, and the most expensive ones even cost a million yuan each!
It is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Qin Heng and Song Ningran had just entered the Xianpin Pavilion when a welcoming lady came over.
"Madam, are you Ms. Song Ningran Song?" the welcoming lady said respectfully, with a sweet smile.
"Yes, I am." Song Ningran nodded.
"Hello, Ms. Song, Mr. Mo from Mocheng and your classmates are waiting for you in the private room on the sixth floor." The receptionist raised her arm and took Song Ningran to the elevator.
Qin Heng was about to follow, but was stopped by a male waiter.
The male waiter looked at Qin Heng's clothes with some disdain in his eyes, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo Cheng said that the seats in the Tianzi private room are full, and there is only enough room for Ms. Song.
Sir, please dine in the hall downstairs. You can order whatever you want, Mr. Mocheng will foot the bill in the end, so you don’t have to worry about spending money."
I weakly ask for votes, and there will be a third update later~