Qing Wenhua woke up before class, Zhao Xuanxuan handed him a bottle of mineral water, said angrily: "Wenhua, Ye Fan to the classmate hit, has seriously violated the school discipline, we directly to the principal, let the school expelled him!"

Qing Wenhua frowned at Zhao Xuanxing and shook his head: "Forget it, take the initiative to challenge being defeated, what is the reason to complain?"But it was a failure, I thought I could beat him, how could he be so fast?”

Qing Wenhua was very depressed, he had the blood of the Qing family, although this bloodline made him feel ashamed, but also gave him unparalleled talent.I thought that in this small Wuzhou, everything was stronger than the peers, and I did not expect the character of Ye Fan to defeat him one after another.

"You're not better than him in other ways!"In the future, you will still have a great future, and Ye Fan may not even be able to get into the university, only to go to the mixed society, why do you have to compete with such a person?"

Zhao Xuanxuan comforted him: "My cousin's family is Jinling Wu Museum, cousin has won the provincial championship, last weekend he happened to come to Wuzhou, back to ask him to teach Ye Fan!" 」

Qing Wenhua heard the words, Jinling Wu Museum, according to his understanding, is connected with the martial arts, just take this opportunity to contact, to understand what he has been trying to figure out the thing.

As for Ye Fan, let his cousin Xuan Xuan teach him a lesson and let him know that the sky is thick.His gold body, a self-payer, really should not be with this kind of small person waste time.

That night, there were two posts in the city's high-end forum, "follow-up caused by the school flower incident: the younger brother was palm-throw, Wenhua Waterloo (with a picture)" "shock: the diaosi with the school flower out of the room to do this thing..."

After seeing the post, Qing Wenhua and Zhao Xuanxuan's thoughts on teaching Ye Fan were stronger, and Zhao Xuanjun immediately called his cousin and asked him to come here for two days.

Ye Fan did not feel anything about the post, but could only say that the shock department is very playful now.

Since teaching Li Chao and Qing Wenhua in public, his campus life has calmed down, except for He Junzhi talking to him, other students have seen him take a detour.Zhao Xuanxuan even stopped, and did not ask him to participate in helping.

Ye Fanle is so, during the day, using the memory of the cultivator to quickly browse the textbooks and review materials of each subject; at night, return to cultivate, lead the star force into the body, in order to gather enough star power as soon as possible to become the star, open the main vein of the yellow, the star pass through the Dantian, into the atmosphere.

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On the weekends, the bar.

Qing Wenhua and Zhao Xuanxuan sat in a four-person position, and Zhao Xuanxuan kept looking at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

At this time, a handsome young man with loose hair pushed the door in, and Zhao Xuanxuan's eyes lit up and stood up and shouted, "Cousin, we are here!"

The young man heard the cry looking this way, his eyes bright and full of pride, and his eyes were like a flash of light.The customer of the next table heard Zhao Xuanxian's cry, looked up at her eyes, and was bowed by the eyes of the young.

The young man saw Zhao Xuanxuan, with a smile on his face, and strode through the crowd.

Qing Wenhua stood up out of politeness and waited for the young man to arrive with Zhao Xuanxuan.

"This is my cousin, the king."

"Cousin, this is my high schoolmate in the city, Qing Wenhua."

Zhao Xuan first introduced the two of them.

Wang Yue looked up at Qing Wenhua and asked politely, “Are you the great talent that my cousin often mentions?”Not a little boyfriend, is he?”

“Cousin, what are you talking about?”Zhao Xuan's feet.

He smiled and didn’t answer, but said, “Please sit down!”

The more he looked at him disdainfully, sat down lazily, and leaned back on the sofa.

He did not bother to talk to Qing Wenhua, who looked like a decent person, and heard Xuan Xuan said that talent was quite extraordinary, but even a high school student could not deal with it, and he had to rely on his cousin to ask him to shoot.

“Tell me, who are you going to teach me this time?”

“Cousin, that’s it.”

Zhao Xuanxuan told the king more and more to listen to the matter of the conflict between them at school and Ye Fan.

Wang Yue looked for a waiter to ask for a cup of classic Mattini, took a gentle sip, frowned and said: "So, you are a classmate named Ye Fan is not very simple, can beat a wave of people, either his body is very fast; or martial arts has a famous teacher to guide, trained to a very high level."

"His body is very fast."Qing Wenhua confirmed, "It is impossible to beat me with a knife by virtue of the body alone, which requires a strong ability to distinguish a hole and clever strength, and the martial arts realm has certainly reached another level."

Qing Wenhua did not shy away from the previous shameless defeat, and stated his views and analysis in a great way, but let Wang take a look at it.

However, as a 26-year-old adult, watching a seventeen-year-old high school student analyze martial arts, or feel funny, so the joke seems to ask: "What level do you think his realm has reached?"

Qing Wenhua looked up at Wang more and more, naturally found that Wang's disapproval smile, he gently spit out a word: "the inner warrior."

The more and more suddenly the smiling Wang Yue suddenly became solemn, slowly sitting up straight, staring at Qing Wenhua's eyes, and asking with a little surprise: "Do you know the inner warrior?"

Qing Wenhua was trapped in his heart for a long time, suddenly had an answer, nodded: "It seems that there is really a strong warrior, I am also listening to an old man in the family to say this word, it should be the title of martial arts to a higher level?" 」

“You just heard it too.Yes, the martial arts world, pay attention not to the martial arts world, the practice of martial arts out of the master of internal strength called the inner martial arts!Your classmate is only seventeen or eight years old, and you can't definitely practice inside!"The more Wang was sure of the conclusion.

“Cousin, are you an inner warrior?”Zhao Xuanxuan asked.

The more Wang heard the words and said with a slight expression: "I am naturally an inner warrior, so this Ye Fan you are talking about will definitely not be my opponent!"

Mr. Chen laughed.

Li Bo once told him that if he wanted to return to his family, there were only two ways: to be in politics or business, to be the first person in the East China Sea Province; or to become a presence above the inner strength.The former he understood, but he did not understand the latter.

He once asked Master Cui, who was beaten by Professor Hong Shengwu Museum, but Master Cui thought that what was inside was just a martial arts novel, and as for what existed on the inside, there were many statements, all nonsense.

Today, I finally met an insider, and he was an inner warrior.Since this man is so sure that Ye Fan is not an inner warrior, then he is not.But it didn't matter to him, what he wanted to know was Li Bo's words!

So he asked again:

“There’s a realm above the inner warrior, right?”

The more the king laughed disdainfully, “Because of you, you also want to know what is the higher level?”Or wait until you can practice your inner strength and ask again.”

The atmosphere was suddenly embarrassed, Zhao Xuan was about to get angry, and suddenly there was a noise of dispute on the second floor, and then a tall student was pushed out.

The tall student stepped back and shouted, “Liu Pingskin, why are you withholding my salary?”

Wang Yue looked at her cousin to be angry, quickly shifted her attention, pointed to the side and asked, "You see, is the student a taller in your city?"It looks like there's trouble."

Zhao Xuanxian turned to look at the second floor where a tall student and a relatively short young man were pulling each other.

“Isn’t that wise?”

Zhao Xuanxuan was surprised.

Qing Wenhua looked at the short young man who pushed He Junzhi and said, “It should be a dispute over wages.”The short man was the manager of the bar, surnamed Liu, and He Junzhi did not know the identity behind this man, and I was afraid that he would be unlucky."

“What is the background of this man?”Zhao Xuanxuan asked curiously.

Qing Wenhua took a soft sip of his glass and said: "Our entire university town is actually covered by Liu, these lucrative bars, restaurants and KTV he has invested in the stock, and arranged for his relatives here to help him collect money."This manager Liu is Liu's boss's horse, and Liu boss is the man of Wuzhou's big man Zhao Rongxuan!"

When he heard that it was related to Zhao Rongxuan, Zhao Xuan couldn’t help but say, “Ah, then what kind of wisdom is not miserable?”

Hearing Zhao Rongxuan's name, Wang Yue's eyes flashed with disdain.In Xinglongshanzhuang, he saw with his own eyes that the Wuzhou man was kneeling to a warrior and asking for forgiveness, like a chicken and dog.

Looking at his cousin and Qing Wenhua's kind of awe-inspiring appearance of Zhao Rongxuan, Wang Yue was a little funny, and he said, "If I want to save your classmates, even Zhao Rongxuan will have to give me a little face."

"No, that boy is Ye Fan's party, it's not a good thing, it's worth it!"Zhao Xuan shook his head to stop the road.

Wang couldn’t help but look forward to seeing Ye Fan early to see how a seventeen-year-old boy could offend his cousin so hard.

Then he thought of the "Mr. Ye", as if he was 17 or 18 years old, and when his peers were still studying on campus, he had become a world master!

At that time, he wanted to find Mr. Ye to worship, and even wanted to inquire about Mr. Ye's whereabouts through Zhao Rongxuan.Later, think about what happened to Tang Meng, where is "Mr. Ye" ah, clearly "Ye killed God"!

At the age of seventeen, he dared to kill if he did not agree, but what was not killing God?

When he first saw him, he seemed to speak disrespectfully, and it was better to kill God without looking for his own account, or to stay away.