True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Feng Xiu, the first ancient warrior, no one knows his true age now.

Because the ancient warriors of his generation have already turned into loess.

The ancestor of the Xie family was also several decades younger than Feng Xiu.

How old is Ying Zijin this year?

Feng Xiu does not have a single descendant, and there is no Feng family in the ancient martial arts world.

These two people, eight poles can't fight.

"Also, it's all you. Why did you just bump into the Judicial Hall when you went to kidnap people?" Xie Patriarch also reprimanded, "Now the Judicial Hall does not let Xie's Grandmaster Gu Wu go out."

Xie closed his mouth and did not speak at all.

"Okay, you father and son should talk less." Mrs. Xie took the medicine, "Don't let the other factions see jokes."

Master Xie hissed in pain: "Where's Nian Nian? Did you go out to play?"

"At home." Mrs. Xie said, "Yesterday she just took the cultivation level test, and the ancient martial arts cultivation level has reached seventy-six years."

Xie Patriarch was overjoyed: "Half-step Guwu Grandmaster?!"

When the ancient martial arts has reached the level of more than seventy-five years, he is a half-step ancient martial master.

Xie Nian is only twenty-four this year!

As expected of the first genius in the ancient martial arts world.

"Yeah." Madam Xie also smiled, "Niannian is really good, the stepdaughter of the Lin family, Gu Wuxiu is only over 60 years old, it's too far behind."

Patriarch Xie was very happy: "Okay, great, when my injury is healed, I must hold a banquet for Nian Nian and invite everyone in the ancient martial arts world to come."

What Lin Qingjia and what Ying Zijin can only match Xie Nian.

**

imperial capital.

Ji's Villa.

Ying Zijin came out of the shower, still wearing a nightgown, dripping from the ends of her hair.

Fu Yunshen picked up the towel, began to wipe her hair, and smiled lazily: "Girlfriend, is this flirting with me?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him: "I haven't started to act yet."

"Then don't move." Fu Yun paused for a while, "I've never been strong enough to restrain you, and I'll be a beast in a while."

After he wiped her hair, the two sat on the sofa watching TV.

The phone rang at this moment, and it was a WeChat video call.

Fu Yun took a deep look: "Your son."

"You take it." Ying Zijin stood up, "I'll go change clothes."

Fu Yun nodded deeply and pressed the answer button.

His handsome face that was close at hand suddenly appeared on the screen, startling Jiang Ran on the other end of the phone: "Fu, Fu Qishao?"

"Well, it's me, your father will come over later."

Jiang Ran was shocked.

What the fuck?

What time is it now?

Are his father and Fu Yunshen living together?

And he is still a humble single dog.

gap between people.

Ying Zijin had already changed into her clothes and took the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, oh yes, Father Ying, look at me." Jiang Ran took the test tool and showed her, "The ancient martial arts has reached thirty-five years, and he just broke through not long ago."

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, not perfunctory this time: "Yes, it's amazing, the progress is really fast."

"Hey, it's far worse than you, Father Ying, how does it feel to be famous in the ancient martial arts world that day?"

"boring."

"..."

Ying Zijin's name has indeed spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.

Many ancient warriors don't know what she looks like, but they have heard of her name.

Jiang Ran twitched: "Daddy Ying, I have a ring promotion match this weekend, can you come and see?"

The guards of the Hall of Justice are also graded.

Level 1 is the highest and Level 5 is the lowest.

Jiang Ran is now a level five guard.

To qualify, you need to participate in the ring competition.

The average age of the fourth-level guards is over sixty years old. If Jiang Ran can successfully advance, he can break the record of the Judicial Hall.

"Okay." Ying Zijin responded, "I'll go take a look."

"That's good, that's good." Jiang Ran rubbed his hands, "Daddy Ying, if you bet me to win, I will definitely make you a lot of money."

Fu Yun tilted his head and smiled, "Yaoyao, your son understands your thoughts."

"Seven young masters, you can come too." Jiang Ran coughed twice and lowered his voice, "I told you that many people in the ancient martial arts world want to marry my father, how many are there in our family, you have to swear Sovereignty."

Fu Yun lifted his eyelids deeply: "Wait, what should you call me?"

"I..." Jiang Ran opened his mouth and whispered, "I can't call you mother."

Fu Yunshen raised his peach eyes and swept away lightly.

Very oppressive.

At this sight, Jiang Ran didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Father Fu."

"Good son."

Jiang Ran: "..."

Fuck, it's over.

If his father knew that he recognized another father, he would definitely kill him.

Jiang Ran seemed to have seen Ling Zhonglou's kind smile.

"For the sake of your obedience, I'll go see you with your father Ying." Fu Yunshen leaned on the sofa, "Perform well, there will be rewards for promotion, very generous."

Jiang Ran was stunned: "Why don't I know that there are rewards for promotion? The Court of Justice didn't say anything."

Fu Yun said with a sloppy expression, "I'll reward you."

Jiang Ran: "..."

He thought the Court of Justice gave him a reward.

But he was very happy that Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin could watch him play in the ring.

Jiang Ran hung up the phone and went to practice martial arts.

**

Two days later.

Court of Justice.

The territory where the guards are located.

Jiang Ran was practicing very seriously, and halfway through, he received a WeChat message from Ling Mianxi.

[terrible cousin]: Hey, Xiao Ranran, I'll pick you up at night, what would you like to eat?

Jiang Ran was very strange, thinking about how Ling Mianxi suddenly showed mercy.

The phone was suddenly held down by a hand, and a sneer fell: "Yo, boy, and the phone, play with me."

Jiang Ran clenched his phone tightly and looked at the ancient warrior in front of him vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

He knew Qiao Dong.

In the ring match on the weekend, Qiao Ting, who played against him, was Qiao Dong's nephew.

Qiao Dong is a second-level guard in the Judicial Hall. He is 80 years old this year. Among the ancient warriors, he is in his prime and has been cultivated for 60 years.

The Qiao family is also a medium-sized family in the ancient martial arts world, and its comprehensive strength is no weaker than that of the Ling family.

"What do I want to do?" Qiao Dong smiled, "I want you to not be able to participate in the ring competition, I will give you a choice, you quit, or I will get you out?"

Jiang Ran's expression turned cold: "You are dreaming."

"Boy surnamed Jiang, don't think that you can sit back and relax when you join the escort team." Qiao Dong's expression turned cold, "You're just a newcomer here, do you understand honor and inferiority?"

As he said that, he clapped his hands and smiled: "Under the age of twenty, your ancient martial arts practice has been in existence for thirty-five years, so awesome."

Generally speaking, there is a criterion for judging ancient warriors who can be called "geniuses".

That is, his age can be less than five years apart from the ancient martial arts.

After all, most ancient warriors succeeded in condensing their inner strength when they were in their teens.

If beyond, nature is an absolute genius.

But Jiang Ran almost doubled.

Genius of genius.

But the most important thing is that his mother is not an ancient martial artist, so she can have such a good ancient martial arts talent?

Originally, the medium-sized and above families in the ancient martial arts world had never paid attention to Jiang Ran, and he was not on the list of geniuses.

Because they all know that his internal energy is violent, how long he can live is still a question.

Who knew that Jiang Ran had become normal, and the ancient martial arts practice was still increasing rapidly?

"But so what?" Qiao Dong picked up Jiang Ran immediately, "Don't you have to beg for mercy in my hands? If you have the ability, you can beat me? By the way, you can beg me too, beg Bar."

Jiang Ran gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Seeing that he refused to beg for mercy, Qiao Dong's eyes darkened instantly.

He grabbed Jiang Ran's hair, lifted him directly, and pressed him against the wall.

With a "bang", Jiang Ran's head hit the wall.

The force was so strong that cracks appeared on the wall.

Qiao Dong didn't keep his hand, and bumped one after another.

Blood flowed down Jiang Ran's head, shocking.

Soon he fell into a coma.

But from beginning to end, he didn't shout a word.

Seeing this scene, another guard next to him stopped him: "Brother Dong, don't kill him. If you kill him, you will be punished."

It doesn't matter if the guards learn from each other, but not the dead.

Jiang Ran is a fourth-level guard, and his importance in the Judicial Hall is not as high as that of Qiao Dong.

Not to mention, Qiao Dong also knew Zuo Hufa.

"I can't die, I'm leaving, it's boring." Qiao Dong was disdainful, "I really don't deserve to be beaten, bah, I still have thirty-five years of ancient martial arts, and in front of Lao Tzu, I'm not still a grandson."

He wanted to see how Jiang Ran was still in the ring at the weekend.

**

night.

Ling family.

Ying Zijin promised Jiang Ran to watch him play in the ring, and went one day earlier.

Different from before, the atmosphere of the Ling family was very solemn.

Butler Ling ran out, his eyes were red, but he still squeezed a smile: "Miss Ying, you are here, why didn't you say it earlier, we are not prepared."

Ying Zijin's eyes were as cold as water: "What's going on?"

good night~

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