Chapter 18 Provocation

"Fight...bastard."

With his trousers in his hands, he couldn't wait to find a seam to get in. Wearing trousers in anger, the round figure jumped to the sun, and the palm of the clouds came out. However, he was stopped by a middle-aged man on the stage in front of Ying Ri.

"It is strictly forbidden to do it in the ring of the primary election. Please don't embarrass me." In front of Yingri, the middle-aged man looked serious: "Young patriarch Yingri, please apologize to Mr. Yuanli for what you just did. This is the sacred draft venue. If you have any personal grudges, please solve them in private."

"Oh, that's good. I'm sorry, Mr. Yuanli, I didn't know your reaction was so slow." He spread out his hands without saying anything, and Ying Ri said such a sentence to Yuanli with a helpless face.

"Get out of here, I'm going to tear this rubbish. Get out of here." In anger, he waved his hands roundly, pushing the middle-aged man straight forward like a shrew.

With a slap in the palm of his hand, Chen Xihong stood up from his position angrily: "Come here, don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"

After being scolded by Chen Xiong, Yuanli suppressed his anger. He blushed and clenched his teeth and walked towards the high position. Suddenly, there were bursts of boos at the scene.

"The conference continues, the next one is Wu Lin, the owner of Peitung City..."

turned his head and stared at Wu Lin, who was not far from him, and his eyebrows trembled gently: "Hey..., the luck of this conference is really good."

"No. 10 of the seed group, Yan Yingri, the next patriarch appointed by the four elders of the Yan clan and the captain of Yan Qinglong, please put your hands on the crystal ball." All the people in the seed group are the noble children in the city, and they rely on the recent sharp rise in fame to be listed in the seed group. They are not as good as others, and of course they are at the end.

When he touched the crystal ball with his hands, a trace of arrogance flashed on his face. At the moment when his hands were released, the crystal ball was as bright as a small sun, which made people unable to look directly and had to raise their hands to cover their eyes. With a bang, the crystal ball turned into a flashing star and spewed out directly above the dark curtain.

The light dissipated, and the scene was silent. The big words arranged from crystal ball fragments on the dark screen made everyone feel as if their throat was choked by something, without making a sound.

'16, the ninth-level samurai, the qualification is excellent'

After a short silence, a shocking cry broke out in the venue. At the age of 16, the peak of the middle level of the samurai! Even the genius just asked is out of reach. According to this qualification, the Yan clan may be able to produce a strong martial arts king in the future, a strong martial arts king belonging to the tungsten city, by then...

On the throne, Yuwen Luan gently covered his little mouth and looked at the day under the stage with a pair of big eyes: 'No wonder his father is full of praise for him. No wonder he can defeat his brother!'

After the shock, all the dignitaries present had an idea in their hearts: in the future, they should have more friends with the Yan clan. Even if they can't make friends, they must not be offended. Otherwise, for their own family, it will definitely be a disaster.

Chen Xihong couldn't wait to slap himself to death at this time. If he had known that this guy's talent was so horrible, he should not have scattered Yan Qingling's family at the beginning. If this guy grew up and took revenge in the future, he would really not have finished it.

looked up and nodded with a smile to Yan Qinglong, who was psychologically prepared but still full of shock. Ying Ri's sharp eyes moved to Chen Xihong, who was full of regret, stretched out his right thumb and compared down, which was very provocative.

With a gloomy face, Chen Xihong shouted to the dull middle-aged man, "Pray, why don't you announce the results?"

"Oh, uh... Yes, yes, Yan Yingri, 16 years old, nine levels of samurai, excellent qualifications, pre-selected. So far, the pre-election has come to an end. The number of people who have entered the draft final is 53. The final 12 places will be decided tomorrow. Please be prepared for the candidates to enter the final. After a period of qixin, he immediately announced the results of the preliminary competition.

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When you fall asleep at night

On the dining table of Yanfu, the men drank crookedly, and the women were excited and talked at length, which was extremely lively. Today, Yanfu's limelight at the venue can be said to be a sensation in the whole city, and no one can shake it.

Yan Qinglong, who has always been strict, also blushed and talked with the four elders at this moment. After today, it can be said that the status of the Yan family has risen to be on an equal footing with the Chen family, and even a little beyond, and all this depends on today's performance.

After dinner, he returned to the room alone and crossed his eyes to meditated. Today's sensation is as early as I expected, coupled with the maturity of my personality in the past five years, so there is not much fluctuation in my heart at this moment.

"Brother Yingri, congratulations on passing the primary election." A gentle sound came to his ears, and Ying Ri looked up with a smile, looked at the light dress in front of him, and got up and hugged him in his arms.

Smelling the girl's unique fragrance, Ying Ri raised his hand and gently stroked Binbin's waterfall-like soft silk, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "Binbin, I have heard about you from my parents. I will always keep this in mind for me to fall out with my family. Today is just the beginning. You wait. When my age and strength go further, I will shut up those guys in your family who force you to marry others. I may not be qualified to say this before, but now, I have absolute confidence.

Gently leaning on Yingri's chest, Binbin slowly closed his eyes: "Well, I believe you, I believe it's not far from the arrival of that day."

Due to the natural physique of the family, which strongly opposes this marriage, it can't play a role alone. As the leader of the young generation of the Liang family, the older generation in the family will naturally not marry Binbin to a person who is nothing.

"Tomorrow is the final. Are you coming? I have prepared a good show, and I hope to share it with you. Gently pick thin hair and ask softly.

The slender hand fiddled with the collar of Yingri's chest, and Binbin was full of happiness on his delicate and exquisite little face: "Well, although I don't like crowded and noisy places, I'd better go to help you refuel tomorrow. It's getting late. You go to bed early and I'll come back tomorrow."

"Ye."

At Binbin's departure, Ying Rihe turned to the door and jumped up to the bed, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. His hands made a fingerprint, and the surrounding aura slowly penetrated from the pores on the surface of Yingri's body and swam in the direction of Dantian. In the chain of Qinglan, cyan gas floated out, entering the body from Yingri's mouth and nose, moistening every corner and quietly enhancing Yingri's physical strength.

The time in practice always makes people feel short, and the long night is fleeting. When you open your eyes, it is the next morning.