Rich employers are too difficult

Jian Shuling raised her sword with her right hand and pointed at him. When her eyelashes were raised, her almond eyes, which were originally clear and cold, were already covered with a strong fighting intent, which was also somewhat provocative.

Maybe it's because she hasn't used the sword to confront others for too long, after all, the sword was like a part of her body in her previous life.

The old man in gray shirt half-closed his eyes and drew out his sword.

As soon as the Qingshuang Sword came out, the others felt a chill coming from them. It was clearly noon, but a chill rose from their hearts.

Lin Yuepeng stared slightly, and the light flashed across, "Good sword."

Lin Xiao beside him heard this, and asked with a frown, "Dad, is this sword better than the Wind Wind Sword Shu Ling is holding?"

"The opponent's sword is called Qingshuang Sword. The blade is as cold as frost and as sharp as ice. The Scale Wind Sword is as thin as fish scales and as soft as wind. It is difficult to compare."

The four people next to them only realized that the difference between the swords was so great.

Zhan Jiu walked between the two, looked at them, and said in a deep voice, "Start."

As soon as the voice fell, both of them disappeared from the same place. In the next second, everyone heard the piercing sound of metal collisions. When they fixed their eyes, the two swords struck together, sparking sparks, an invisible force Aroused from them, spread outward in the form of wind.

Except for Zhan Jiu and Lin Yuepeng who were watching the battle, everyone was forced to retreat, and Gu Yanting took a step back.

Wen Di and Di Xiangyu immediately stepped forward to block Liang Yali and Lin Xiao, and they took three steps back together.

Lin Xiao almost dropped the phone she was holding. She was videoing her mother. Over there was in the lobby of Qiao’s house. Mu Hongqiao’s phone video was projected on the big screen.

Qiao Shuyan and his parents were watching.

Winnie looked terrified, Qiao Hanlin hugged her lightly while staring at the slender figure on the screen, it was very similar, so similar, her heart throbbed inexplicably, and the other hand on her knee trembled slightly with.

What his wife and son said was right, it was the time when my heart was touched the most.

After losing their daughter in the past few years, their family has also lost their joy.

Qiao Shuyan had stayed in the Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy, so he could still understand some moves, and he could only marvel at Jian Shuling's power.

Lin Yuepeng exclaimed, "What a strong internal force."

Jian Shuling and the gray-shirted old man had already separated, but they fought together again immediately. Every sword was aimed at the opponent's vital point, but the opponent could dodge it.

The two hit the tree and climbed up the tree. The two figures quickly jumped among the leaves, one white and one gray.

Especially Jian Shuling, with a flexible figure, like a butterfly dancing among flowers.

Liang Yali, who was watching, exclaimed again and again, "I have the illusion of watching a martial arts duel in an ancient drama."

"Me too." Wen Di, Di Xiangyu and Lin Xiao agreed with her one after another.

Gu Yanting stared at Jian Shuling worriedly. Every move she made was an attack. Every time he saw the green frost sword in the old man's hand about to stab her, his heart would be lifted into his throat. Seeing her Dodge and loosen.

His palms were sweating.

The gray-shirted old man became more and more frightened as he fought. That day, he thought that Jian Shuling's evaluation of him was exaggerated, but after meeting him, he realized that she hadn't. Her swordsmanship was really not inferior to his own.

He had never seen many of them before, and his only feeling was that he was as fast as the wind. He was almost stabbed several times, but he had a lot of experience and reacted in a timely manner, but his clothes were still scratched in several places.

Although Jian Shuling said that her swordsmanship was better than that of the opponent, she did not underestimate him, because it is taboo to underestimate the opponent.

Moreover, this body is not her own, her internal strength is one-third worse than before, and she has not used a sword for nearly half a year, and she is not used to it, but this sword is very similar to the one she used in her previous life.

Thin as fish scales, but sharp enough to cut iron like mud, and a little soft, this made her moves a lot more varied.

Jian Shuling's left hand slapped out like lightning and made a false move. The old man in the gray shirt didn't dodge backwards but moved forward, and what Jian Shuling was waiting for was his reaction.

She noticed just now that the gray-shirted old man has this habit. Every time he dodges, he either goes forward to the left and directly crosses the attack, or counterattacks with the sword in his right hand.

The corner of Jian Shuling's mouth twitched, and the right hand holding the sword quickly changed the direction of the sword, holding the hilt with the backhand, and the sharp blade quickly pressed against the neck of the gray-shirted old man.

When the gray-shirted old man realized that he had hit the timer, he had no choice but to retreat again and again.

The gray-shirted old man wanted to use the sword in his hand to fight back against Jian Shuling, but was blocked by her left hand. Instead, his left hand patted her right shoulder, trying to make her let go, but in exchange for her speeding up.

All the way back under the tree, Jian Shuling's left hand kept pressing down on his right hand, and the sword in his right hand was also attached to the old man's neck in gray shirt. His willow eyebrows were raised slightly, and his lips parted slightly, "You lost."

A trace of disbelief and surprise appeared on the grey-shirted old man's face, which he hadn't noticed, and he muttered to himself, "I lost, I lost, how could I lose..."

Jian Shuling put away her sword, took a few steps back, and then turned to look at Zhan Jiu, "I won, remember your promise."

Zhan Jiu was also a little shocked, and suddenly smiled, the smile that rose from the bottom of his heart softened his serious face a little.

And I also found that Jian Shuling's strength was far beyond my imagination. Her strength seemed to increase every time I saw her. Today and a few days ago, although her strength was not as obvious as before, it still improved.

"Little girl, there will be no future." Zhan Jiu's tone was full of regret.

Jian Shuling looked at the gray-shirted old man again, and said sadly, "Go back and tell Hong Qingfeng to wait for me."

Don't think that it's okay for Hong Qingfeng to go back to country H, she is very vengeful.

Zhan Jiu and the others left, Gu Yanting came forward the fastest, knowing that she was not injured, but still clasped Jian Shuling's arms tightly with both hands, looked her up and down with deep worried eyes, "Is there any injury?"

Sensing Gu Yanting's worry, Jian Shuling ignored the pain in her right arm being held, warmed her heart, and smiled brightly at him, "It's okay."

But just after she finished speaking, Lin Yuepeng came forward and disagreed, "Shu Ling, you're not telling the truth."

Without warning, he stretched out his hand to separate Gu Yanting's hand, then grabbed Jian Shuling's right arm and pressed it back, helping her dislocated right arm back.

Jian Shuling looked up and saw Gu Yanting frowning, with dissatisfaction in his eyes and more self-blame, but he said lightly, "Dislocation is not an injury."

Di Xiangyu, Wen Di and Liang Yali also rushed forward quickly, Lin Xiao hung up the phone and put it away, and quickly followed.

Liang Yali gently held Jian Shuling's left arm, her elegant and delicate face was full of admiration, at this moment, in her eyes, Jian Shuling's charm reached its peak, and her tone rose a little, "Shu Ling, you are really amazing. "

"Yes." Wen Di Xiemei's eyes were full of surprise, and he raised his thumb to Jian Shuling.

Di Xiangyu pushed the gold wire frame that slid down his nose in shock, and clapped his hands together.

Lin Xiao applauded in the same way. She had seen her father fight with others a lot since she was a child, but it was the first time for her to use a sword.

Lin Yuepeng also admired, "Shu Ling, I'm giving you the Wind Scale Sword."

"Send me?" Jian Shuling was quite surprised, her almond eyes were full of confusion.

Although this sword is not a famous sword, nor can it compare to that Qingshuang sword, but in this era of this world, it is still very rare.

Lin Yuepeng said with a smile, "That sword is very suitable for you. In fact, there are not many people who know how to use swords in the martial arts gym, and neither do I. It should belong to a suitable owner."

Lin Xiao also chimed in, "Shu Ling, just take it, anyway, it's still in the secret room to seal the dust."

Jian Shuling stopped being hypocritical, "Thank you, Master Lin."

In the hall of Qiao's house, Mu Hongqiao hung up the phone.

Seeing that the screen was black, Qiao Hanlin came back to his senses, and looked at his son Qiao Shuyan seriously, "Did your grandmother invite Gu Yanting for her [-]th birthday?"

"Gu Yanting will definitely invite her, as long as Gu Yanting goes, she will go too." Qiao Shuyan replied, he knew that his father also wanted to see Jian Shuling.

Qiao Hanlin nodded, and Winnie, who was also in his arms, looked up at him. With a look in her eyes that needed to be recognized, she grabbed the corner of his clothes and said softly, "Ah Lin, do you think she looks like her? She will be our baby?"

Thinking of her daughter, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a knife, dripping with blood, and her flesh and blood were cracked.

"It's like when you were young, but don't worry, let's find out." Qiao Hanlin gently gave her a comforting smile, and the hand that patted her back was also very light, but there was still a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Winnie nodded slightly, she trusted Qiao Hanlin very much, then looked at Mu Hongqiao with gratitude, "Hongqiao, thank you."

Mu Hongqiao twitched the corner of her mouth, "Thank you, I didn't help much."

Her family, Lin Xiao, had known Jian Shuling for so long and didn't find out, but she couldn't blame her, she hadn't seen Winnie young, especially since she was away all year round after looking for her daughter.

On Monday, when Gu Yanting came back from the regular meeting, Secretary Wang picked up an invitation and handed it to him respectfully, "Gu Dong, this is an invitation from the special assistant of President Wen Na."

Gu Yanting took it and entered the office. Jian Shuling was not there, so he put the invitation aside and sat down to continue working.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Shuling came back, sweating profusely, and saw the red invitation on the pile of documents with sharp eyes, "Wen's invitation?"

"Well, are you interested?" Gu Yanting habitually took out a handkerchief and got up and walked to her, wiping her forehead and face with gentle movements full of tenderness.

Jian Shuling reached out to take it and opened it, and it said 'Wen Ye Xiaolan' on it.

Gu Yanting explained, "Wen Ye Xiaolan, like my grandmother, was widowed at a young age. She was under more pressure than my grandmother. She gained control of the Wen family from among the wolves of the Wen family. While guarding the two daughters to grow up and teach them, guarding Wen's."

Jian Shuling asked, "And then?"

"Her difficulties changed after Winnie met Qiao Hanlin and married him, and the competition within the Wen family gradually subsided."

Jian Shuling's apricot eyes were somewhat curious, "Is the Qiao family so powerful?"