The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Capital, Huang's family.

"What?! Say it again?!"

Huang Baokun frowned, staring at his housekeeper.

The housekeeper said tremblingly: "According to those who went out to inquire about the news, the mountain gate of Xiangyun Temple has been closed, and a notice was posted at the door saying that due to the earthquake last night, the facilities in the temple were damaged, so today the temple is closed for maintenance, brother who inquired about the news We approached the Xiangyun temple from the mountain road, and found that the temple was in a mess, Yang Chen was having breakfast with Yu Ming, and Ran Xiaoya..."

"Eat breakfast?!"

"Yes, it's breakfast..."

"Are you sure you read it correctly? Is it really Yang Chen himself?"

"You can't be mistaken, that person is indeed Yang Chen, that brother even took photos and videos and sent them back, it is absolutely true that it is Yang Chen..."

Huang Baokun only felt a burst of blackness in front of his eyes, and he almost fell down.

Yang Fei quickly supported Huang Baokun, gave the butler a look, and signaled him to back down.

"Brother Kun, the fact that Yang Chen is not dead does not mean that something happened to Duke Yongnian, we can try to contact him right away..."

Huang Baokun said with a mournful face: "Impossible, if nothing happened to Mr. Yongnian, he would definitely notify us as soon as possible. Now that Yang Chen is fine, it proves that Mr. Yongnian and Mr. Yongnian may have been killed by Yang Chen—"

At this point, Huang Baokun couldn't continue talking, and actually covered his face and sobbed.

A trace of contempt flashed in Yang Fei's eyes, but she still said in a comforting tone: "Brother Kun, don't be depressed, the matter is not out of control yet, let's confirm Yongniangong's situation before we talk about it!"

At this moment, Huang Baokun's cell phone rang, and he took it out to see that there was a message on it: Huang Zhizun has fallen, so he can take care of himself.Huang Baokun looked at this message, and the last trace of luck in his heart was also shattered.

"It's over, everything is over..."

Huang Baokun held his head in his hands, as if mourning.

Yang Fei hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively: "Brother Kun, the time is not yet eight o'clock, and the deadline Yang Chen gave us is nine o'clock, and we still have an hour to maneuver..."

"Maneuver? What else is there to maneuver, the resources we can use are far less than Yang Chen, and now we can't do anything except let others slaughter us!"

"What if...we agree to all of Yang Chen's conditions before nine o'clock?"

"Let me agree to Yang Chen's idea? Give up the position of Patriarch to that concubine Huang Wensheng?!"

"Brother Kun, a man can bend and stretch. You can only make a comeback in the future if you keep your useful body! If you keep the green hills, are you afraid that there will be no firewood? If you act on your will, we really have no chance of revenge!"

Huang Baokun looked at Yang Fei in panic and asked, "But, will Yang Chen really let me go as promised?"

"In the past year, although Yang Chen dismembered the Feng family, split the Sima family, and expelled the Hou family, he never killed the head of the family. I think he will not be too much to the Huang family, so as long as you Make way for your own safety."

"Then... Then, will my elder brother add fuel to Yang Chen?"

"The two of you are your own flesh and blood after all, I don't think the eldest brother would do this, besides...he doesn't know that he was poisoned by you, as long as we don't tell this matter, Yang Chen won't know... ..."

Huang Baokun's eyes suddenly became vigilant: "Feifei, how do you know that my elder brother was poisoned by me?"

A trace of panic flashed in Yang Fei's eyes, and she said without a trace: "What's so strange about this, if I don't even know this, how can I be your secretary? Don't worry, God knows this, you know it, I know it , there will never be a third person to know. We have been together for so many years, can you still not trust me? "

Huang Baokun was silent for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh.

"It seems that there is only one way left to go now..."

"Brother Kun, don't worry, as long as we get through the immediate crisis, there will always be a comeback in the future, and no matter what, I will always be by your side!"

"Feifei, all I have left... is you..."

Yang Fei comforted Huang Baokun softly, but a strange look flashed in her eyes.

……

At the same time, Xishan Xiangyun Temple.

Yang Chen, Zuo Ran, and Yu Ming, the old Taoist, had already had breakfast at this time, and were sitting around a table at the entrance of the main hall, sipping tea leisurely.

"Boss, it's already 08:30, do you think Huang Baokun will come and surrender?"

Yang Chen chuckled: "Don't worry, Huang Baokun doesn't have the courage and confidence to fight to the end with me, I believe he will definitely come."

"I have already asked Xu Jun to bring someone here. If he plays any tricks, I will solve him on the spot!"

Hearing Zuo Ran's fierce tone, the old Taoist Yuming almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

"Girl, after you transfused his blood, why did you start to speak like him? A girl who was originally very gentle, why..."

Zuo Ran snorted, "I... Did I act very violent just now? I don't think so..."

"Hehe, it's okay, I think it's just, if you become gentle, I won't get used to it."

Zuo Ran let out a long breath: "It's okay..."

Old Taoist Yuming shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Oh, you two are hopeless..."

At this moment, Yang Chen looked up at Zuo Ran, and said with a smile: "You listen carefully and judge how many people have come outside the door."

Zuo Ran was taken aback: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you."

"Oh……"

Zuo Ran answered blankly, then calmed down as Yang Chen said, her ears moved slightly, and then her expression became weird.

"Five...five breaths, but why there are only four footsteps, did I hear it wrong? And their footsteps seem to be the sound of stepping on stone steps. Doesn't that mean that they just entered the mountain gate?"

Yang Chen smiled and nodded: "That's right, they are at least one mile away from here. Five people, one woman and four men, one of the men was carried away by the other two, so you only heard four footsteps .”

Zuo Ran panicked all of a sudden, "I/How did I become so powerful? I couldn't hear the sound so far before no matter what!"

The old Taoist Yuming said next to him: "The blood of a saint is flowing in your body now, and in order to save you, he used four kinds of chaotic energy to wash your scriptures and cut your marrow. If you can't hear it so far, I will instead It would be strange!"

Yang Chen also said with a smile: "Ran Ran, although your physique is not suitable for cultivation, after your body has been transformed by the primordial power of chaos, your strength will naturally be much higher than before. Compared with those masters who practice martial arts, you are also Not much to give up."

"Then... does Chaotic Yuanli have the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin? It must be anti-aging, right?"

After hearing this, the old Taoist Yuming almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Girl! Do you know that the power of chaos is the power that many practitioners dream of? You got it by accident, and you only think about whether you can improve your beauty?!"

"Ang, anyway, there is a big boss in fighting. Besides, no matter how powerful I am, I am just a small card in front of the old monsters in the Supreme Hall. So it's better to be more practical, right?"

After listening to Zuo Ran's set of heresies, the old Taoist Yuming directly expressed his surrender: "Okay, you won, and I am speechless..."

"The power of chaos never increases or decreases. As much as it was when the universe was born, there is still as much as it is now. Unlike the true energy and internal force of martial arts practitioners, which can be stimulated through practice or absorbed from nature."

"That's right, and the power of chaos will choose the master. If it thinks your physique is not suitable, it will dissipate on its own, and you can't keep it. That's why Mu Zhenren sealed the power of water spirit in a bronze block internal reasons."

"You mean, Mu Zhenren is an old man, and his physique is not suitable for Chaos Yuanli?"

"That's right, if Yang Chen didn't give you the blood of a saint, you still wouldn't be able to keep the primordial power of chaos in your body."

Yang Chen added with a smile: "So, the remaining chaotic energy in your body will dissipate sooner or later, but this will probably happen after 100 years."

"Huh? Doesn't this mean that I have to live at least 120 years?"

"Isn't it good to live 120 years old? Do you know how many people in this world want to live that long, but they can't do it until they die?"

"I don't want to live that long! When the time comes, my hair will be white, my teeth will fall out, and my face will be wrinkled. It's ugly to think about it..."

"you……"

At this moment, the door of the Taoist temple was knocked, and a weak voice sounded.

"Mr. Yang, I'm Huang Baosheng..."