From poor god to richest man

Chapter 86
When Wen Wan'er was young and energetic, she was dissatisfied that other people looked down on her as a girl, so she fought one sect after another.

Not only have many young people been beaten into autism, but even the masters of these young people have been beaten to doubt life.

In the real martial arts circle, Wen Wan'er's name can make a child stop crying.

This is why, when Lu Yufeng asked martial arts masters to be action consultants, they all agreed when he mentioned Wen Wan'er's name.

And the silent silence before agreeing was mainly because the masters were thinking, if they refused, would they be able to accept Wen Waner's call again?
Although they heard that Wen Wan'er has been working for the past few years and rarely saw her make a move, who can guarantee that Wen Wan'er is not cultivating in secret?

So after thinking twice, the masters decided to agree to it just to be on the safe side.

Otherwise, their newly recruited disciples will also be cast a psychological shadow, then it is estimated that it will be difficult for their sect to find someone who can carry the banner in the next ten years.

You must know that Yang San back then was the proud son of heaven in everyone's mouth. He was not only smart and able to read, but also had a high talent in martial arts.

When everyone and Yang San himself thought that he would become an elite with both civil and military skills, he met Wen Wan'er.

Not only was his grades not as good as Wen Waner's, but during the sparring, Wen Waner pressed him on the ground and beat him, causing him to be psychologically shadowed.

And because of this incident, his martial arts stagnated for many years, which made Tong Yu very sad, but there was no good way.

As for finding Wen Wan'er to settle accounts, not to mention whether he can beat him, Yang San took the initiative to challenge Wen Wan'er back then, so it was his own problem that he was psychologically shadowed.

If he refuses to let go, then not only Yang San, but even Tong Yu will lose face.

For a martial arts master, this is more serious than losing his life, because it is very likely to affect the inheritance of their sect.

After all, there are very few people who are willing to join a sect that does not emphasize martial ethics.

Today, when Tong Yu saw Wen Wan'er and Yang San like this, he was furious, so he asked for a sparring session.

It would be best if Yang San could get out of his psychological shadow through today's discussion.

If it doesn't work, then use Wen Wan'er's hand to beat Yang San, which can be regarded as a lesson.

Anyway, regardless of winning or losing, the result will not be worse than it is now.

But no one expected that Zhen Qiong would make a move and take over the exchange.

When throwing the spear to Wen Wan'er, Tong Yu used his secret strength. Because of this, he let the spear fly towards Wen Wan'er vertically to avoid accidentally injuring others.

And based on his understanding of Wen Wan'er's strength, catching his shot was as difficult as drinking water.

Zhen Qiong shot faster than Wen Wan'er. After catching the spear, his body was as stable as Mount Tai, and the hand holding the spear did not tremble at all.

It can be seen that Tong Yu's shot did not cause any damage to Zhen Qiong.

"Could it be that this young man is also Lian's son?"

"I don't know how about this young man's martial arts?"

Tong Yu and Guan Jinqiu had many questions in their minds.

And Zhen Qiong's heart was: "Damn! As expected of a martial arts master, do you have such strong hands? If it weren't for the excellent physical fitness of the god son, he would not be able to fly out with a small path instead."

"President Zhen, you don't need to do this trivial matter yourself."

Although Wen Wan'er knew that Zhen Qiong had good physical fitness, she had never seen Zhen Qiong take action.

So even if Zhen Qiong catches Tong Yu's dark spear, it doesn't mean that Zhen Qiong is Yang San's opponent.

It was true that Yang San was pressed to the ground and beaten by her back then, but his martial arts are still good, beating ordinary people is like beating a child.

Even a muscular man who often pushes iron, if he doesn't know martial arts and only relies on strength, he is still no match for Yang San.

One must know that Tong's gun uses a gentian silver gun, which weighs at least twenty catties.

During normal practice, Yang San wields the gentian silver spear, and can play for half an hour without panting. It is conceivable that Yang San's strength is not weak.

In Wen Wan'er's view, Zhen Qiong is the founder and CEO of Qiongshen, a vassal on the big battlefield of commerce.

Where are the princes who surrender their identities and compete with civilian warriors? It's okay to win, but what to do if you lose?
Not only will it be injured, but the entire Qiongshen is very likely to be affected, and every employee of Qiongshen will be implicated.

"It's okay. It's just a discussion, and it's not a life-and-death. I just want to relax and vent..."

Zhen Qiong said the last few words in a low voice, only Wen Wan'er beside her could vaguely hear them.

Zhen Qiong really wanted to vent. After operating Sao for so long, the Shenzi Trial had returned to the original starting point, and there was no good news recently, which made Zhen Qiong suppress an unknown fire in his heart.

If there is something that can let him vent, he will feel much more relaxed.

And once a person is relaxed, his head will naturally light up, and he will be able to come up with more good ideas for losing money.

What's more, now Wen Wan'er is his person and can help him with many things.

If Wen Wan'er was injured during the sparring, wouldn't he have to work on his own?Then how can he still be a salted fish?
"Are you venting... yes! Don't look at Mr. Zhen's calm and breezy appearance every day, but as the Qiongshen grows bigger and bigger, the pressure can be imagined. Mr. Zhen... you have worked hard! "

Wen Wan'er sighed in her heart, and stopped persuading her, instead she took the suit that Zhen Qiong took off like a little daughter-in-law.

Seeing her Xiaojiabiyu appearance, Tong Yu and the others were shocked.

In their impression, Wen Wan'er is a heroine-like character, why hasn't she seen her for a few years, and she has completely changed?
Is it because the society is so dangerous that she has to pretend to be herself?What is the unique charm of the young man in front of you?

But having said that, this young man is in good health, he is a big boss, and he is handsome. Wen Wan'er secretly agrees, it is very reasonable.

wrong!Now is not the time to think about that!
Tong Yu gently pinched his eyebrows, put aside all the messy thoughts, and said: "Mr. Zhen! Even if it's just a sparring, there is still a possibility of getting hurt. Have you thought about it clearly?"

"It's okay." Zhen Qiong was not blindly confident, but he had already communicated with the system in a short period of time.

He knew that even if he had good physical fitness, he might not be Yang San's opponent.

So Zhen Qiong decisively chose to cheat and let the system do it for him!

Generally, as long as it is not maliciously losing money or violating the rules of the Son of God Trial, the system will provide help for whatever Zhen Qiong needs.

Therefore, the system said that there is no problem with this little matter, and it will definitely make Zhen Qiong a spear master!
But just to be on the safe side, Zhen Qiong decided to warm up first.

Because Chai Jue Studio needs to capture various motions, there are quite a few props in the studio.

Soon someone brought a wooden stake as thick as a bowl. I didn't know where they found it, but they found a silver dollar and stood it upright on the wooden stake.

Holding the spear, Zhen Qiong came to the stake, took a few deep breaths, and shouted in his heart: "System, strike!"

"Okay. Your Highness, Son of God."

As soon as the system finished speaking, everyone could clearly feel that Zhen Qiong's whole demeanor had changed.

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