Chapter 68 Do you think I’ll beat you up?

Author: Qing Liuge

Chapter 68 Do you think I’ll beat you up?

The look in his eyes successfully made Qi Lian's face look bad.

She didn't know where she got the courage, so she said directly, "We are here to receive the badge."

Her voice attracted the man's attention, and he immediately looked at Qi Lian's wife, and then snorted, "I said it looks so familiar, it's you who co-authored it, why are you applying again? I already told you that you are inferior...

...Uh huh..."

Before he could finish his words, he covered his mouth in horror and looked at Yan Qiao and the others with extremely angry eyes.

Yan Qiao retracted her hand and said, "Shut up if you don't know how to speak." She raised her chin slightly, "Come here and take the three of them to receive the monk badge of the Metaphysical Society."

"Come on, come on," the two monks who had just spoken came over quickly.

When I passed by the man, I shivered when I was stared at by him with a vicious look.

Yan Qiao looked at his eyes and said, "If you don't know how to look at people, then gouge out your eyes."

"Uh-huh!" His eyes immediately turned frightened, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"I remembered," the monk who was applying for the badge exclaimed, then lowered his voice, "She is the virtual idol Yan Qiao! The big shot who specializes in promoting metaphysics!"

The other monk's pupils shrank, and he immediately began to gloat, "This time, it can be considered as kicking the iron plate."

The two looked at each other and instantly felt that it was almost dawn. Sure enough, when they clicked on it, they saw that the three people's application headquarters had been approved. Now they only need to hand over the badges to a few people.

"Who dares to touch my son!" At this moment, an angry voice sounded.

A wave of coercion came over without restraint, and the faces of the monks in the entire room turned pale. Yan Qiao glanced at it and grabbed it hard with his bare hands. The pressure was completely broken in an instant.

"Pfft." The arrogant voice just now was accompanied by the sound of vomiting blood, and he rolled down the stairs.

I saw a fat middle-aged man rolling like a ball in front of Yan Qiao.

The man's face could no longer be described as frightened. He trembled and collapsed on the ground, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Yan Qiao walked to a chair aside and sat down, "You are the person in charge of City B."

The middle-aged fat monk raised his head in embarrassment, his whole body was so sore that he couldn't stand up. He shouted bluffingly, "Do you know who my ancestor is!"

Then he turned to look angrily at the stupid son with a pale face beside him, "Why don't you unfilial son come over and help me!"

"Hey!" The man rolled over and crawled over.

Yan Qiao snorted coldly, and he froze in fear.

"Who is your ancestor? I would like to know which moth made the hole in the Metaphysical Society," she blew on her nails, her posture arrogant.

Ning Zhi looked at Yan Qiao with all her eyes, the admiration in her eyes should not be too obvious.

Yan Qiao patted the table with her folding fan, "Give you a chance to ask for help."

Even though he was being arrogant and domineering, the fat monk realized that something was wrong. He was trying his best to recall Yan Qiao's identity in his mind, but he never thought of any senior member of the Metaphysical Society who was so young.

With a gloomy look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth. Seeing that Yan Qiao really had no intention of stopping him, he immediately clicked on the light brain to shake the person.

Yan Qiao looked at the two monks who were standing aside timidly, "Have you brought the badges?"

"Senior is here." The two monks quickly handed over three exquisite boxes. Yan Qiao took them and threw them directly to Qi Lian's wife, "Take them."

"Hey," Qi Liancheng took it immediately. Even with a calm personality like her, there was more joy in her eyes at this time.

Ning Zhi was even more obvious. She thanked her sweetly and couldn't wait to put it on.

The man over there had obviously dialed the number, and he was howling as soon as he opened his mouth, "Commander Fu, help me! Someone is kicking the restaurant, she doesn't take you seriously!"

Hearing his shout, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows.

He obviously wanted Yan Qiao to hear and deliberately amplified his voice.

There was a sound of friction of clothing coming from there, and then a slightly elegant voice came over, "Oh? You can't handle such a small thing well. It seems that you are tired of being in that position."

The fat monk's body trembled violently, "My lord, it's really that woman..." When he saw Yan Qiao's eyes, he immediately changed his words in fear, "The female monk is so powerful, I can't stand it with my little cultivation!

"

"Useless trash," he said lightly, showing his indifference.

Yan Qiao opened her lips lightly, "Chief Fuyong's hands are really long. You have penetrated the Mysterious Society. Let me guess what else you dare not do in Xuanyuan."

There was a hint of mockery in the tone, which made the other side obviously quiet for a moment, and then the originally indifferent voice became a little colder, "Long time no see, Teacher Yan."

"It seems that taking the position of leader of the Qilin Division is an understatement of talent. Chief Fuyong likes to manage the internal affairs of the Metaphysical Society so much. I think there is a place that is very suitable for you." She raised her eyes with a ruthless expression.

"It seems that Teacher Yan is different from the past," he chuckled. "I just wanted to transfer Fu to another position in just a few words. I don't know whose influence Teacher Yan is relying on."

A deep voice sounded at the door, and the fat monk raised his head in surprise.

I saw Fu Yong wearing a purple robe, still wearing the long knife on his waist, walking step by step on cloud boots.

Yan Qiao remained motionless, "Chief Fuyong is really good at cultivation."

Fu Yong stood in front of Yan Qiao and kicked the fat monk. He was kicked three meters away and hit the wall before he was forced to stop. He vomited a big mouthful of blood and his body twitched.

After a few moments there was no movement.

But Fu Yong didn't care at all, and leaned on the table beside him, "Useless trash shouldn't live. Teacher Yan, do you think what I said is right."

The man huddled in the corner of the table was frightened, looking at this scene with dull eyes, and he turned back and fainted.

The entire hall was silent, except for the ticking sound of the pointer, which made people nervous.

Yan Qiao said softly, "Chief Fu, you have such a big air."

She played with the folding fan, "It seems that Chief Fu's hands are longer than I thought, and he can casually kill the sinners of the Mysterious Society."

"Then what do you think we should do, Teacher Yan," he sighed in distress, "the Metaphysical Society has too many wastes, and I always have to share some of the burden for them."

A life disappeared just like that while they were talking and laughing, which seemed too cruel to the still somewhat innocent Qilian and his wife.

Ning Zhi's face turned pale, and she clutched Qi Lian's sleeve tightly.

Who knew that Fu Yong's gaze suddenly passed over the three of them, "Teacher Yan is really a good teacher, why is this for the three of them?" He paused and smiled meaningfully, "What about taking the lead?"

"You don't have to worry about it now. As for the matter of Leader Fu crossing the line, I will handle it personally." She stood up and scanned the area. "I will notify the Metaphysical Society to re-appoint the person in charge. As for this person, you can escort him directly to the quiet room.

Just wait and see."
Chapter completed!