THE SHOCKING VENOMOUS CONSORT
Chapter 213: Are You Close?

Lan Xinyu saw Ling Chuxi's inadequacy, her angry teeth tickling. I can't beat him, I can't say, I'm really depressed. Must train hard, must catch up with him! Lan Xinyu decided once again.

Seeing that the refined martial arts had regained their composure, the two men quickly brought tea and looked at the blue panda eyes of the Miss Lan family. They wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh out loud, holding back hard.

“Listen, look, if something is good, get off.” Lan Xinyu felt depressed, waving furiously.

The next man covered his mouth and quickly turned to leave, there was immediately an uncontrollable light laughter outside the courtyard.

Ling Chuxi glanced at Lan Xinyu, and her mentality had indeed matured a lot. If you wanted to turn to Lan Xinyu before, these servants would not dare to laugh even if they suffocate.

"By the way, has Lan Fu had a happy show lately? Is the hair very clean? Are you going to get married? But why don't you see Luchi?" Ling Chuxi asked Zhang Xiwang.

“You're getting married.” Lan Xinyu gave Ling Chuxi a white look, but her face was red. “Fang Family in Tianshui City will come in a few days.” Lan Xinyu's expression became slightly dignified.

"Fang Family? Was it for Lan Fang's ten years of discussion?" Ling Yichen frowned and asked.

“Huh.” Lan Xinyu nodded, then explained to Ling Chuxi.

The Lan family and the Fang family were considered an ancient tribe with a long history in Nanxia Kingdom.Both parties fought for the silk business of the imperial merchants for many years later, they set the rules.

"However, in recent decades, our blue family has come out in large numbers. This generation has several layers of fighting spirit beside me, and the Fang family has never produced a decent talent. Cheap. "Said Lan Xinyu indifferently.

A few people were talking, and an old yet sturdy figure came from outside, namely Lan Linguo, the head of the blue family.

“Grandfather,” Lan Xinyu greeted him.

"Rain of Hearts ..." Mr. Blue looked into Lan Xinyu's panda eyes, surprised.

“I hit him by accident,” Lan Xinyu explained with a red face.

Father Lan looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the wolf in the field of martial arts, faintly guessing what was going on, and not breaking it, but there was a smile that was hard to detect in the corner of his eyes. It seems that this is Ling Chuxi's masterpiece, but since I said to ask her to hone Lan Xinyu well, then let them go, By the way, by the way, now Lan Xinyu was indeed much more mature and reasonable Many. Asah Ling Chuxi was indeed very good.

“Miss Ling, Mr. Ling, I just heard that you are here. You are far away and welcome you.” Mr. Lan walked towards Ling Chuxi with a friendly smile.

“Master Blue is polite,” Ling Chuxi got up and saluted.

“Sit, sit, don't hold,” said Mr. Lan quickly.

“Xin Yu, how are the preparations for learning Fang family?” Ask Mr. Blue after sitting down.

“Quiet, definitely no problem,” Lan Xinyu said confidently, but she found a worry between Grandpa Lan's eyebrows and asked, very confused, “What's wrong, Grandpa, what happened?”

"I heard that Fang Yuanqiu is back. Don't be rash this time," Mr. Lan reminded solemnly.

"Grandfather, do you mean Fang Yuanqiu, who was beaten by me when I was a child, looked for teeth? What can he do when he comes back?" Lan Xinyu said haphazardly.

"Xin Yu, don't underestimate him. I just received the news that Fang Yuanqiu came to the door of a powerful man in the east of the country three years ago, and he has reached the ninth level of war." Blue Lord Ye Meiyu's worries are more intense .

"He has talent, nine levels of battle? I remember he only had four battle levels three years ago, not much better than waste, how could he reach nine battle levels?" If not for Lan Lan Lan's seriousness, Lan Xin Yu thought she was telling a joke. In just three years, the waste of four layers of combat gas was raised to nine layers of combat gas. Even the strongest might not be so outrageous.

"I don't think that's possible, but the news shouldn't be wrong. In short, you have to be careful. You can't be rash." Master Lan actually could not think of the reason, but said seriously.

“Yeah, rest assured grandfather, I'll be careful.” Lan Xinyu nodded. He no longer rained a blue heart that never put anyone in his eyes. Ling Chuxi was right, today is very high, this place is very thick, which is stronger more. His mindset is different from the past.

"Okay, I won't affect you anymore. You should accompany Miss Ling and Mr. Ling. At night, I asked the housekeeper to arrange a family dinner. I'll come together at that time." Grandpa Lan left.

"Lan Xinyu, do you still remember the temple's heart training spell? Your grandfather was right, don't be careless." Ling Chuxi was afraid that Lan Xinyu was still a little disappointed by the strength of her opponent and reminded him.

“Good.” Lan Xinyu nodded when she heard Ling Chuxi's words. In the contest, E Shulan's strength was actually comparable to hers, but with the help of the Heart-Creating Curse, she had stimulated a power far stronger than the eight-layered fighting force. Who knew the adventure that Fang Yuanqiu had, he really could not take it lightly.

“However, even if he really has nine levels of fighting strength, I will never give up.” Looking at the old Grandfather's back, Lan Xinyu said firmly.

“It is certainly a good thing to have such determination, but the gap in strength cannot be compensated with determination alone.” Ling Chuxi looked at Lan Xinyu deeply.

“What do you want to do?” Lan Xinyu had a restless premonition in her heart.

“Of course to help you increase your strength.” Ling Chuxi smiled reluctantly.

"ah! Ling Chuxi, don't bring you to bully people like this!" Within the field of martial arts, there was a thumping sound again, and an angry Lan Xinyu howl.

Ling Yichen turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, it was too bluffing.

Grandpa Lan's footsteps stopped a little, but her face showed a knowing smile.

...

Three days later, Fang's family and his entourage came to the Blue House. Ten years of discussions between the two great families also began.

The biggest competition venue in Baishi City had long been overcrowded. The game had not yet begun, and cheers had been heard from the spectators. The once-in-a-decade discussion between the two Blues is also a major event in Baishi City. The Blue Family was the pillar of White Stone City, and it was precisely because of the prosperity of the Blue Family that White Stone City was thriving at this moment. Naturally, no one wanted the Lan family to lose.

In the back stands, the three old men sat side by side, flanked by Lan Linguo, the head of the Lan family, Fang Ding'an, the head of the Fang family family, and the dean of Baishi Academy, respectively, invited to serve as a notary.

On the side of the martial arts field, Lan Xinyu and the other four blue house children were extremely prosperous. Everyone has a lot of confidence on their face. In the past few decades, the Lan family had never lost to the Fang family in discussions. This time, without exception.

The five children from the Fang family who were taking part in the war easily stood on the other side, glancing at their opponents.

Ling Chuxi looked at the children from the Fang family and frowned slightly. These people really gave him an unimaginable feeling. After the promotion to Grand Refinement, as long as it was still below nine levels of battle, he or she was or more I could see the strength of the other party, but these people were hard to distinguish.

Doesn't that mean the Fang family doesn't have decent talent in these years? But what's going on?

Do these people also have great strength? Ling Chuxi immediately refuted his guess. Tianlei's cooling body was no joke, and Dzogchen was not Chinese cabbage, just take it, let alone the Fang family, look at the entire country of Nanxia, how many people in this Dahmat age? Clearly, these people must have used some special method to hide their breath.

In the stands, Master Lan was also Shen Ning's face, seemingly also feeling strange.

Fang Dingfang, the Fang family's head, drank tea nonchalantly, and looked at Master Lan with narrowed eyes.

Looking at that moment, the dean of Baishi College stood up, and after reading the rules, announced the start of the match.

A thin and tall man from the Fang family walked into the ring. He was Fang Yuanqiu. After the waste materials, it was now rumored that he had reached the nine-story Fang Yuanqiu.

A young man from the Lan family also headed to the ring. Ling Chuxi watched for a while, sure enough, just as Lan Xinyu had said, several disciples of the Lan family had reached the seventh level of fighting spirit, and one of them stepped onto the doorstep of the eighth level.

Worthy of being one of the ancient families in Nanxia Kingdom. The legacy of the Lan family was simply not comparable to that of an average small family.

With a loud drum, the two figures on the stage moved towards the opponent. Loud cries of cheers broke out from the audience, clearly going to the Lan family.

However, their cheers only sounded halfway, and then stopped abruptly, and the entire field of competition became silent.

A sword, just a sword, the son of the Lan family was cut off from the ring. On the solid ground, only traces of bright red blood remained.

Fang Yuanqiu's sword was too fast, and almost too fast to see.When a cold light flashed, he cut the blue child off the stage.

Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen glanced at each other and saw doubt in the eyes of the others. Of all the people present, only the two of them saw the sword clearly. When the sword was released, it was clearly an eight-story fighting spirit, but the momentum suddenly changed and became nine floors, so that the blue family of the Child had no resistance, how did he do it?

With this doubt, both of them focused on the ring.

In the stands, Master Lan's expression remained the same, but her heart sank. He did not see Fang Yuanqiu's true strength, but the strength of the seven-level fighting spirit of the Lan family's child was so unbearable that I was afraid that the previous news would not be any mistake.

“Senior Lan, it looks like our side is leading this discussion.” Family head Fang glanced at old Lan and could not hide his face. The Fang family's talent had withered in these years, and the discussion with the Lan family had ended in failure each time.This time, they finally raised eyebrows and sighed.

"Mr Fang, the game is not over yet, don't be so happy," Mr. Blue snorted.

"I know that your baby grandson has already reached the eighth level of fighting spirit, but it is better that you do not let him play, if there are no short three or two, then it is better that you do not let him play, it won't ruin both of us's harmonies." The head of the Fang family flashed in his eyes. Slight color.

During his speech, Yuan Qiu shook the blood on the sword, pointed at Lan Xinyu and the others, and said arrogantly, "Next."

The discussion between the Lan family and the Fang family had always been a wheel war. Both sides fought until the last and decided on the victory of both.

Lan Xinyu was about to rule, and a young man with a calm face beside her stopped her: "Let me go first, and take a good look." It was the strongest child of the Lan family except for Lan Xinyu.

Lan Xinyu stopped, this was not the time for stubbornness, but a major event that determined the rise and fall of the family. Fang Yuanqiu actually gave people a feeling of unpredictability. It would be better to look at the details first.

On the ring, the Lan family children had taken out their long swords, and the fighting spirit that had reached the eighth floor had exploded into an incredible momentum.Fan Yuanqiu gave him a faint glance, and the long sword is once again glorious.

This time, Ling Chuxi finally saw clearly. At the moment when the long sword shot out, Fang Yuanqiu's fingers moved slightly, and a strange decision was made. The Qi in his body also changed qualitatively in an instant. The floor was raised to the ninth floor.

Ling Chuxi clearly felt that this secret decision between Fang Yuanqiu's hands, although seemingly normal, gave people a sharp and sharp feeling. What secrets should be hidden in that decision! Ling Chuxi recalled this decision.

On Fang Yuanqiu's long sword, a dazzling light shone like a long rainbow.

The sword is only a sword. The child of the Lan family was also cut off from the ring, leaving a shocking scar on his chest.

“Nine levels of fighting spirit!” Grandfather Lan suddenly got up and finally saw the power of this sword. The previous news was true, it turned out that Fang Yuanqiu had actually reached the strength of nine levels of combat power. With his strength, he did not see the miracle of that decision.

The blue family child was quickly brought down, and the old man, Lan, was also sitting weakly, with a gloomy face. The nine-story fighting spirit was one layer higher than Lan Xinyu. This time, the Lan family had no hope of winning.

Fang Yuanqiu swung his long sword and pointed directly at Lan Xinyu. He said loudly, "Next!" That expression was so extreme that he did not place Lan Xinyu and the others in his eyes.

"That's it ..." Mr. Lan shook her head and sighed heavily. Since it was Fang Yuanqiu who had reached the ninth level of battle, it made no sense to compare.

As Lord Lan prepared to admit defeat, a beautiful figure walked towards the ring, it was Lan Xinyu.

"Heart Rain, come back! We .. admit defeat." Master Lan gritted her teeth and shouted loudly at Lan Xinyu. Lan Xinyu was a rare genius in the Lan family and a hope for the Lan family in the future. He would never want to see her fail. Even if he left the emperor's business, he must not let him take the risk.

Looking at Grandfather's expression, Lan Xinyu knew how difficult it was to admit two words from her mouth. He knows better than anyone. Over the years, how much grandfather has paid for this family. It was he, who had worked tirelessly to support the entire family with one hand, like a towering tree, protecting the descendants of the Lan family from the wind and rain. Seeing Grandfather's white temple hair and the wrinkles on his face, Lan Xinyu's heart grew sour, but she also became firmer than before.

“Grandfather, for the Lan family, I will not give up,” Lan Xinyu said, her expression unprecedented. In the ears, echoed what Ling Chuxi had once said: "Today, I am fighting for the Ling family. Perhaps, tomorrow you will fight for the Lan family. Don't back off, don't give up, remember!"

Lan Xinyu glanced at Ling Chuxi, showing a faint smile, Ling Chuxi nodded and gave her an encouraging look.

Seeing Lan Xinyu's stern expression, Lord Lan did not say anything more, but felt satisfaction in her heart. Undoubtedly the most appropriate decision made in this life when Lan Xinyu was handed over to Ling Chuxi.

Lan Xinyu finally grew up. Looking at the figure that was still a little thin, Lan's mood had never been lighter, and the burden on her shoulders for decades also lightened. No matter whether the end result today was victory or defeat, as long as Lan Xinyu was still around, the Lan family would definitely not fall.

Seeing Ling Chuxi again, Lan's eyes were even more grateful.

The drum rang, Fang Yuanqiu's fingers changed, and the mysterious decision appeared again calmly. The long sword whispered, the nine-layered combat power suppressed, and Lan Xinyu's golden whip also emitted a faint golden light.

The audience fell silent, and everyone's heart mentioned his throat. This battle was not only related to the reputation of both parties blue party, but also to the business ownership of the imperial merchants in the next ten years, but also to the hundreds of people in Baishi City. livelihoods.

Fang Yuanqiu shouted, and the sword was slashed. The dazzling light of the fighting spirit did not dare to look, but Lan Xinyu did not move, and looked at the sword that cut across the face until the long sword arrived. Just before, the golden whip suddenly shone brightly, rushing towards the other sword like an enraged dragon coming out of the sea.

In a crisp sound, a strange light burst out, and an unstoppable sword was struck by Lan Xinyu.

Lan Xinyu took two steps back, her face was pale, and when she took a closer look, the hand holding the whip shook slightly, but she did not flinch.

Offstage, after a moment of silence, waves of applause spread. The fighting spirit on the eighth floor was actually defying the fighting spirit on the ninth floor, worthy of being a genius girl in Baishi City, and worthy of being a genius in the Lan family for a hundred years.

"Blue Heart Rain, great."

"Lan Xinyu, come on and bring Fang home to his hometown."

There were cheers from the audience.

In an instant, everyone forgot Lan Xinyu's experience of defeat under Ling Chuxi, only remembering the indomitable and unyielding gaze at this moment.

A smile floated in the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth, but the originally feared mood had dissipated All of Fang Yuanqiu's dependence was none other than the fighting spirit of the sudden frog jump promotion under that overwhelming decision. The actual battle experience did not seem rich. Lan Xinyu's use of fighting spirit and her understanding of the battle situation was much higher than her. As long as he held on for a while, the final victory should be his. Lan Xinyu was worthy of being called a peerless genius!

In Fang Yuanqiu's eyes, Ling Chuxi saw a trace of fatigue that was not easily detectable, and used the strength of eight layers of combat power to exert a nine layer strength. Although the decision was outstanding, the consumption of combat power was also incredible. .

Fang Yuanqiu was a little surprised, but did not expect that Lan Xinyu could actually take over his sword, and immediately made up her mind again.

“Be careful with his decision!” Lan Xinyu's ears suddenly heard Ling Chuxi's voice, her eyes narrowed, and she saw the oddity between Fang Yuanqiu's fingers. Although it was unclear, it was expected that there would be another mystery, so he launched an attack without hesitation.

The shadow of the heavy whip, like thousands of golden snakes swimming, laid a dangerous light network in front of Fang Yuanqiu. Fang Yuanqiu was startled in his heart, and could only make a decision, and waved his longsword to fight back. The result of this hasty decision was far different from the previous one, and it could no longer inspire the nine levels of fighting spirit.

With eight layers of fighting spirit, Ling Chuxi's actual combat ability was weakened by the ruthless destruction Ling Chuxi repeated. How could Fang Yuanqiu be his opponent, forced by a heavy whip.

“Slay!” There was a clear whip, golden light flashed in front of Fang Yuanqiu's chest, he was pumped out, and fell heavily under the ring.

Ling Chuxi shook her head in disappointment, initially wanting to take a closer look at the mystery of her decision, but she repeated some of those actions repeatedly, and did not know if she had not completed her studies, yet, or the decision was initially very simple.

Amidst the deafening cheers, Lan Xinyu stood upright on the ring platform, her face calm, but vaguely exuding a pleasant and sincere heart.

Looking at the somewhat childish figure, Lan cried happily, and beside her, the Fang family leader's face darkened like a jug.

"Senior Fang, I don't need to compare the following games," the dean asked. He knew the situation of the Lan family and the Fang family. The Fang family's talent had declined in these years. It was already a miracle to be able to produce Fang Yuanqiu. Among the other younger generations, I am afraid that I cannot even know the seven layers of fighting spirit. ?

“Why don't you compare, do you really feel that our Fang family is empty?” The Fang family head calmed down and said coldly.

Immediately after, another young man walked onto the stage to see that the momentum was even stronger than Fang Yuanqiu now.

“This guy doesn't seem to be your Fang family?” Master Lan glanced at the man and said, the two families have been fighting for many years, and the information from Fang's descendants has been clearly checked. The person in front of him was definitely not Fang. The people. His voice reached the ears of the crowd below, and everyone calmed down, looked at the man doubtfully, and then looked at the head of the Fang family.

“This is my newly accepted son, why is this not the Fang family?” Said the Fang family head with a black face.

"Yi Zi, how could Yi Zi be counted, this was too shameless."

“By the way, this is a famous family, how can you say such shameless words.” There was a snitch from the crowd.

"Blue Master, Senior Dean, it seems that when the rules were set, it was never said that Yoshiko could not be considered a descendant of the family?" The head of the Fang family said without changing his face.

"This ..." Dean hesitated.

"I haven't said that, if you say it, then it's good." Master Lan was already happy in his heart. He knows that if he wants to play this lie, why he has to take such a big risk, don't think that there's only people in your family, I'm blue But there are two strong supporters at home. Lord Lan set her sights on Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen for help.