And after that, fans around the world soon learned about the two holding a wedding certificate.

The two were busy for a while that year.

Just when everyone thought that the number one in the world that year was going to change hands.

Qinghui once again used his fierce style to convince everyone sincerely.

A few years later, the two retired, and Xiao Er began to take over the business of the Xiao family, by the way, he was a nominal coach in SYJ, and Qinghui was the head coach of SYJ, and he abused several newcomers of SYJ when he had nothing to do.

After that, the national and global competitions were basically won by SYJ.

Everyone is still a little puzzled, SYJ's strongest generation has passed, why is SYJ still so strong now? Is there any inheritance?

And in the end, SYJ's current captain came out to explain.

It means that if you are hit again and again during training, press it on the ground and rub it back and forth.

It's trivial against the other teams, after all, they are the teams that have been tempered by Qinghui's madness.

Compared to Qinghui's sense of oppression, these people are all something, and they don't pay attention to it at all.

Then on the field, he learned Qinghui's madness ten out of ten.

Finally, I don't know how many years I've been in this plane.

The two were fighting, and finally one morning, Xiao Er got up and took Qinghui's hand and touched Qinghui's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Qinghui's ears sounded the voice of a light coffee.

'Lord Mingyue's Divine Soul Fragment has returned, and it is about to enter the next face. ’

***

Wait until Qinghui opens his eyes again.

The surrounding scene has changed.

A fierce wind struck her, heading straight for the vital point, with sharp movements and a strong killing intent.

Qinghui did not hesitate at all and fought back directly.

Threw the man out of the way.

There was a loud bang, and the figure rolled twice, and fell to the ground and coughed violently.

There was a gasp around him.

"Good!" A calm voice rang out, with a few unhurried applause.

Qinghui was too lazy to care who was speaking, he always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down, he found that his hands and feet seemed to have become smaller, and he looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Dressed in a black power suit, it is neat and neat, and this body seems to be very strong.

Qinghui raised his eyes and looked around.

There were quite a few people standing around in black dressed in the same costume as themselves.

In the middle are a few gorgeously dressed people, led by two people.

One of them, who looked to be in his thirties and forties, with a calm and fierce aura, raised his hand to caress his palm, and it was evident that he had just spoken.

And the young man in brocade next to him, his eyes were heavy, with a little gloomy atmosphere, and he looked about the same age as her, fourteen or fifteen years old.

He wore a silver dragon-shaped crown on his head, his red lips pursed slightly, and his curled eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding his beautiful eyes.

A young boy who looks extremely exquisite.

There is the breath of the bright moon on his body.

Then he quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Qinghui.

Those black eyes seem innocent and weak, but with indescribable gloom and scheming, but the attitude towards her is obviously not good.

Qinghui raised his eyebrows.

I heard the voice of the shallow coffee.

"Lord Qinghui, this time the situation is a little urgent, so I will directly send you the plane information. ’

Countless images poured in.

Qinghui turned his head sideways and replied.

It seems that in this plane, it is still quite easy to fight?