In ten years, Yang Tianxin was promoted from a small clerk to the director of the office, but the famous genius was reduced to the mundane and lived a life like a salted fish.

She is also in her thirties now, and she has never had a partner, and she is not in a hurry. Those who had been interested in her, one after another, were defeated in her indifferent eyes that could be called the eight winds, and the name of "Iron Heart Girl" spread louder and louder, she didn't care at all, and worked meticulously to practice.

Jiang Congcong followed Sister Juan's suggestion and submitted the application document to Yang Tianxin.

The latter was extremely calm, and did not have a handful of snot and tears as Jiang Congcong imagined.

"I'll take care of it!" Yang Tianxin said.

Jiang Congcong pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end, he stopped in the sharp eyes of the iron-hearted girl, so he could only retreat and leave.

Yang Tianxin watched the girl exit the office, and then picked up the application document and read it carefully from beginning to end.

"Bastard thing, you still know to come back?" she muttered.

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At this time, Zhao Qianjia and others were waiting in the branch.

Originally, according to Zhao Qianjia's intentions, he directly handed over the document to Minister Yao and asked him to sign it, and the matter was almost done. Ye Guhong shook his head, the indicators of their five god pearls have not yet started, Minister Yao is not so easy to speak, and they are all good if they are embarrassed for the sake of the Wudang Viewer.

Zhao Qianjia thought about it, the old fox was very likely to take the opportunity to blame them for not doing their job, and when the time came, they would be trained for a small matter, in case they didn't approve Yuan Qing's matter because of this, and they were busy for most of the night yesterday.

Yuan Qing is the protagonist, but he doesn't have a trace of apprehension, he has experienced a lot, in fact, many things don't matter, it's a big deal to abolish his cultivation again and live a mortal life.

He suddenly thought of a question, looked around, and found that Ye Guhong and the others were both cultivating with their eyes closed, so he took the opportunity to quietly ask Zhao Qianjia: "If the application is approved, I will serve in the mountain and sea realm for ten years, how can I do things for you?"

Zhao Qianjia was slightly stunned, smiled mysteriously, and said, "No conflict, don't worry, you will have to worry about it then." ”

Yuan Qinghu was suspicious, he felt that this guy probably didn't have a score, because it didn't look like it, but Zhao Qianjia didn't explain much, and he asked in vain.

"Yuan Qing!" a cold voice sounded, drawing everyone's attention to it.

It was a woman with a ponytail, with a delicate and heroic appearance, without a bit of feminine softness and coquettishness.

She is wearing high heels and stepping on the floor, making a thumping sound that gives a strong feeling.

A trace of trance flashed in Yuan Qing's eyes...

The woman glanced at a few people, and finally stopped her gaze on Yuan Qing, and said, "We have received your application documents, and on behalf of the Ningcheng Branch Cultivator Management Office, I will conduct an assessment on your joining the alliance, follow me!"

She walked away without any mud and water.

Yuan Qing was still stunned, and Ma Changtian next to him couldn't look at it, so he hurriedly stabbed him with his hand and signaled to follow quickly.

Zhao Qianjia thoughtfully, and also went over with him, pulling Ye Guhong behind on the way, and inquired a little.

Ye Guhong shrunk his neck and whispered something to him about the iron-hearted woman, in his cognition, this workaholic is a model of selflessness, as for those so-called "heart-wrenching", forgive him for a single-minded cultivation of elm pimples, never cared, let alone know a little bit?

Zhao Qianjia naturally didn't know it, this female cultivator knew at a glance that it was not easy to mess with, he only thought that this time he was going to follow the rules.

Zhao Qianjia couldn't help but think of Yun Qianli, of course, and the violent beating, and frowned at the moment, Yuan Qing's assessment this time, wouldn't it be that routine?

The nun with the ponytail led them to the martial arts arena, took out the application document out of nowhere, wrote and drew on it with a pen, and then stood in the center, closing her eyes and moving.

The three of Zhao Qianjia stopped, and Yuan Qing stepped forward alone, this is the default rule.

The ghost of the brocade appeared quietly, eerie, making people a little uncomfortable, it was still a high-crowned costume, facing the field, standing quietly.

Why is this guy here? Zhao Qianjia had a question in his heart.

At this time, the two of them had already begun to confront each other, Yuan Qing's face was complicated, and the female cultivator had a cold face, and the two were very different.

These two men must have a story! Everyone is aware of this now.

"Let's start!" Yang Tianxin spoke, his tone indifferent.

Yuan Qing sighed lightly, nodded, didn't think about it anymore, and let the feeling of being away for ten years suddenly open up.

The breeze gradually rose and blew on the people. The female cultivator's face was expressionless, and with a finger of her hand, pieces of petals flew out, making a sound of breaking through the air, and swept towards Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing didn't dodge or dodge, but opened his arms, letting his mood that had been sealed for ten years fly, letting the breeze gradually turn into a breeze.

What kind of breeze is this? Everyone outside the venue was moved, and there was a strong sense of thought in it, which made people unconsciously infect it.

The blade-like petals, although powerful, seemed to be touched by the breeze, and they fell one after another, and a rain of petals fell, which was beautiful.

The nun still didn't fluctuate, she stepped lightly, and her high heels made a "thump" on the ground.

The petals that fell on the ground, as if receiving an order, rose into the sky one after another.

In the 100-meter-diameter martial arts arena, pieces of petals fall and rush up, forming a reincarnation, as if it is a world of petals, in which endless flowers are disillusioned.

The picture is beautiful, but there is a hidden murderous intention.

Yuan Qing floated and then retreated, and the mana that had just recovered quietly surged, not letting those petals come to him.

But that didn't work, and as soon as he moved, the rain of petals followed suit, keeping him at the center of the petal world.

The female cultivator pinched the seal with both hands and gently pushed it out, and the powerful mana fluctuations suddenly surged, and those fluttering petals quickly closed together, becoming a tide of flowers.

The tide of flowers was surging, like the waves formed by a tsunami, submerging Yuan Qing.

The fragrance of flowers hits, making people intoxicated, and the spirit and mood contained in the breeze are so disturbed.

Ye Guhong and Ma Changtian looked serious outside the court, such moves are more difficult than the so-called virtual reality.

Yuan Qing was almost suffocated in the flower tide, his current combat power was much worse than Yang Tianxin, after all, it had been abandoned for ten years.

This flower tide is soft and rigid, the petals draw a mysterious trajectory, and there is a taste of Qimen Dunjia, which is difficult to break.

He closed his eyes and secretly urged the spell to move.

Strong emotions are brewing, and there is a pride in Yuan Qing's chest, the arrogance of geniuses and strong people, they have been sealed for ten years, and they have not really disappeared.

What he wants to break is not this flower tide, but Yang Tianxin!

Stretched out his hand and picked off a petal, his finger was cut, and the blood that flowed out soaked on it, Yuan Qing pinched the petal and sent it to his mouth.

The smell of blood and flowers is no less than the flavors of the world, and it is mixed in his heart.

She is at ease with flowers, but she is not at ease with people.

Why is it? Yuan Qing sighed, stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, and then gently slashed it in front of him.

The tide of flowers is still surging, but the people who are suppressed inside have already escaped, and Yuan Qing's slightly embarrassed figure is so conspicuous.

"Well done!" shouted Ma Changtian from the sidelines.

Yang Tianxin frowned, how did he do it, why didn't he feel anything?

She didn't have time to think about it, and as soon as her mind moved, the flower tide slowly expanded, and she was about to engulf Yuan Qing again.

"It's over!" the familiar male voice rang out, gasping slightly.

Yang Tianxin's body trembled, and he looked behind him, Yuan Qing was there, the blood stains on his fingertips were eye-catching, and he was a little embarrassed.

How so?

"It's really over!Enough is enough!" Yuan Qing said seriously.