GBP Chapter 170 Yan Xinhe vs Heng Li
Chapter 170 Yan Xinhe vs Heng Li
An Yurong originally thought that her words had some weight and were a threat, but Yan Liuli just smiled and looked down at her: "Isn't that just right? My daughter is naturally better than me, and this is what will revitalize our Liuli Palace. As for you... just listen to her honestly, because you can't leave here anyway."
Yan Liuli was right, they were a family, this was their Liuli Palace, and she was just an abandoned baby that she had picked up from everywhere. Even if she could be named a member of the Yan family in the future, everyone would know that she was always an outsider.
Yan Liuli was undoubtedly bold, she didn't want her daughter to be bound in this cage, so An Yurong became the victim of their deep mother-daughter love. It's ridiculous that when she was young, she thought she had a family, food to eat, clothes to wear, and she could practice martial arts to beat bad guys. Later, she realized that a person is good to you for a purpose, because you are just a weed with no identity and no background, and many people are waiting to take advantage of such a weed.
Seeing that she was still standing there, Yan Liuli waved her hand nonchalantly: "Go down and treat her quickly. You can't even stand up in a while. Why are you fighting with Hengli? You should have some sense now. Don't act like a three-year-old child. Do you need me to teach you this?"
An Yurong rolled her eyes at her and turned away. She knew that this woman had no good words, and she felt upset when she saw her.
Yan Liuli was anxious to drive An Yurong away for no other reason than that she didn't want to miss her daughter's game because of a little girl. Although Yan Xinhe's chance of winning was only 20%, was the venue of her Liuli Palace built in vain? No matter how powerful Heng Li was, he couldn't see through the mystery. Once Yan Xinhe established a connection with the venue, her spiritual power would be endless. How could Heng Li beat a perpetual motion machine? It was a pity that her daughter's talent was not as good as An Yurong, a wild girl, otherwise those skills were all from Yan Xinhe, but it was a pity that she couldn't learn them.
Yan Liuli asked people to clean up the competition venue, and Xuanyin Temple did the same. They used the bald tactics and said that he was the next successor. This was too bad.
She didn't know that the three major sects had their own thoughts about the abdication. She only thought that it would take a long time for Chongyun Sect to change its sect. In fact, Ju Jifeng no longer planned to be the head. And she thought Xuanyin Temple was looking for the next head to train. In fact, the old man Huiyuan had no intention of giving up his position. He was a monk with no children, so there was no reason for him to give up his position to others. Not to mention others, even if he was a godson, he was definitely not as close as his biological son. Why would he give up his position when he had nothing to do?
Yan Xinhe and Heng Li stood on the competition stage. Although Yan Xinhe was wearing a school uniform today, she was obviously different from the others. She was wearing a light green jacket and a light-colored shawl, and holding the guqin in her hands, the instrument she had practiced since she was a child.
Yan Xinhe is not like An Yurong who knows everything and is good at everything. When she was choosing a musical instrument, she chose the guqin at first sight, not for anything else, just because it looks good standing there, like a gentleman from a noble family, or if she wants to look like a lady, this is perfect.
Heng Li didn't bother to care about these things. If she wanted to fight, she could fight. If she didn't want to fight, she could just get out. As the head disciple, he had a lot of things to do. Unlike Yan Xinhe, she didn't have to worry about anything because someone had already taken care of everything for her.
Unexpectedly, Hengli didn't want to chat, but Yan Xinhe still forced him to chat: "Hengli, let's compete with each other today. As the face of Liuli Palace, I can't lose."
"Who wants to compete with you? I am superior and you are inferior." Heng Li rolled his eyes.
"You really like to brag, aren't you afraid that you will lose badly later?" Yan Xinhe was scolded and she should not have talked to Heng Li earlier, it was a waste of time. She controlled her expression and did not show dissatisfaction, but her hands took the lead, placed the zither horizontally on one of her legs, and plucked the strings directly.
Yan Xinhe was beautiful and very concerned about elegance, so she performed even such movements very gracefully. Some people in the audience were already staring at her with their eyes wide open, and their attention was no longer on the fight.
Heng Li was not afraid of such sound waves. He used his stick to send out a stream of spiritual power to block the sound waves. He saw that Yan Xinhe was not flexible, so he used his Qinggong to get in front of Yan Xinhe and chopped the guqin with his stick. Yan Xinhe was as steady as a mountain, not panicking at all. He continued to pluck the guqin faster, but his moves were vicious, slashing at Heng Li's eyes.
Heng Li just tilted his head. This little trick was nothing to him. Even if it was a vicious trick, he had seen it all. But he hated this method. It was obviously hitting the vital part of the person on purpose, pretending to be playing the piano generously, but just missed. However, since Yan Xinhe was so ruthless, he would not save face. He hit Yan Xinhe's chin with a stick, using all his strength, just wanting to break her jaw.
After all, Yan Xinhe had fought with Heng Li before, so she raised her hand to avoid the attack. The distance was just enough for her to use her skills. She pointed her finger at Heng Li's chest and chanted a spell.
Yan Xinhe herself had little strength, so this move was a powerful move. As soon as she swiped her finger, Heng Li felt as if he was hit by a big rock. He felt suffocated in his chest, and no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He was knocked away by this powerful force. Yan Xinhe seized the opportunity to play a song. In an instant, many attacks were directed at Heng Li. Heng Li was unable to dodge in the air and took several of them.
Heng Li fell to the ground hard, because it was hard to breathe, his movements were very difficult. Yan Xinhe liked to practice this kind of martial arts that seemed effortless and beautiful, Heng Li looked down on it and rolled his eyes at Yan Xinhe.
Yan Xinhe smiled slightly, and that smile did not seem to be sarcastic, but simply proud of herself. Many people watching the game could not help but admire her confidence and composure, and called her a female role model.
It was probably because Heng Li couldn't hear, otherwise he would have to learn from Sun Wukong's three fights with the White Bone Demon and let them take a good look at what was under this woman's skin.
Heng Li's face flushed red after this wave of attacks, but he was able to catch his breath and immediately stood up and waved his weapon to block Yan Xinhe's attack. Yan Xinhe remained the same, with a smile on her face, and said to Heng Li: "If you are tired, you don't have to insist so much."
"Are you crazy?" Heng Li didn't understand this woman at all. Could she win the fight by just saying a few words? This made him extremely irritated. He raised his stick and made a flower of sticks, and flew behind Yan Xinhe to try to attack. Yan Xinhe's zither could not only attack forward, but also in all directions. Heng Li saw an attack coming from nowhere and connecting with his weapon.