"You have seen her martial arts. Although she didn’t win the championship this time, in fact, she was a little different from catkin in mentality. I heard that you have practiced a few moves, so is her opponent?"

"Thank you. I have my own way."
Jiang Lanmo suddenly smiled at himself for a while. "Well, I still look down on you. Who are you? Is it warmth, or did you dare to break into the valley of sorrow alone and still hurt people unscathed, and you can’t cope with Qin Keqing? "
"You flatter me too much. I’m just protecting myself."
Jiang Lan didn’t continue this topic, but asked, "Will you come to the Imperial Capital in the future?"
"Huh?"
"Will you come? You have been to the North City Tribe in Huadu, Nancheng, and you have left the Imperial City. Will you come? "
Warm asked, "Do you want me to go?"
Jiang Lan did not hesitate to say "I don’t want"
"What?"
"Every time you go to a place, it won’t be calm. If that’s the case alone, it’s just that. More importantly, many people and things will get out of control or change, so you are terrible."
Warm smiled "is it so serious? Said I like a disaster … "
"No, you’re a femme fatale. I don’t want you to come to the imperial city and stir it up here."
"I don’t have that."
"No, I wouldn’t be surprised if a miracle happened to you. For example, I had expected the tragic scene in Qin Keqing in the afternoon. I tried to persuade her, but she was possessed and wouldn’t listen."
"Where?"
"So I don’t want you to come, very much because I don’t want to have a chance to compete with you."
Warm thought calmly said, "I don’t want to be enemies with you either, because I promised someone to be nice to you, and I would give you a chance if I didn’t touch my bottom line."
Jiang Lan’s heart trembled and forbeared or asked, "Who did you promise?"
"What do you say?"
“……”
Jiang Lan was absent-minded for a long time after hanging up, and didn’t change her indifferent expression until her cell phone rang. "Hey, what else can I do for the Korean owner?"
Handa lingered over there and didn’t know how to say, "Master Jiang, look at this competition. It’s so unexpected that I let the young master down. How can we explain it when we go back?" Men and women didn’t make it into the top three … "
Jiang Lan said with a straight face, "It’s good for the owner of the Korean pavilion to tell the truth, and the young master will make a judgment."
"But I …"
"You don’t worry too much that the young master is ambitious and won’t stare at this square inch, let alone care about temporary gains and losses."
"What do you think of the afternoon exchange match?"
"Meng Guizong is good at martial arts. You may not be his opponent. Just deal with it normally. He knows your background and identity, and he won’t be difficult for the public."
"Thank you, Master Jiang."
"You’re welcome. You and I are both young masters."
"Is …"
"I’m going back to the imperial city immediately. Don’t contact me again."
"Well …"
After Han Da hung up, he felt a little more secure, but Zheng Changgong seemed to be put on fire and dragged Qi Zhong to a back corner when people were not paying attention. He was flustered and asked, "What do you want to promise?"
Qi Zhong looked calm. "What can’t I promise?"
"You, you know he’s not kind enough to send him to the door?"
"That otherwise? We all find reasons not to fight? Are you all blind? Since it’s humiliating not to fight, it’s better to say it generously … "Qi Zhongyin went deep." Sooner or later, there will be this war, and we can’t hide it. "
Zheng Changgong can’t guess what’s left until now. He gnashed his teeth and said, "But it doesn’t have to be at this time. Do you know how many people are watching? If we lose, how can we continue to mix?"
Qi Zhong was calm and said, "Then quit the Jianghu."
"Have you already thought about the back road?"
"I am tired of it."
"Do you think you can walk away?"
"… I can’t decide too much, so I can follow my own mind and leave the result to God. You can do it yourself."
Say that finish this sentence JiZhongLi.
Zheng Changgong stared at his back, and after half-ringing, he dialed a message, "Eldest brother, did you promise anything?"
There was a desolation at that end. "Or what?"
Zheng Changgong choked for a moment before unwilling to ask, "When will you arrive?"
"I’m on my way."
"Where’s Jinger?"