The Supreme Abandoned Daughter of the Mad Doctor

Chapter 162 Who is more blood star, the enemy is in trouble (6)
The iron brackets on the side of the chair were deformed by the smashing, one can imagine how hard it was.

The person who just sat on the destroyed seat patted his chest and sighed secretly that he was lucky.

Maitreya Buddha, on the other hand, fell directly and passed out, unconscious.

After killing Maitreya Buddha and coming into contact with Yu Ge's crisis, Hua Weirong didn't even look at Yu Ge, and just tapped his toes and jumped out of the ring.

On the ring, Yu Jiao's fist had already smashed Hong Shan's throat.

Hong Shan, die!

It all happened so fast.

No one could stop it at all.

When the security and the referee suddenly thought of stopping it, the matter was over.

In the arena, it has returned to calm!

The referee looked at Yu Jiao, as if he was looking at a monster.

In the end, the referee gritted his teeth and announced, "In this match, Yu Huo won. He became the second contestant to enter the finals! Three days later, this year's boxing championship finals will be staged on time. Who will be the final winner is absolutely wonderful, Please don't miss it!"

The host's voice seemed weak.

At this time, Hua Weirong, Jing Rong and Shi Er had already left.

When they were about to go out from here, they were stopped outside the elevator.

"Several, our boss invites you."

The attitude of the visitor was very respectful, but more than a dozen bodyguards in black with guns were standing outside. This attitude was not so much respectful as arrogant!
Hua Weirong gave the man a cold look, "Lead the way."

Ge Yu's game number must have been tampered with, but she wants to see how capable the people behind the scenes are.

Jing Rong secretly squeezed Hua Weirong's palm.

The background of this boxing ring is not shallow.

The person who came to invite Hua Weirong at this moment, I don't know if it is the manager of the boxing ring, or the real boss behind the scenes.

If it was the real behind-the-scenes boss, things would be difficult to deal with.

At critical moments, he doesn't mind revealing his identity!
Hua Weirong and the three followed the visitor and took another elevator.

This time the elevator was going up, not down.

Soon, the elevator came to the top floor.

The top floor was completely opened up, and more than half of it was private space.

All are decorated with solid wood, dark red wooden floor, red sandalwood desk, red sandalwood bookshelf, rosewood armchair, golden nanmu tea table, torreya wood chessboard...

There are many famous paintings hanging on the walls around.

Of course, Hua Weirong's appreciation of calligraphy and painting can only be regarded as mediocre. In her life, only cultivation is the first priority. She doesn't have enough time to practice all day long. How can she have time for such time-wasting things? ?

However, her handwriting can still be read. After all, when she couldn't make her own jade slips to record something, she could only use pen and paper to record.

Although I don't know how to appreciate those calligraphy and paintings, but I think the red sandalwood and golden nanmu here are real, and there is no need to make some fake ones for these paintings, they don't match well.

Overall, everything here is worth the money.

Jing Rong's eyesight is much better than Hua Weirong's, especially when it comes to appreciating these antique calligraphy and paintings.

He could tell at a glance that the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were all collected national treasures, and the antique ornaments on the bookshelves were all treasures!

"Please sit down."

At this moment, a man in his 40s wearing a silk Tang suit came out from the inner room.

He came over in person, fetched the tea leaves, and boiled water to make tea.

The movements are smooth and flowing, and soon the fragrance of tea will overflow.

Excellent tea.

Jing Rong admired secretly.

But Hua Weirong didn't say anything, for her, other than spiritual tea, she wouldn't find it very tasty.

"Please."

The middle-aged man poured the tea and motioned for Jing Rong and Hua Weirong to taste it.

Jing Rong picked up the teacup, smelled the aroma of the tea, and took another sip slowly, allowing the tea soup to swirl in his mouth, releasing all the flavors.

Hua Weirong directly picked up the tea and poured it down his throat.

The man's face changed slightly. You know, the temperature of the tea is not low.

The man smiled, and poured another cup of tea for Hua Weirong.

"If you just invite us to drink tea, the tea has already been drunk." Hua Weirong said lightly.

The man smiled, "How does it taste?"

"not so good."

The smile on the man's face remained unchanged, and he just nodded casually.

"Since you two are in a hurry, I'll make a long story short. Let me introduce first, my surname is Du, my first name is Ru Hui, and my name is Yi Zhi."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Rong's face changed slightly, "It turned out to be Mr. Du."

Hua Weirong doesn't know who this person is, but the name is familiar.

"Together, Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling helped Li Shimin plan the Xuanwu Gate Change. After Li Shimin came to power, the two were entrusted with the left and right prime ministers. Du Ruhui, styled Keming, was smart and good at strategy since childhood."

Hua Weirong said lightly.

This is an important figure in history. Of course, she is completely unfamiliar with the history of this world. It's just that she was too serious about painting micro-figures in the past, and remember the small characters in the corners of textbooks...

Du Ruhui clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Exactly. This is also the hope my parents placed on me."

Hua Weirong didn't say anything more, quietly waiting for Du Ruhui to reveal his purpose.

Du Ruhui paused for a moment, then poured more tea into Jing Rong and Hua Weirong's teacups, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"This lady is the sect master of Wujiquan, right? That is located in Jiao, is your apprentice?"

Up to now, Hua Weirong has no intention of continuing to hide any more, and nodded directly, "Yes."

Du Ruhui nodded, "Does the sect master know the background of the great monk you threw out in the arena?"

"You don't have to know."

Du Ruhui shook his head again and again, "No. The master of the sect should have been living in seclusion all the time, and he doesn't know the current structure of martial arts sects in China. The Shaolin family is the only one with unprecedented influence. Other families, unless it is a last resort, will I don’t want to be an enemy of Shaolin. Of course, Shaolin is also divided into two parts. One part is open to the outside world, such as Songshan Shaolin Temple, which publicizes Shaolin and absorbs various aids to maintain Shaolin’s survival. The other part is the core of Shaolin. It can be called Shaoshi Mountain. These are the essence of Shaolin, they live in seclusion and devote themselves to martial arts."

"So?" Hua Weirong still had a calm expression on his face.

Du Ruhui smiled, "The great monk who was thrown out by the sect master is from Shaoshi Mountain, and Hong Shan is his direct disciple. At the same time, Hong Shan is also one of the three most outstanding disciples of Shaolin contemporary. The three masters of Shaolin. Of course, Hong Shan is the weakest of the three masters, but he is also the youngest and has great potential!"

(End of this chapter)