Stunning Goddess of Secret Service: Concubine Pride

Wen Renya raised her eyes to look at him, the smile on her face was indistinct, and her beautiful little face was covered with frost.

"Who are you? Why do you care if I am humble? In martial arts, what is there to be humble? If you don't believe me, you can ask my masters. Is it something to be proud of not having a level? modesty."

"You!" Fang Rong and her were destined to be at odds since they met, and they all stood up when they were provoked.

"Rong'er, sit down." Fang Qingnan snorted coldly. Although Fang Rong was extremely unwilling, he obviously didn't dare to resist his father's words, so he really sat down obediently, but his eyes were full of displeasure, glaring at Wen People elegant.

This dissatisfied guy is annoying to look at. [

"Young City Lord, you don't need to be angry. Ya'er really doesn't have any rank, or it can be said that she has no vitality at all." Ruan Yu said lightly. They all remembered that this little girl had no vitality at all three years ago, but they just fell in love with her .

"No vitality?" Fang Rong looked at Wen Renya in a daze, wondering if he wanted to see the flowers on her face.

Wen Renya turned her face away coldly, and didn't bother to talk to him. She has vitality now, but it is not used in martial arts, but only used in alchemy, because her vitality is lost when Bai Wu is around. Concentrated in the aura, so as long as she doesn't dispatch it, no one can feel and test her vitality.

"How could those who have no vitality accept her as an apprentice, and the mantle of the few will be lost." Fang Rong looked indignant, he could help them pass on the mantle, why did these few people pass it on to this little girl with no vitality!

"Who says it will be lost? I don't have vitality, but my family belongs to the public, and the masters can teach him." Wen Renya has already seen that the young city lord wants to be a teacher, so he dislikes her everywhere, but she I didn't think he was too pleasing to the eye, since she hated seeing each other, she wouldn't be polite to make him feel awkward.

"Nonsense, how could this be different!" Fang Rong almost picked up and strangled her neck, this Martial Saint's mantle can be inherited anywhere and at will.

"What's the difference? What's his is mine. What's more, does this matter have anything to do with this young man who is about to suffocate himself to death? The masters didn't say anything. You seem to be too lenient." Renya didn't care that Lao Tzu was sitting next to him, and was completely rude to him.

Fang Rong gritted his teeth, and looked over her at the martial saints.

"What do you guys mean, is the mantle to be passed on casually like this?" No martial arts practitioner would pass on his most cherished mantle to others at will, and he only asked this question because he was sure of this point.

"We will discuss this matter when we have time, so I don't need to worry about it today." Zhu Zheng said with a serious face against his very simple and honest face.

Fang Qingnan saw that even Zhu Zheng, who was always quiet, had opened his mouth, and knew that his son's question had indeed crossed the line, so he immediately said: "Of course, this is the family affairs of Wu Sheng, Rong'er, don't talk nonsense."

"Father!" Fang Rong was dissatisfied, why he couldn't speak, why anyone could be accepted by the Martial Saint, but he couldn't!

He is not convinced!

"I want to fight you!" Fang Rong pointed at Shen Xiao and declared angrily.