The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: 243 Kicked the Iron Plate! The True Face of Ying Yuexuan【1 More】

Her movements were unhurried and leisurely,

as if she were about to go out for a run.

The girl’s action caused the five ancient martial artists who had burst in to pause in astonishment, unable to understand what she was about to do.

Ancient martial artists rarely appear in the public eye, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

They tend to handle things efficiently and cleanly, leaving no trace behind.

Moreover, ancient martial artists, because they cultivate inner strength within their bodies, are adept at concealing their presence.

It’s entirely possible that an old man selling meat at the market might be an ancient martial artist with profound inner strength—such things have happened before.

The five intruders were followers sent by Meng Jingyu.

Within the Ancient Martial World, they could only be considered the lowest tier.

But even so, not to mention ordinary people, even international-level boxers wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

Inner strength can strike objects through the air.

After Ying Zijin bought this apartment, she chose the sturdiest security door on the market.

Even bullets couldn’t penetrate it.

But the ancient martial artists only had to kick it a few times with their inner strength and it fell.

After Ying Zijin finished tying her hair, she glanced at the security door that now resembled a corpse and nodded, “This door, fifty thousand.”

The four words caused the five ancient martial artists to laugh, shaking their heads repeatedly.

They had thought this young girl had some impressive background to be so composed before them.

It seemed she was just a fearless rookie who didn’t know any better.

At this point, she was still thinking about money.

No wonder she came from a small county town.

“Young girl, no more talk,” one of the ancient martial artists took a step forward, his gaze indifferent, full of arrogance, “Hand over that tulip, and we won’t have to get rough.”

They had been staking out this place for several days, finally seizing an opportunity.

But they clearly remembered Meng Jingyu’s instructions: act only if they were certain that Fu Yunshen had left.

The five ancient martial artists thought Fu Yunshen was just a weak noble son, not worth their concern.

Still, Meng Jingyu’s repeated warnings made them obey his command.

A seventeen-year-old girl, wouldn’t she start crying and present the Snow Ganoderma to them on her own after being scared?

Outside the Ancient Martial World, they could have whatever they wanted from these ordinary people.

Fists were their capital.

“Tulip?” Ying Zijin looked up, her voice flat, “Not Snow Ganoderma?”

Her remark caused a change in the expressions of the five ancient martial artists.

“So you know,” the leading ancient martial artist narrowed his eyes slightly, “could it be, have you studied Ancient Medicine?”

This Snow Ganoderma was not the common medicinal herb of the same name.

Therefore, it was impossible for both Western and Chinese medicine practitioners to know about it.

Ying Zijin didn’t answer his question; she merely nodded slightly, “I hope you have fifty thousand on you.”

The face of the leading ancient martial artist darkened, “Foolish girl!”

He didn’t want to waste words with her and advanced directly.

Without any superfluous movement, he simply raised his hand and chopped down toward the girl’s shoulder and neck.

This strike, carrying inner strength and aimed at the clavicle, would not kill, but leaving someone permanently disabled would be effortless.

However, what he did not expect was that as his palm chopped down, the girl indeed did not move an inch.

Before he could react, suddenly—

“Bang!”

A powerful surge of inner strength erupted from the spot where he had struck.

It actually knocked him back.

The next second, Ying Zijin took a step forward, grabbed his collar with one hand, and slowly lifted him up…

Using only her left hand.

With a fierce twist of her wrist, she instantly flipped the man in her hand onto the ground.

At the same time, her inner strength rippled out again, breaking both of his arms.

The remaining four ancient martial artists were stunned.

Ying Zijin didn’t even glance at the person on the ground; she moved forward again.

Ten seconds later.

There were four more people on the ground.

Their legs were unharmed, but their upper bodies were twitching uncontrollably, as if they had fallen into convulsions.

Near the dining table,

Ying Zijin sat down. She took off the hair tie and placed it back on her wrist.

Her soft, long hair spilled over her shoulders, adding an extra touch of docility.

She showed no signs of being the one who had just engaged in combat.

“You… you’re finished…” the swollen-faced leader of the ancient martial artists sputtered incoherently, spitting out blood-stained teeth, “Offending the Meng Family… you’re definitely dead!”

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head.

She seemed to be considering something.

A few seconds later, she spoke.

Her voice was low and carried a strong power of bewitchment.