Beauty's Supreme Expert

0When Nalan Xiaoyu saw Lin Fann grab his wrist, he was once again confused.    0

    

Other than circulating and gradually practicing martial arts, how could he take shortcuts in martial arts?    

    

Even if there was a shortcut, it should be some miracle medicine, not something like Lin Fann's current state.    

    

Hold his wrist and close your eyes. What kind of help is this?    

    

Just as Nalan Xiaoyu was confused, Lin Fann pressed his finger down forcefully.    

    

A surge of Zhen Qi spread out and directly opened up Nalan Xiaoyu's blocked meridian.    

    

"Alright, Xiaoyu, you've turned positive now."    

    

Looking at the stunned Nalan Xiaoyu, Lin Fann clapped his hands: "A prospective fighter has become a fighter, congratulations".    

    

My strength, my strength.    

    

Looking at his palm in disbelief, Nalan Xiaoyu shouted while shaking his head, "Oh my god …" Oh my god … "I've stepped over that threshold …"    

    

He had been troubled for a long time. It had been about five years.    

    

In these five years, he did not know how many methods he had searched for, but none of them had made the slightest bit of progress.    

    

However, with Lin Fann's help, he had actually crossed that hurdle and officially advanced to a martial artist.    

    

"Mr. Lin, thank you. Thank you so much."    

    

Nalan Xiaoyu bent his waist at ninety degrees and bowed deeply towards Lin Fann, "You are my benefactor. Thank you, Mr. Lin."    

    

If Mr. Lin was reluctant to say it at the beginning, then Mr. Lin, who said it now, could be very respectful.    

    

Expert, this was definitely an expert.    

    

"You are Brother Nalan's son. Treat this as a greeting gift from me."    

    

Carrying both of his hands behind his back, Lin Fann signalled to his beer belly that was about to run away: "The management of Noble FuturArc is not working, you have to properly manage Xiaoyu."    

    

"Mr. Lin, don't worry. I will manage it well."    

    

Nalan Xiaoyu looked at his beer belly coldly and snorted: "Arrest him, bring all the people involved to the police station to deal with it."    

    

Nalan Xiaoyu more or less knew about the shady business of Noble FuturArc.    

    

It was only because he was busy with his work and training that he neglected this aspect of management.    

    

Now that his strength had risen, he had solved his problem, and he had to capture these management problems.    

    

The beer belly that had finally managed to reach the door was immediately grabbed by the bodyguard.    

    

After hearing what Nalan Xiaoyu had to do, he couldn't muster up any strength to move.    

    

If there were no surprises, then he would be finished for the rest of his life.    

    

"Brother Lin, I will get Xiaoyu to give you a satisfactory answer on this matter."    

    

Seeing that the time was almost up, Nalan Xiong instructed, "Xiaoyu, hurry up and arrange a feast for us. Treat Brother Lin well."    

    

"Brother Nalan, I have to say, the older the better."    

    

Lin Fann looked at Nalan Xiong with a meaningful look and joked, "In the end, I'm still too inexperienced."    

    

"Haha, Brother Lin's words are too formal."    

    

"Thank you, Brother Lin, for saving my life. I need a drink anyway."    

    

"Sure, let's eat and have a drink."    

    

Lin Fann happily accepted Nalan Xiong's obvious goodwill: "Brother Nalan, don't get drunk on me."    

    

Amongst the five great families, he had already offended Wang Family and Xiao Family, so it seemed that his relationship with them was quite good.    

    

Adding Nalan Family to the mix now, it at least guaranteed that his weight would rise.    

    

If Wang Family and Xiao Family were to make a move, he had to first consider whether or not he dared to.