"I don't want your protection."

"I also want to master the power, and I also want to protect the people I want to protect." An Qi said stubbornly.

"You...you are so angry with me. I think you were obsessed with that bastard. I really don't know, what did Yan Xia'er say to you? It actually made your temperament change drastically."

"However, if you only want to help Ye Fan after learning martial arts, I advise you to give up early."

"That guy is dead."

"Yan Xia has officially announced his death."

"Think about it yourself."

Mike Jones was very angry at his sister. After snorting a few words in a deep voice, he turned and left.

Only An Qi was left behind, with red eyes and tears in her eyes, roaring.

"You are talking nonsense, my brother Xiaofan is not dead~"

"He will not die. He was rescued. He is not dead."

"When I learn martial arts well, I will go find him..."

Everyone should have something in their heart that they stick to and persist in.

Just like Ye Fan, his obsession stems from the humiliation he suffered more than ten years ago.

He practiced martial arts just to protect his mother so that they would no longer be bullied by others.

Just like An Qi now, her obsession comes from the battle deep in the rainforest.

She doesn't want to be useless.

She didn't want to see her relatives and friends in danger, but she could do nothing but cry.

She hated that feeling of powerlessness.

I hate that I can't do anything in the face of danger.

I hate that I am just a burden to others.

She also wants to prove herself, she also wants to realize her own value and get the attention of the world.

After Mike Jones left, he didn't care about his sister anymore. He knew his sister's temperament and she would not look back until she was badly injured.

"That's all, let me see how long she can last?"

"The pain of martial arts is not something that just anyone can bear."

Mike Jones looked back at his sister who was still practicing her basic skills, shook her head and sighed, and then returned to the hall.

"Qitian, I'm sorry."

"My sister is feeling a little unwell, so it's not convenient for me to come and talk to you today."

"In a few days, I will take her to visit her in person."

Mike Jones found an excuse to get this matter over with.

An Qi is now devoted to practicing martial arts, and she rarely even sees his brother, let alone coming over to talk to an outsider.

Therefore, Mike Jones could only deal with the matter first.

"Oh well."

Chu Qitian didn't insist. Anyway, the days are long and there will be plenty of time to meet him in the future.

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Trumen Mountain, the palace of the sect master.

This is the place where Tang Yun, the leader of the Chumen clan, rests.

The room is large, and the furnishings are not extravagant or luxurious, but are extremely elegant.

In particular, the flowers, calligraphy and paintings that decorate it add a bit of fun to life to this palace that is full of luxury and majesty.

At this time, Tang Yun was still in the room, sitting cross-legged on the bed, quietly adjusting her breathing.

Looking from a distance, that beautiful and graceful face looks a little pale and tired.

After yesterday's battle, Tang Yun had already rested for the night.

It stands to reason that in a battle of the level yesterday, with Tang Yun's cultivation and ability, she should be able to recover quickly.

But the strange thing is that even after adjusting her breath overnight, Tang Yun still felt a little tired.

This was not the first time. Ever since returning from the trip to the rainforest, Tang Yun felt that her body was getting worse day by day.

You become easily tired, drowsy, and weak, and your overall mental state becomes a little sensitive, and even your appetite is not as good as before.
Chapter completed!