Chapter 630 (1/2)
Hearing the speech, all the onlookers were trembling in their hearts!
What a proud voice!
Should the people at the foot of the mountain kneel down to apologize?
Don't he know that the Shanxia people are in the ascendant and have the top voice in Fusang martial arts.
Moreover, it is one of the candidates for the next Council of the World Wushu Association!
To make the Yamashita people apologize is to let Fusang martial arts circles apologize.
How could that be possible?
How arrogant!
Yan Zhenglong is also frightened by Chen Ping's tone and tone of voice. He can't help nodding and praising Chen Ping in his heart.
It's bold and courageous!
If he can, he wants to take Chen Ping as his apprentice!
If Chen Ping knew this idea, he would roll his eyes.
Even Zhou Changping personally presented Qigong to the Zhou family, but Chen Ping didn't ask for it.
Can Yan Zhenglong's position in the field of Chinese martial arts compare with that of Zhou Changping?
Of course, these are afterwords.
Now, the situation is so grim.
At the foot of the mountain, his eyes were full of anger and cold, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He pointed to Chen Ping and said, ”Damn it! You impudent and arrogant fellow, I will defeat you with my own hands, and then break your limbs, let you see with your own eyes, I will crush the martial arts you are proud of
After he had finished this sentence, a group of Fusang warriors behind him all raised their arms and cried, ”yes! We Fusang are the orthodox martial arts. The so-called national skills are rubbish and deceptive
”Don't you apologize to us! Otherwise, we Fusang warriors will step down your Longmen guild hall in person
”I'm sorry to you! Especially you arrogant guy, you must have a caesarean section to apologize! ”
Suddenly, the opposite Fusang samurai, the crowd angry.
Naturally, Longmen guild hall is no exception. More and more disciples of Longmen guild hall rush out.
It seems that two forces have formed, competing against each other!
The situation is imminent!
Duan Ru stood in the crowd, his eyes shining, his fist clenched, looking at the background of Chen Ping.
At this moment, Chen Ping is the idol of Duan Ru!
He wants to be like Chen Ping, with the strength of one person, boldly facing thousands of troops!
”Sorry! Damn it, Tengzhong must apologize! ”
”You Fusang warriors, get out of our territory!”
”Our national skills are orthodox. Your martial arts in Fusang are passed down by our ancestors.”
The two sides, fierce quarrel, who will not let who!
A situation in which the sword is at war.
Yan Zhenglong stood on Chen Ping's side and asked anxiously, ”don't you worry that this will cause unnecessary trouble?”
Chen Ping chuckled indifferently and said, ”what's the trouble? This is Yan Zhenglong's Longmen guild hall. It's also our situation. Can a small Fusang martial arts group make waves? Since some people try their best to make a big noise, we might as well light the dynamite barrel ourselves. ”
Yan Zhenglong hears the speech and looks at Chen Ping carefully.
This son is not an ordinary person. He is resourceful.
Can he see through the plot behind it.
Great!
”Yan doesn't know his name yet.” Yan Zhenglong said.
”His name is Chen Ping. My grandfather brought him here.” Zhou lingxuan, who would come out, said discontented.