Chapter 648 (1/2)
The world is shocked!
National art, seven masters, today, Qi Zhi!
Doomed to be recorded in history, doomed to set off a storm all over the world!
On the spot, all the aristocratic families and forces all took a breath of cool air at the moment!
Even more external forces have communicated with each other urgently to contact the martial arts families and forces behind them!
Seven masters, that bright name, that symbolizes the glorious era of Chinese art!
Show up in front of the public again!
In particular, the voice of ”challenging the masses of Fusang” shocked the audience!
Enlightening!
This is the inside information of Chinese traditional art, which is the pride and backbone of Chinese art!
In an instant, the situation suddenly changed!
At the moment, their faces gradually darkened.
Seven masters, that is absolutely indestructible power!
Even if all the thirteen Fusang generals were present, only one would end up being crushed and killed!
Everyone held their breath and waited for the next situation.
In addition, Zhou Changping, a total of seven leading figures, stood side by side. His eyes were filled with surging war spirit, and he looked at the cabinet storehouse at the foot of the mountain.
”Fusang group's activities have become more and more frequent recently. They dare to cross the border. Did you forget the agreement made 15 years ago?”
One of them was a tall, thin, hairy old man, with a wisp of white beard and a long black shirt, standing with his hands on his back, his eyes bursting with fine hair.
Fu daoren, the leader of taijimen, is a real Wudang man.
At the moment, his face was gloomy, and he felt the pressure of force!
Facing the encirclement of the seven great masters, the pavilion warehouse under the mountain can't resist it!
”The seven great masters are here together. It's really a great prestige. I'm really honored to be in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain!”
Under the mountain, Ge Cang clenched his teeth and said in a deep voice.
At this time, we must not shrink back easily.
He didn't believe it. Seven people in the opposite side dare to fight!
Even if they do, the seven of them can fight to death!
Therefore, the two sides will certainly not make an easy move.
It's a game.
But obviously, the scale has begun to tilt.
”Ha ha, the people at the foot of the mountain who are small Fusang dare to come to our territory to make trouble. They really don't pay attention to our old bones. Or, today, I'll have a big fight with you? ”
Another chubby middle-aged man, about 40 or 50 years old, has a round face, glasses and a monkey on his shoulder.
Pan Maodian, the leader of Huashan sword clan, is a unique sword in the world!
At the foot of the mountain, the storehouse's face suddenly changed. He turned to look at Zhou Changping and said in a deep voice, ”Mr. Zhou, do you really want to fight?”
With a faint smile, Zhou Changping stepped forward and said, ”you can fight but you can't fight. It depends on the meaning of the owner of the Ge Cang.”
The pavilion at the foot of the mountain was covered with cold and overcast. After a large exchange with the other six, he directly said to Zhou Changping, ”today's matter is that we have crossed the border. However, my son died miserably in your territory. We must give an account to the downhill people and Fusang martial arts circles.”
Zhou Changping definitely won't hand them over. As soon as he wanted to open his mouth, Chen Ping stood up and said with a faint smile: ”yes, six days later, in the arena, life and death will be different.”
At the foot of the mountain, the pavilion storehouse heard the words, and a trace of coldness flashed from the corner of his eyes. He added: ”a leading figure, don't make a move!”
”Of course, the same is true of Fusang.” Chen Ping indifferent smile way.
One word is settled!
”I will let Tengzhong, with your blood, comfort the spirit of my second son in heaven!” he said
”Anytime.” Chen Ping said indifferently.