Chapter 113 (1/2)

Deep in the imperial garden of Tsinghua University, in the villa which is second only to the elegant two bedroom villa, Wan Zhibin ate delicious dishes prepared by senior Italian chefs and drank top-grade red wine while listening to Ajie's talk about his trip to Qingzhou.

When ah Jie tells of Meng Ran's beating back more than a dozen bodyguards with his chopsticks, the richest man in Jiangzhou has a goblet in his hand, and a touch of surprise appears on his face.

Wan Zhibin couldn't help asking, ”can you do it?”

Ah Jie shook his head with a wry smile and explained: ”Mr. Wan, Meng Xianshi's hand is no different from turning grass into soldiers and picking leaves to hurt people in the movie. You are not a martial artist, so you don't understand the horror in this. This seemingly simple skill, the beauty of which, most martial artists can't find out for a lifetime.”

Wan Zhibin frowned when he heard the speech. At the banquet on Friday, Wan Zhibin asked Shen Shuchen to inquire about Meng Ran's emptiness and reality. Shen Shuchen gave a clear answer. Meng Ran's cultivation could not reach the level of master Wudao.

The identity of Shen Shuchen can not be clearer than Wan Zhibin. In addition to the identity of the first-line star, Shen Shuchen is still the only close disciple of the martial arts master in Jiangzhou, who is the former president of the Zhonghuang martial arts academy, which is famous in Jiangbei.

Wu Dao Lingyun, Gu Changfeng!

Wan Zhibin has seen this famous martial arts master in a province more than once, and he is frightened every time.

As the city's richest man, Wan Zhibin has been used to the big scenes. It can be said that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change his color. Even when he met his great supporter, the helmsman of imperial entertainment, Ms. muyuan, the pressure on WAN Zhibin was far less than that of the immortal martial arts master.

Wan Zhibin still remembers that a few years ago, Gu Changfeng held his 60th birthday at the Zhonghuang military academy. Most of the rich and powerful businessmen and celebrities and political figures from the north of the Yangtze River were present. However, the master of martial arts was an independent platform with white eyebrows and white whiskers. He was proud of all the heroes.

That unique style is really admirable.

That's why Wan Zhibin, a man of all means, believes so much in Shen Shuchen's words, because behind him is Gu Changfeng, a martial arts expert!

It's Gu Changfeng, the emperor's entertainer!

”Wait, what are you calling that boy for? Immortal master? Master Meng Xian? ” Wan Zhibin holds a goblet in his hand, and looks at himself suspiciously at this capable general.

Wan Zhibin vaguely felt that ah Jie's return this time seemed to be different. Especially when it comes to Meng ran, the admiration and fanaticism in his words are too obvious.

His bodyguard only reveres the strong, which Wan Zhibin can't be more clear.

On Wednesday night, Meng ran beat ah Jie with a fist, which impressed and admired him. Wan Zhibin also understood this point. But wan Zhibin always felt that ah Jie's admiration for Meng ran was even higher than Gu Changfeng!