"What!??"
Wen Yue was so frightened that he took three big steps back and stared at Ning Chen as if he had seen a ghost.
Recent news that has been circulating in the ancient martial arts circle.
The four great masters in the south of the Yangtze River joined forces to arrest the black martial arts master "Wu Chuanzhi". When they were about to succeed, they were rescued by another black martial arts master.
Is this master Ning Chen? ?
Even if the news came from the mouth of the president of the Qingzhou Martial Arts Association, Wen Yue couldn't believe it.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Of course Ning Chen would not admit it.
After all, the Ancient Martial Arts Association is the top force in China. Once entangled, he can only destroy it with tears.
That would be very troublesome and the losses would be huge.
"I expected you to say that."
Zheng Wenlong stared at Ning Chen and said, "Did you injure Teng Tieshan of the Ye family?"
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Ning Chen said nothing.
But Wen Yue was already frightened and stuttered, "Teng...Teng Tieshan, Grandmaster Teng!"
"Ning Chen, it's useless if you don't admit it."
Zheng Wenlong narrowed his eyes, "When you attacked Teng Tieshan, there was a witness nearby. You can't rely on this."
Ning Chen's expression was calm, "So?"
Zheng Wenlong continued, "I know all the masters in Jiangnan Province. Ning Chen, I'm curious about where you came from? There seems to be no other explanation other than the black martial arts world."
Ning Chen laughed and said, "So, as long as they are not registered martial artists in your martial arts association, they are all black martial arts people? Are they all guilty?"
"Xia uses force to break the law!"
Zheng Wenlong said forcefully: "Martial artists have unimaginable power. They must be registered and controlled. This is the law of martial arts!"
"Anyone who challenges the martial law will pay the price!"
"Ning Chen, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Hand over Wu Chuanzhi and the medicinal materials, otherwise I won't be the only one who comes next time."
Just as he was talking, seeing Ning Chen's body move, he quickly lowered his focus and said as if facing a formidable enemy: "Don't even think about running away, we will find you even if you are at the end of the world!"
"Who said I was going to run away?"
Ning Chen sat on the sofa with a leisurely expression, "President Zheng, do you really think that your martial arts association is invincible?"
"Actually, in my eyes, this bullshit association of yours is not worth mentioning at all."
Plop!
Ning Chen's words did not scare Zheng Wenlong, but instead frightened Wen Yue!
Calling the Qingzhou Wushu Association bullshit in front of the president of the Qingzhou Wushu Association?
Crazy, really crazy!
"Okay, young man, let me see today how much you weigh and how dare you speak so brazenly!"
"Take the move!"
Zheng Wenlong grabbed it with five fingers of his right hand, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded, as vicious as a centipede.
Wisps of vigor visible to the naked eye lingered on the fingertips.
"Roar--"
Before Wen Yue could react, a tiger roar came over him.
Zheng Wenlong's right hand is in the form of a claw, and his energy is condensed into a tiger's head. His fangs are exposed, and he roars and tears his ears.
Before the offensive came, just the terrifying roar of the tiger had already shaken Wen Yue's liver and gallbladder to pieces.
"Tiger Claw Kung Fu!"
“Grandmaster Zheng’s special skills!”
This thought popped into Wen Yue's mind.
Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, and each martial art has its representative master.
The Tiger Claw Kung Fu was born out of the Wudang Sect and is said to have been evolved by the founder Zhang Sanfeng based on the power of the black tiger. The power of one claw can open monuments and crack stones, increase the true energy, and even tear apart tigers and leopards.
"Tiger claws? I think cat claws are just fine."
Ning Chen sat on the sofa, motionless. After laughing, he punched out his fist.
No bells and whistles, just a punch.
There was a crisp sound of "click!" and a muffled groan came from the living room.
Wen Yue looked closely and saw that the five fingers on Grandmaster Zheng Wenlong's right hand were all irregularly twisted and broken, like twists.
After being seriously injured, he just grunted, took out his left hand with a tiger claw, and struck Ning Chen directly in the ribs!
"too slow."
Ning Chen punched Zheng Wenlong again, hitting him on the lower abdomen.
Zheng Wenlong's thick abdominal muscles were deeply sunken. On the contrary, his eyes bulged outwards, showing shock!
In the next moment, Zheng Wenlong flew backwards like a big meat bun.
However, he did not hit the wall, but flipped backwards several times and landed firmly on the ground.
"puff!"
His throat rolled several times, and he finally spit out a large mouthful of blood, dyeing the expensive carpet red.
Wen Yue collapsed on the ground, unable to say a word.
Zheng Wenlong never beat Ning Chen?
Zheng Wenlong is a martial arts master!
"Who exactly are you..."
Zheng Wenlong stood up from his knees and used his right hand to straighten the bent fingers of his left hand one by one, making a clicking sound. Except for the slight twitching of the corners of his eyes, there was no expression of pain.
"You don't deserve to ask about my name."
Ning Chen sat on the sofa without moving, "You just need to know that if I kill you, it's as easy as squeezing a grasshopper to death."
"..."
Zheng Wenlong twitched the corners of his mouth twice, "You're so big..."
Uh-huh!
As soon as he uttered these four words, a burst of true energy brushed against his neck and shot into the wall behind him!
The neck was scratched.
And Zheng Wenlong couldn't react to all this at all.
He raised his hand numbly and touched the wound on his neck. When he opened it, he saw that his palm was covered with blood.
"How can it be……"
Zheng Wenlong's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
"Every mountain is higher than the other. The strongest will have its own master. Don't think that the master is the focus of martial arts. On the contrary, it is actually the starting point."
Ning Chen poured himself a cup of tea and began to taste it slowly.
"In our area, people like you are not called masters, they are called Qi Refining Stage. They are at the bottom of society."
Qi refining period!
Zheng Wenlong seemed to have heard something incredible, and began to feel chills all over his body, "You...you came from Tianmen..."
"What is Tianmen?" Ning Chen asked.
"No...it's nothing." Zheng Wenlong's face looked ugly, as if he had something to hide.
"President Zheng, you must have been stuck in your current state for a long time." Ning Chen suddenly said again.
Zheng Wenlong didn't speak, just looked at him.
"I can teach you how to build a foundation." Ning Chen played with the purple clay teacup and said with a smile.
"Foundation building?" Zheng Wenlong looked confused.
"That is, in your eyes, the realm above the master." Ning Chen said.
"Above the Grandmaster!" Zheng Wenlong's eyes widened, and his heart started to beat wildly, "Grandmaster? Could it be... that he is the King of Martial Arts!"
"I don't know, maybe it's King Wu." Ning Chen said.
"I do not believe!"
Zheng Wenlong shook his head resolutely, "There are millions of warriors in the entire country of China, but there are only four in the Martial King realm. Each one of them is a genius. How can they be taught?"
Although Ning Chen is very powerful and much stronger than him, he doesn't believe that the other party can help him break through to the Martial King Realm!
This is so outrageous!
"I don't know how to praise."
Ning Chen snorted coldly, stood up and rushed behind Zheng Wenlong.
Before Zheng Wenlong could react, Ning Chen pointed at a certain acupuncture point on his back, and immediately, a huge tingling sensation came!
