"How is the result?"
Huang Yulong calmed down and asked in a deep voice.
"Master Huang and several young masters who disappeared at the same time offended Chen Xin and a young man named Ning Chen at the banquet."
"At that time, Zheng Wenlong intervened and made Mr. Huang and several other young masters kneel down to apologize in public, and then kicked them out of the banquet..."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Huang Yulong's face was gloomy and he nodded repeatedly: "This is a blatant slap in the face of my Huang family!"
"This Zheng Wenlong is very good. He dared to be so arrogant not long after he became King Wu!"
"My subordinate feels..."
The old man bowed slightly and continued: "Zheng Wenlong should want to curry favor with Chen Xin as a descendant of the hero. After all, the hero showed up in Kyoto a few days ago, and there are many people who are currying favor with Chen Xin now..."
"Okay, I basically understand this matter."
Huang Yulong nodded slightly with a gloomy face: "You go contact a few other families and tell them that my ancestor of the Huang family will leave the mountain and go to Qingzhou to raise an army to investigate the crime. Make an appointment with them."
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The next day, in the early morning, there were sounds of sudden braking in front of the Qingzhou Wushu Association.
Zheng Wenlong was in the office, holding a copy of "Three Kingdoms" in his hand and reading with a frown.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and a member of the Qingzhou Wushu Association knocked on Zheng Wenlong's door rashly.
"President, it's not good, the door...outside the door..."
"Why panic!"
Zheng Wenlong frowned and interrupted his subordinate's report: "Don't panic, a few martial kings have scared you like this. Can they turn the world upside down?"
The subordinate's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Is the president crazy?
He had just become Martial King and had not had much time, and now he looked down on other powerful Martial Kings so much?
When did King Wu become a street cabbage?
Zheng Wenlong stood up, glanced out the window, and then said, "Let's go out with me and have a look!"
After the words fell, Zheng Wenlong stood up and left the house first.
The subordinate hurriedly followed.
In fact, Zheng Wenlong did not look down on the strong King Wu.
His vision is no longer comparable to those of ordinary Martial Kings. The last time at the Rose Garden Villa, Ning Chen didn't even make a move. The scene of Ye Gulou, Zi Ji, and Heilong fighting against several powerful Martial Kings and not falling behind is still vivid in his mind. Head.
Naturally, the powerful King of Martial Arts does not hold such an important position in Zheng Wenlong's heart. According to Mr. Ning, he, the King of Martial Arts, is just getting started.
Therefore, Zheng Wenlong acted completely spontaneously, and he did not have the airs of a martial king.
The reason why they are eager to hold a celebration banquet and make the Qingzhou Wushu Association branch a special class is actually to allow their members to have more resources and live a better life.
As a grassroots warrior, Zheng Wenlong takes more care of those grassroots warriors without family background, which is why he has such a group of brothers around him.
Zheng Wenlong came to the door of the Qingzhou Wushu Association, put his hands behind his back, frowned at the unkind group of people, and said calmly: "A few martial arts kings are so free, and they have made an appointment to come to Qingzhou Wushu Association to find trouble, right?"
"Zheng Wenlong, what's your attitude!"
The ancestor of the Huang family, Huang Shouye, was nearly five hundred years old and had almost reached the limit of King Wu's longevity. At this moment, his face was still red and full of energy. He glared at Zheng Wenlong angrily and shouted in a deep voice: "We descendants are together in your Qingzhou territory. Disappeared. Before disappearing, I had a dispute with you, Zheng Wenlong. You should give us an explanation for this matter, both public and private!"
"Explain?"
Zheng Wenlong curled his lips and said casually: "What do you want to explain?"
"Yu Gong, I live and work peacefully in Qingzhou, and I haven't found any martial artists of unknown origin causing trouble. Yu Zi, do you still think that I, the president of the martial arts association, will secretly take action against a few dandies?"
"They lost themselves, what does it have to do with me? If you are in a hurry now, you should go find your own descendants. What does it mean to come to Qingzhou Martial Arts Association?"
"The donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth, it is simply unreasonable!"
Zheng Wenlong's words made the faces of the powerful Martial Kings across from him become extremely ugly.
Huang Shouye also looked gloomy. At this moment, Huang Yulong suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Huang Shouye's ear.
Huang Shouye's expression suddenly changed: "You...what you said is true?"
"Yes, ancestor, how dare I lie to you..."
Huang Yulong hurriedly lowered his head and replied respectfully.
"Ziming!"
Huang Shouye looked up to the sky and roared, King Wu's momentum exploded instantly, and everyone around him was confused.
The remaining Martial King masters all cast doubtful glances at Huang Shouye. As for Huang Yulong and other people who had not yet reached the Martial King realm, their faces turned pale, and they retreated one after another, withdrawing from their positions.
"Mr. Huang, please explain clearly what happened!"
The ancestor of the Ren family, Ren Changqing, whose beard and hair were all white, frowned and asked.
"Just now, a dying servant of my Huang family reported the death of Zi Ming and the descendants of each of your families. According to his report, the person who did it was a man wearing night clothes, and the others are unknown! "
"Could it be the young man who had an argument with Ziming and the others at the banquet? What was his name?"
"Ning Chen!"
"Yes, it's Ning Chen!"
A few old men said something to each other.
Several descendants of various families with ugly faces on the side were also severely shocked when they heard the news.
Among the ancestors, Huang Shouye is probably the only one who is angry. After all, Huang Ziming is not only his descendant but also his direct disciple. It is expected that he will inherit his mantle and break through King Wu's young talents within a hundred years!
It was also Huang Shouye's only hope before he ran out of energy, and now he died in Qingzhou!
"Dear ancestors, Ning Chen has an ambiguous relationship with the Qingzhou Martial Arts Association, and Zheng Wenlong is also involved in this matter!"
"Yes, fellow ancestors, Zheng Wenlong is absolutely inseparable from this matter!"
Some people on the side spoke one after another at this moment, with angry expressions on their faces.
Huang Shouye looked gloomy, nodded slightly, looked at Zheng Wenlong, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Wenlong, lead the way, take us to meet your little friend, Ning Chen, how about it?"
Zheng Wenlong frowned deeply. There were five powerful Martial Kings in front of him, all of whom had long been famous in the world.
If he takes action, he has no chance of winning. Behind him is the Qingzhou Wushu Association. Now he leaves his brothers and runs away. Even though he knows that a few people dare not do anything too extreme to the Wushu Association, he may not have the face to be the president in the future. .
After much hesitation, Zheng Wenlong still called Ning Chen.
As a result, the phone was switched off and no one answered.
Zheng Wenlong was secretly anxious, and his face had become particularly ugly when he put down the phone.
"What? You can't get through, right?"
Huang Shouye smiled coldly and stared at Zheng Wenlong with his hands behind his back. He gradually became convinced that this incident was probably done by Ning Chen, who has now hidden from the limelight: "If Ning Chen can't be found, you, the Qingzhou Wushu Association, and All the relatives and friends around Ning Chen will pay the price for this!"
