"Uncle!"
Huang Zhengqiu exclaimed, quickly ran to Huang Tulong and helped him up.
Huang Tulong's face was pale and his spirit was listless. Looking at Song Jianchen who had also arrived, his eyes were full of shame:
"Jianchen, I'm sorry, I really tried my best..."
Although Song Jianchen was in a bad mood, he naturally did not dare to show any dissatisfaction with Huang Tulong on his face, and hurriedly comforted him:
"Brother, I understand. The only fault is that Zhang Dachuan is too insidious and cunning!"
Huang Tulong subconsciously turned his head, trying to take a look at Zhang Dachuan, but the result was that the injury was affected, causing him to vomit out another mouthful of blood.
He sighed and said slowly:
"It's because we underestimated the enemy and were careless."
Song Jianchen gritted his teeth:
"It doesn't matter, we still have Grandmaster Ning."
At this time, Lin Zangshan’s disdainful snort came from the stands:
"It's a waste of time to be vulnerable."
"Where is the person who should be in the next game? Let's start quickly."
Having said that, Lin Zangshan actually knew in his heart that if Huang Tulong hadn't been injured by Zhang Dachuan, he would still have to spend some effort to win against this man.
Against Huang Tulong in his prime, he only had a 70% winning rate at most. It was Zhang Dachuan who injured Huang Tulong that turned this winning rate into a 100% sure win.
If you really want to put it bluntly, he can't win without force.
But so what, since the rules of martial arts are here, then if you lose, you lose, there is nothing to say.
Lin Zangshan slowly looked at Ning Zhenxiong and clenched his fists.
Next, comes the main event.
Everyone looked at Lin Zangshan in the stands and were deeply impressed by his powerful aura.
"The Lin family is indeed the oldest ancient martial arts family. The family background is really strong."
"Yes, he is also at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm. This Lin Zangshan is much stronger than Huang Tulong."
"He will definitely become a master, it's just a matter of how long it takes."
Lin Yaozhong and others listened to everything, their faces could not help but be filled with glory, and they all straightened their backs involuntarily.
In recent years, the Lin family has rarely been so proud.
Huang Zhengqiu helped Huang Tulong back to his seat to rest. He looked up and saw Zhou Aoxue's cold eyes.
He was angry in his heart, but his face showed a relaxed attitude and comforted him:
"Aoxue, don't worry, the highlight of today is next."
"Our counterattack is about to begin."
Since Zhang Dachuan left the field, Zhou Aoxue's mood has returned to its original state and she asked calmly:
"Are you talking about Grandmaster Ning?"
Huang Zhengqiu nodded heavily:
"Yes, Grandmaster Ning is our trump card and our guarantee of victory."
"In front of the Grandmaster, no matter how powerful the Bone Refining Realm is, it will be of no use."
"It doesn't matter if Zhang Dachuan steals the show. As long as Grandmaster Ning comes on stage, all the glory will be his, and he will definitely stand at the end."
"Below the Grandmaster, everything is an ant."
Zhou Aoxue turned her head noncommittally, her eyes fell on the head of the Ning family who was silently sipping tea, and murmured in a low voice:
"Are all the masters just like ants?"
"I hope so."
Immediately, she looked at Zhang Dachuan, and saw that although his face was pale, his expression was quite calm, without any trace of anxiety or worry.
Zhou Aoxue couldn't help but frowned.
Does he... have a trump card?
However, that was a grandmaster. How should he face a grandmaster?
At this moment, Song Jianchen had returned to his seat.
He took a deep look at Lin Zangshan on the stage, turned his head, gritted his teeth and said to Zhou Xianzong:
"Director Zhou, it was just a small fight to warm up the scene. The fun has just begun."
"No matter how hard you struggle, the outcome of this armed campaign is inevitable."
The first two battles had really made him lose face, but Song Jianchen knew that these were actually irrelevant, because the real winner was only one person.
The crowd of onlookers suddenly became lively again, and some people could not help but excitedly said:
"Come on, come on, Grandmaster Ning is about to appear!"
"Haha, we finally have a chance to see the grandmaster."
"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"
Listening to the voices of the people around him, Zhou Xianzong took a deep breath and forced himself to be as calm as possible, but his voice was still somewhat deformed:
"Oh, then we'll see."
There is no way, no one can ignore the existence of a grandmaster.
And the Grandmaster, here, is an invincible existence.
Song Jianchen glanced at Zhou Xianzong triumphantly. He could hear Zhou Xianzong's weakness and fear from his words.
Looking back, Song Jianchen said to Ding Zhimi:
"Deputy Minister Ding, the third person we will send next is Ning Zhenxiong, the head of the Ning family."
Ding Zhimi raised her eyes and said calmly:
"Oh, then invite him to play."
In the eyes of others, the Grandmaster is a supreme being, but in her eyes, there is nothing to be afraid of.
After receiving the promise, Song Jianchen turned around excitedly and said to Ning Zhenxiong who was not far away:
"Brother Ning, I leave everything to you."
After the words fell, everyone present looked at the head of the Ning family.
The rest of the Ning family members at the Ning family's table all straightened their backs, looked solemn, and felt proud in their hearts.
Their grandmaster is about to appear.
Even Ning Hao, who had been in a sluggish mood since the end of the game, cheered up and looked at his father with pride.
Although he made a fool of himself today, he must not embarrass his father again!
Ning Zhenxiong stood up calmly and calmly, flipped his right hand and threw away the teacup in his hand.
The tea cup flipped over and fell to the ground.
Ning Zhenxiong, on the other hand, was already flying towards the martial arts arena that was fifty-six meters away from him.
He took one step forward, and he had already taken a distance of twenty meters.
There was an exclamation of surprise at the scene.
One step is twenty meters, is this a master?
too strong.
Just when everyone thought he was going to jump onto the fighting ring again through the ground, Ning Zhenxiong took the second step in the air.
His toes seemed to click a little in the air. At the moment when his body was about to fall to the ground, he straightened up and moved forward again.
It was another twenty meters away, and he crossed it in one step!
People were stunned, looking at the soles of his feet in disbelief, and a question emerged in their minds.
No leverage?
How can a person stay in the air without any help?
No one answered this question, because Ning Zhenxiong had already taken the step for the third time.
He stepped forward again in the void higher than the ground.
This time, everyone saw it clearly.
They saw that Ning Zhenxiong's feet did not have any leverage!
He is walking through the air.
After three steps, Ning Zhenxiong landed firmly on the fighting ring.
It was only at this moment that the tea cup he threw away was about to fall to the ground.
With a snap, the tea cup fell into pieces, and the scene was completely silent.
The next moment, the crowd was in an uproar.
"Don't touch the ground, walk on the air!"
"It is indeed the style of a master!"
