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There were hundreds of people sitting in the guest seat, all of whom were martial artists from overseas. Most of them were overseas Chinese, and each Chinese master seemed to have a long breath and a steady momentum.

Wang Cheng glanced over and saw the most conspicuous young women in the crowd. Dongxingyue and Pingliangying were naturally among them, but there were two Chinese women, as well as two white women of European descent. The six women were both quite strong and obviously not ordinary people.

Almost all the others are men.

In the martial arts industry, men have the innate advantage after all, and are born stronger than women in terms of body qi and blood, so it is easier to practice martial arts.

However, there are also some geniuses among women who are born to practice martial arts. Once they focus on practicing martial arts, they will make rapid progress. Dongxingyue, Ping Liangying, Zhou Yu, and Yang Qingyu around Wang Cheng are actually such people.

After skimming the conspicuous red flowers among these green leaves, the first thing Wang Cheng noticed was a few Chinese masters wearing swords.

Wang Cheng had never seen a Chinese master who used swords before. He just heard from Master Changhe talk about the deeds of some Chinese sword masters back then. Among the people in this group, everyone had a sharp and sharp aura, as if they were like a sharp sword.

Looking from a distance, it was like a row of long swords standing there neatly. Obviously, these are all masters.

There are definitely more masters hidden among the others. Wang Cheng thought of it with certainty and his expression became even more solemn. After the finals between him and Zhou Yu tomorrow, he will face these overseas masters.

After clenching his fists, the tiger in Wang Cheng's heart became more excited, and the true intention of the tiger became stronger. The more powerful the masters he faced, the more he could inspire the tiger's fighting spirit.

The competition in the field did not end. After the official competition between Mamuti and Zhou Yu ended, the organizer arranged two exhibition matches. There were two exhibition matches in the afternoon.

At noon, it was a grand party.

After a while, someone came to lead dozens of top contestants into the car and left the venue to the venue for the exchange and gathering.

The audience at the scene gave Zhou Yu another warm applause, including shouts to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng naturally walked in front, following Yang Qingyu, and then Zhou Yu and other contestants. All the young masters have already agreed that Wang Cheng is their leader this time. Even the top ten contestants such as Zhou Yu and Li Shengyang have no objection to this, because none of them can defeat Wang Cheng.

The other guests also walked out one after another. Both sides entered the passage together, but the two teams were clearly distinguished and neither of them paid attention to each other, as if they were enemies who never interacted with each other.

Zhou Yu walked a step behind Wang Cheng, took his eyes back from the guest team, and said lightly: "Wang Cheng, this guest challenge is extraordinary, you must be careful."

Wang Cheng looked calm and nodded, "I know, thank you for the reminder."

Zhou Yu frowned slightly, turned to look at Wang Cheng, and said seriously: "I'm not kidding you. Three of the top ten young masters in Nanyang have come, and each of them is above me."

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the guest team next to him. He saw that the person in the lead was a middle-aged Chinese with a very calm aura, walking with dragons and tigers, looking out for power while walking. The middle-aged man felt Wang Cheng's gaze and turned his head to look at Wang Cheng. After the two looked at each other, they withdrew their gaze at the same time, looked forward again, and ignored each other.

However, both of them were admiring each other's internal cultivation in their hearts.

Eyes are a way to fight against internal cultivation in addition to fighting. The momentum of a person cannot be seen. It is mysterious and no matter how strong it is, it is not something that insiders cannot understand. However, the most intuitive manifestation of internal education is eyes. The eyes are the window of the soul and a window for the human body to display the spirit.

Everyone can see the eyes. A master with strong internal cultivation can make ordinary people feel dizzy at first sight. When Wang Cheng relied on his spirit to crush his opponent in Hong Kong Island, he used his eyes to press him into dizziness.

Zhou Yu saw the middle-aged man's movements and looked even more solemn. He lowered his voice to Wang Cheng and said, "This guy is a master of the Hongmen in Nanyang, named Situ Xianglong, and is the first disciple of Situ Qingnan, the head of the Hongmen. His strength is not the same level as us, and he will not fight you."

Wang Cheng nodded slightly, and he could also see that Situ Xianglong's strength was definitely above him. Whether it was his internal cultivation or his skills, if he fought with him, he would have no chance unless he exploded the pace of the divine elephant.

The crouching tiger and hidden dragon in the Nanyang martial arts world are by no means false.

Especially, headed by the Hongmen, it accounts for almost one-third of the Nanyang martial arts world.

Most of the guests this time were warriors. Whether Chinese or European or American, they were all masters of martial arts practice. At this time, Situ Xianglong was able to make this person first. It can be seen that his strength and influence are absolutely extraordinary, and he must be highly supported by the Hongmen of the Nanyang.

Where is the person from the Aisin Gioro family?

Wang Cheng's eyes looked at the guest team with a scrutiny. He could not find out who was from the Aisin Gioro family in a hasty way.

The most important thing is that he has never met the masters of the Aisin Gioro family, and he is afraid that he will not recognize him even if the other party stands in front of him.

"My senior sister went to Nanyang to travel and challenge, defeated seven of the top ten masters in Nanyang, and finally lost to the third of the top ten masters. Don't underestimate the enemy."

Zhou Yu once again reminded Wang Cheng and stopped talking.

Wang Cheng nodded, and had heard that Zhou Yu's senior sister was extremely powerful, and said softly: "Nanyang does have a profound foundation, but it is only because of many national martial arts families. I am not afraid of them now. Your senior sister will definitely defeat those so-called top ten masters in the future."

Warriors who practice national martial arts can indeed grow up faster. They just condense their strength and reach the realm of dark strength, and they already have extraordinary lethality. Ordinary people are no match for them at all. And the realm of national martial arts masters who reach the realm of transformation and sacrificial pills are already qualified to collect disciples and open museums.

Unlike sects like Wu Shengshan and Wudang Shaolin Emei, which have a long history, they all pay attention to internal schools first, and their hands are weak in the early stages of their skills.

However, once you reach the level of Wang Cheng, your internal cultivation will be amazing, and you will have already shown your advantages.

When facing Wang Cheng, a master of national martial arts will never be able to defeat Wang Cheng unless he has the strength to be one level higher than Wang Cheng.

Therefore, with Wang Cheng's internal cultivation at this time, he reversed the real dragon and nurtured the power of a dragon and an elephant. In addition, the realm of the fact that the true meaning of the tiger is almost complete, there is really no need to be afraid of any of his peers.

Only the older generation of masters have the absolute certainty to defeat him.

The group got on the bus one after another, and everyone seemed very cold and no one said a word. Everyone was quiet and did not seem to see the audience around who shouted the names of contestants.

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu got in the car and sat together.

After hearing what Zhou Yu said just now, Yang Qingyu was also a little worried and said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, this is the first martial arts competition since the founding of the country. Those overseas masters came to show their strength. They would never show mercy and would fight against you. You must be careful not to compete with each other. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. You will have a long time in the future."

In Yang Qingyu's opinion, as long as Wang Cheng is given twenty years, there will naturally be no one in the world who will be Wang Cheng's opponent, so there is no need to risk fighting against the opponent at this time.

Note that what Yang Qingyu believes in this world does not mean the land of China, but the whole world!

A smile appeared on Wang Cheng's lips. He pinched Yang Qingyu's hand and nodded affirmatively, "Qingyu, don't worry, these people will not threaten me. This is the land of China, and they dare not do anything nonsense."

And at this time.

A young man came over and suddenly sat directly opposite Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu.

The car is a specially customized luxury car. Two seats are in a row, two rows face each other, and there is a small table in the middle, just like a seat on a train.

Originally, no one sat in the seat opposite Wang Cheng. The other contestants avoided him and Yang Qingyu, and even Zhou Yu sat on the other side.

But the young man suddenly sat down, and Wang Cheng and the people who were paying attention to him.

Wang Cheng could tell at a glance that this person was not a master among the competition contestants, because he was very handsome, which shows that he had never seen him before, so he was a master among the guests.

"For the first time we meet, Luo Qingsheng, please give me some advice. Wang Cheng, congratulations in advance on your coming first place in the world. I hope you can always be glorious."

The young man sat opposite Wang Cheng, smiled and said to Wang Cheng calmly, as if he was a very familiar old friend, but there was a lot of sharpness hidden inside and outside.

After Wang Cheng won the world's number one, if he lost to overseas masters one after another, it would be absolutely embarrassing enough in front of the whole world.

Obviously, the person who came was not good.

Wang Chenghu's eyes also looked at the other party, and in an instant he felt the other party's deep internal cultivation. Whether it was deep breathing or the eyes condensed by the light, they were very strong. Moreover, the other party was not old, and at most twenty-six or seven years old, he was definitely his strong enemy.

He immediately frowned and asked calmly: "Luo Qingsheng?"

Luo Qingsheng nodded, leaned easily on the comfortable chair, and said, "Yes, my name is Luo Qingsheng. The names of our ancestors were longer. In our generation, we disliked the names being too long and it was too troublesome to remember, so we only had the last three words as the name."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Cheng's mouth, his thoughts turned, and he asked again: "Oh? Then what's your ancestor's surname?"

Luo Qingsheng smiled, his eyes were bright and bright, and a trace of oppressive aura appeared. He said with a relaxed voice: "You should know that a hundred years ago, your Taoist Master Xuanding of Wusheng Mountain was defeated by my family's elders. My family's surname was Aisin Gioro at that time!"

"Aisin Jueluo Qingsheng!"

Wang Cheng's expression was not much unexpected. His tiger eyes glanced at the other party's whole body and said with a smile: "I'll give you a name Qingsheng, it seems that your family has a lot of plans."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a name, it's because you're thinking too much. I didn't have any plans this time, I just wanted to defeat you and take away your number one in the world!"

Luo Qingsheng hugged his chest with his hands, exuding a condescending momentum. He looked at Wang Cheng and said confidently, as if the thing that should be his own could take it back at will.

Wang Cheng shook his head and said with certainty: "You are not my opponent."

The smile on Luo Qingsheng's face gradually disappeared, and he asked lightly: "Before we have fought, are you so sure? Your supreme martial arts in Wusheng Mountain are still collected in my family. Two hundred years ago, your Wusheng Mountain had already declined. At this time, you are the only successor. What qualifications do you have to question me?"

Wang Cheng looked at Luo Qingsheng without showing any weakness, not caring about the other party's words to attack Wu Shengshan. He still said confidently: "You can't practice just send you something you can't practice. I said you are not my opponent, but you are not. Moreover, I will take it back from my Wu Shengshan sooner or later, and I will still be my unique martial arts master of Wu Shengshan!"

There is murderous intent everywhere!

"Your ancestor of Wusheng Mountain was defeated by my great-grandfather a hundred years ago!"

Luo Qingsheng immediately said again, wanting to use past facts to attack Wang Cheng or shake Wang Cheng's mind.

Wang Cheng's expression was still calm, and he smiled and said, "That's the past. With me now, there will be no chance for you."

"In the past, I was able to dominate the world and rule the Central Plains. In the past, I could, now, and in the future, you will be destined to be no match for us."

Luo Qingsheng immediately shouted in a deep voice, and his breath rose again.

Wang Cheng slowly stretched out a hand and placed it on the small table in the middle, looking at Luo Qingsheng.

Luo Qingsheng asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do? Do you dare to fight me here?"

Wang Cheng shook his head and said, "This is not a place to do something. There are too few people, and it doesn't matter to defeat you. If you want to defeat you, you will be on the ring. However, since you are so confident, let's fight first. Whoever loses? When you get to the place, you will toast the winner. Do you dare to come?"

The interested masters around heard the movements of the two, so they all looked at each other sideways.

Especially when everyone heard that Luo Qingsheng was a master of Aisin Jueluo, everyone's eyes instantly shone brightly. Obviously, no one didn't know about this Qing royal family. Moreover, most people instinctively showed a hint of vigilance and hostility.

Back then, this royal family persecuted many martial arts sects and families.

Zhou Yu even had a cold and harsh look, and a trace of murderous intent leaked out.

Luo Qingsheng looked extremely serious when he heard Wang Cheng's words, and his eyes flashed. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then slowly stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table. He stared at Wang Cheng's whole body with his eyes fixedly, and said in a deep voice: "Your internal cultivation is indeed shocking, but you have only practiced martial arts for a few months. Wang Cheng. You cannot be my opponent. My Luo family's foundation is not something you can imagine."

Perhaps because of feeling the hostility around him, Luo Qingsheng began to call himself the Luo family, but did not dare to call himself Aisin Jueluo again, and did not want to be the target of public criticism. However, none of the people present was a fool and would not be fooled by him so easily, so his hostility towards him remained unabated, but became stronger.

Wang Cheng's breathing changes, his heart veins beating like a tiger's heartbeat, the qi and blood in his body reversed, the tiger flipped and jumped, his palm slowly raised, and said coldly: "You will know that your Luo family is indeed profound in its background, but they are all plundering the world, not something you can understand step by step. I don't believe that you can organize many advanced martial arts in the world into your own martial arts system in just one or two hundred years, so your Luo family seems to be powerful and has a lot of martial arts, but in fact its foundation is unstable, far less than the two thousand years of inheritance of my Wusheng Mountain."

Luo Qingsheng's body shook slightly, and his face changed and calmed down instantly, but huge waves appeared in his heart.

Because what Wang Cheng said was almost exactly the same as what his elders said.

The things he stolen are always stolen from others, not really belonging to oneself, especially things with thoughts, which are even more impossible to forcibly plunder and blessing. In the past century, many masters and elders of Aixin Jueluo have been devoted to practicing and studying many martial arts and boxing techniques, hoping to combine the profound martial arts stolen by his ancestors into a system, so as to form a school and truly become a powerful martial arts family with foundation and inheritance.
To be continued...