The Kyoto Martial Arts Association's plan to defeat him failed, but instead made him stronger.

Feeling the astonishing aura fluctuations that belong to immortal cultivators, Qin Cheng was full of fighting spirit at this time.

He felt that even if he was halfway to the realm at this time, he could easily defeat him.

"Qinmen must win!"

Everyone in the Qin clan roared in unison, the sound shaking the sky.

What just happened also stimulated them, and now the Qin family is even more united.

"What just happened? The lightning and thunder were so scary."

The square in front of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association was already crowded with people.

Everyone was talking about the sudden heavy rain and thunder just now.

"According to my estimation, someone should be undergoing a tribulation."

"I heard that every time there is a breakthrough in Qincheng, there will be a calamity thunder. Could it be that this boy has improved his cultivation?"

"Looking at the direction, it is indeed the direction where the Qin Clan is. However, it would be bad if you get injured before the battle."

"Maybe he will be reborn after the disaster and become even stronger."

Everyone was discussing it enthusiastically.

The world of martial arts is usually quite boring. Warriors often have to retreat to practice. Even if they have fights, they mainly focus on sparring. Such life-and-death battles rarely occur.

As a result, the daily life of warriors is very boring. This stop has attracted the attention of almost all the warriors in Yanxia.

"Who do you think will win? I'm betting on the Kyoto Martial Arts Association." A thin martial artist interjected.

"Can I place a bet on this too?" Someone was surprised.

"Of course. A big shot in the martial arts forum has opened a special offer. The Martial Arts Association will pay you two if you win, and the Qinmen will pay five if you win."

"But even so, there are only a few people who join the Qin Sect, and most people are optimistic about the Martial Arts Association."

"Does the Martial Arts Forum believe so much in the strength of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association?" Some people couldn't believe it.

"It's not just strength."

An knowledgeable person explained: "I heard vague mentions from some powerful people, and the reason seems to be the weapon of transformation. Some people analyzed that the Kyoto Martial Arts Association has at least five weapons of transformation, or even more."

"So many realm-transformation tools." Some gasped, while others frowned.

According to legend, one realm-transformation weapon can be as powerful as ten great martial arts masters, and Kyoto actually has more than five.

"The Qin Sect was established in Qin City only a short time ago, and I'm afraid they don't even have a single realm-transformation weapon. This way, the gap is huge."

Not far away, Fang Xiaodie, who had already sneaked in, pricked up her ears and listened. After everyone finished the discussion, she looked at her father curiously.

"Dad, is the Realm Transformation Weapon really that powerful? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Fang Jingyao looked at his daughter speechlessly.

Recalling the embarrassing scene with him just now.

As a senior member of the security department, he was also temporarily recruited to maintain order, but he did not expect that one of his subordinates would bring his daughter here.

Fang Xiaodie was pregnant at the time, and her subordinates said she claimed to be Qin Cheng's fiancée and was pregnant, so they asked Fang Jingyao what to do.

At that time, Fang Jingyao wanted to slap this girl to death.

It's a pity that I can't do it.

He could never forget the expressions of his subordinates when they found out that Fang Xiaodie was his daughter.

Especially after seeing Fang Xiaodie come in and take out a few balls of cotton from her belly, since she was talking about pregnancy, why not really get pregnant.

Fang Jingyao was extremely depressed.

Although he was too lazy to pay attention to his naughty daughter, he still had to explain a few words.

"The Weapon of Transformation is the name of a weapon that a strong person in Transformation has kept by his side for many years. It absorbs the aura of a strong person in Transformation all the year round, so the weapon will be able to strike with all the strength of a strong person in Transformation. There are very few strong people in the world now, and the same goes for the weapon of Transformation.

It's rare. Naturally, your martial arts classes won't teach you this."

"Then Qincheng doesn't have any, wouldn't it be a big loss?" Fang Xiaodie became worried.

"The people from Qin Clan are here."

Someone screamed in surprise, and the noisy square suddenly became quiet.

Mrs. Su was also pushed to the venue by the chief manager.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he was kicked out of the Su family, he could still get the invitation easily.

He did not participate in any discussion. He stared in the direction of Qincheng with his eyes wide open.

He didn't care about the female devil or the rights and wrongs. He just wanted to watch Qin Cheng die before he died.

Coming!

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a group of warriors were seen approaching from a distance, their breath rising to the sky, and their momentum astonishing.

"Why are these people so murderous?" A warrior remembered that his pores stood up because of his anger. He couldn't help but hug his arms.

"Oops. It seems to have had the opposite effect."

On the second floor of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Chairman Tian Long Er's heart skipped a beat when he saw the overwhelming reaction of everyone from the Qin Clan. He glanced at the president aside.

He took it upon himself to send the video without consulting others.

I originally wanted to stimulate Qin Cheng and make him confused, but I didn't expect that it would be self-defeating.

"Qin Cheng." The Sixth President clenched his teeth, and when he saw Qin Cheng's appearance, his broken arm began to ache.

Arriving at the square, Qin Cheng waved his hand, and everyone suddenly stopped.

He glanced around. There were familiar faces and unfamiliar faces, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at him.

As he swept past the group of masked men in black clothes, Qin Cheng felt a faint familiar aura, but he had no time to turn it off.

Looking at the mansion of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Qin Cheng felt his blood begin to boil. He grabbed a flagpole not far away and sucked it into his hand, then threw it violently.

The metal flagpole roared out like a javelin at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, across the square.

Then with a hissing sound, it hit the golden plaque in front of the association.

In a burst of cracking sounds, the plaque exploded and debris flew.

The font was majestic, and the plaque of the Beijing Martial Arts Association, which was once the strongest martial arts association in the hot summer, disappeared in an instant.

On the second floor of the association, everyone's faces were already dark.

"You beasts of the Martial Arts Association, get out of here!"

Seeing that no one responded, Qin Cheng shouted, grabbed another flag, and shot it at the red lacquer gate.

"presumptuous."

The door suddenly opened, a figure appeared, kicked out, and the flagpole flew back immediately.

Yin Chun hummed. A feminine breath flew out of his fingers, and the flagpole broke inch by inch.

"Qin Cheng, are you so eager to seek death?"

The president of the conference led the crowd out of the hall and looked tit-for-tat at Qin Cheng.

Several presidents stood in the front, followed by directors, guards and others.

However, the scale is much smaller than in the past.

After all, Qin Cheng had killed many people before.

Seeing the eighth president appear, everyone started to commotion.

The eight presidents of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association are all powerful and powerful.

He is also extremely mysterious and reclusive.

Many people want to take a look.

However, when a few people came closer, they first felt a little uncomfortable in their noses.

People like the Kyoto Martial Arts Association exude a strange smell.

There is a fragrance, and the fragrance is mixed with an indescribable odor.

It's like perfume has been sprinkled in a smelly ditch.

"What's going on? What the hell did these presidents paint on their faces?"
Chapter completed!