The son-in-law of the female president

Mentioning the word Lei Qianting, Zhao Fei was silent, and his eyes were filled with awe.

Brother Ren smiled bitterly:

"That peerless powerhouse who is the tenth on the real person list has been in the northeast for 30 years, and he has blocked many northern forces."

"There are many mafia gangs in the goose country, and he killed two of them with hundreds of lives."

"It's just that the one who has been sitting in the northeast and doesn't ask about the martial arts, why did he suddenly make a move this year and come to fight?"

Brother Ren was puzzled.

Zhao Fei's absolute understanding of Lei Qianting is far inferior to those in the martial arts world like Brother Ren.

At most, he heard about the reputation of Duo Lei Qian Ting, but he didn't know if it was too specific.

"Let's go, this year's martial arts event, several real people will show up."

"When the time comes, I can go to them and ask for a few pills."

"This way my dad will be saved."

Jiang Tong and Lin Xiaoyan didn't interrupt, and silently followed behind Zhao Feijue and the others.

The martial arts competition is held on a huge floor, surrounded by seats that can accommodate a thousand people.

In the center, a huge high platform of more than three meters was cast with No. [-] military cement, which was hundreds of square meters.

On the top, there are four huge screens facing different directions.

The situation on the stage can be rebroadcasted in real time, so that the person sitting at the rear can also see it clearly.

……

"Hey, whisper, that kid also came to join in the fun?"

Brother Lu beside Han Qingyu saw Jiang Tong's group a hundred meters away at a glance.

Patriarch Han and Elder Lu also picked up their eyes.

Especially Han Qingyu, with her beautiful eyes, ever since she saw Jiang Tong, she has cast her eyes on him tightly and never moved away for a moment.

Senior brother Lu's face beside him was slightly gloomy, and seeing the goddess in his heart, his attention was always on Jiang Tong.

He couldn't help secretly deciding that he must challenge that kid on stage later and teach him some lessons.

By the way, let Han Qingyu know that he is the strongest.

Brother Lu, as Lu Lao's favorite student, at the age of 30, has entered the middle stage of Huajin.

He is so talented that even Mr. Lu, who has always had a high vision, can hardly comment on it.

"What is this kid doing here?"

Patriarch Han shook his head and stopped meddling.

"Forget it, if something happens, I'll come forward and help him solve it."

After making up his mind, Patriarch Han withdrew his gaze and sat near the front of the ring.

There is also a tea table in front of you, with all kinds of expensive drinks and Western-style pastries on it.

After Jiang Tong bent down and sat down, his spiritual thoughts enveloped the audience in an instant, and he discovered more than a dozen real people's breaths.

You must know that although there are many warriors in Huaguo, they are scattered among a population of more than one billion, just like pouring a glass of water into the desert.

Usually in those big cities, with hundreds of millions of people, it is not always possible to find a real person.

Only a small city like Jinling with a population of several million can have a strong Gu Lao.

Today, in this site of less than a few thousand square meters, there are more than double digits of martial arts masters.

Inner strength and transformation strength are countless.

"Sure enough, the circle is the most important thing!" Jiang Tong sighed in his heart.

As soon as everyone sat down, an ancient muay thai master came on stage and challenged a rich man in Qingzhou.

Next to the rich man, there was also an old man with a stooped figure and wearing linen shoes, who walked onto the stage.

The old man's arms were bent like a praying mantis, and as he walked up the ring step by step, his originally bent body suddenly straightened up.

Seeing the spine behind him move like a dragon, there was a "cracking" sound, and he changed his body shape immediately, and his height rose a bit.

That old man was not born like this, it was completely caused by the cultivation method.

"Mantis Fist?"

Brother Ren is very interested.

Zhao Feijue whispered: "Brother Ren, who is stronger than that old man?"

Brother Ren casually glanced at the old man, then looked away.

With disdain on his face, he said:
"In the early stage of mere energy transformation, I can kill him within ten steps."

Jiang Tong was not interested in this kind of fight between Huajin, and he knew the result at a glance.

Simply close your eyes and stop paying attention to the things on the high platform.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, everyone saw the old man flying upside down from the high platform.

His chest sank a few inches, his bones were shattered, and his mouth was bleeding profusely.

If that ancient muay thai master hadn't shown mercy, the old man would have died on the spot.

"That Muay Thai master should be the eight-armed arhat in Theravada Buddhism in South Asia, and his boxing and leg skills also have the shadow of the eight-armed arhat."

"It's a pity that the practice of ancient Muay Thai is too difficult, so I just bully people who are in the early stage of energy transformation, and if they encounter the late stage of energy transformation, they will be numb."

Brother Ren said.

After speaking, he shook his head.

Zhao Feijue asked curiously: "What is an eight-armed arhat?"

The few super-rich businessmen sitting around are also secretly paying attention to this place.

Brother Ren explained:
"Some places in South Asia believe in Theravada Buddhism, and the eight-armed arhat is the highest state that can be cultivated in Theravada Buddhism."

"This is a title, which is equivalent to Taoism and Buddhism in our country. What is the principle of saints and Bodhisattvas?"

Zhao Feijue looked confused.

Several wealthy businessmen around shook their heads, expressing that they did not understand, and then continued to watch the situation on the high platform.

I saw that on the high platform, people kept coming to the stage, not only between the martial arts sects, they could use this to resolve personal grievances.

Even rich businessmen, as long as you can invite people, you can also use this opportunity to divide interests and compete for territory.

The eight-armed arhat won five games in a row, and the voice of the challenge gradually faded at the end.

Even a martial arts master who was in the middle stage of Huajin was knocked out of the stage by him, and those whose cultivation base was not enough to Huajin didn't even dare to breathe.

I saw the ancient muay thai master standing on the high platform, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in his mouth.

Those defeated warriors and tycoons, with livid faces, signed checks one after another, and threw them on the tray angrily.

The most people, just lost a game, went out more than [-] million.

"Haha, Mr. Li, from now on, the place in Funan will belong to me."

"Also, the last time I shot your brother, that's all."

"If you take revenge again, it will be a violation of the rules of the conference!"

In the quiet room, everyone heard a loud laugh from the corner.

The man called Mr. Li had a livid and gloomy face.

With a cold snort in his mouth, he got up and left on the spot.

Jiang Tong was puzzled and asked: "If you violate the rules of the meeting, what will be the consequences?"

Brother Ren said with a smile:

"Every year at the Martial Arts Festival, everyone will recommend several famous and respected Martial Arts Masters as notaries."

"As long as you dare to go back on your word and violate the rules, these real people will come to visit you in person."

Having said that, Brother Ren fell silent.

There is no need to say the rest, everyone knows what it means.

Offending a martial artist is a big deal, let alone offending several people at the same time.

If you encounter someone with a bad temper, they will directly board the gate of your house and kill you, and no one will dare to say anything at that time.

Zhao Feijue continued to speak:
"Besides, the rich people who can sit here are not good people. If you dare to break the rules, they dare to tie up your whole family."

Jiang Tong nodded:

"I see!"