Master Jiang sighed and said, "Master, I know what you think, but the power of a powerful man from Tongxuan is not something that ordinary people like us can imagine."

After saying that, Master Jiang seemed not to relieve his admiration for Park Young-heung in his heart, and added: "Is Park Young-heung not only the boxing saint of our peninsula, but also the strongest person in the whole world."

Zheng Guohao opened his mouth and wanted to tell the information he collected, that is, outside the secular world, there is also the most powerful martial arts organization in the world in the Kunlun No Man's Land.

But when the words came to my mouth, Zheng Guohao decided to wait and see.

After all, this news is only circulated among other top families outside the Peninsula, and this news is unique to the Zheng family on the Peninsula.

Without any last resort, Zheng Guohao would not tell the power of the Medicine God Sect.

Although Wang Yan'er also knows the existence of the Medicine God Sect, she is already concerned about it. How could she still relate to Chen Qiye and the Medicine God Sect?

"Grandpa Jiang, what's your relationship with the Fist Saint? If Chen Qiye loses, can you let Master Chen Qiye live?" Wang Yan'er hurriedly walked to Master Jiang and grabbed his robe and prayed.

Wang Yan'er once had a bet with Chen Qiye. If Chen Qiye beats Park Quansheng, then they will never meet for the rest of their lives.

But if he loses, Wang Yan'er will ask the Zheng family to come forward and beg the Fist Saint to let Chen Qiye go, and then take him for himself, completely separate from the Lin family, and spend the rest of his life on the peninsula with her.

She only hopes that Master Jiang, who is also a member of the martial arts world on the peninsula, can make the Fist Saint sage and leave Qiye a way to survive when Shen Qiye fails.

Master Jiang smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, I have no eyes on my fists and feet. I am just a small achievement in the divine realm. Chen Qiye’s death battle with the Fist Saint today is like a battle between a giant elephant. How can I allow a shiba dog to bark beside me?"

As the door god of the Zheng family, Master Jiang certainly knew Wang Yan'er's status in the Zheng family, and that was the treasure of the two generations of Zheng family heads.

If he can do it, he will naturally do his best.

However, a strong man with a small success in the divine realm made a peerless man who surpassed him two levels or even a great realm sell him a weak man with a low level and a face. This is so whimsical.

Wang Yan'er knew that it would be useless to beg Master Jiang, so she had to look at Zheng Guohao with help and begged: "Uncle, if the Fist Saint does not sell Grandpa Jiang's face, then he will always sell your face, right?"

Zheng Guohao's body trembled, and Wang Yan'er was obviously a little overwhelmed.

The martial arts world on the Peninsula has always been overwhelming the business world. Not to mention that the Boxing Saint does not sell their Zheng family’s face, the top ten chaebols on the Peninsula are added together. Park Young-heung said that if he doesn’t sell his face, he won’t sell his face.

Zheng Guohao opened his hands and wanted to hug Wang Yan'er: "Yan'er, I believe Chen Qiye will not lose..."

Wang Yan'er screamed at Zheng Guohao like a crazy lion dog, and pushed away the arms of her relatives.

"Don't comfort me."

"Zheng Guohao, just tell me directly whether you can save Xia Qiye from the Fist Saint."

"You know how deep I have feelings for him. I have only loved one man in my life. You must help me."

Zheng Guohao looked embarrassed: "I..."

"Zheng Guohao, answer my question, I want Chen Qiye to live. As long as he lives, I don't want anything else. You can definitely help me, right?" After Wang Yan'er went crazy, she became extremely calm again in an instant, and looked at Zheng Guohao pitifully and begged.

Zheng Guohao looked at Wang Yan'er on the verge of madness and felt extremely heartbroken. He suddenly thought of the way his younger sister married a foreign land more than 20 years ago.

The younger sister at that time was very similar to today. She kept asking Zheng Guohao, the brother, to help her escape from the sea of ​​suffering and not to marry far away, but how could her arm twist over her thighs?

The younger sister still married Wang Ye and died at the Wang Family Manor.

Just when Zheng Guohao didn't know how to comfort Wang Yan, Wuzhishui in the next boat suddenly shouted: "Chen Qiye is here."

Following several adjacent pleasure boats, there were pleasure boats and large ships moving further away.

At this time, a man in Zhongshan suit walked up from the turbulent water of the Han River.

When this man in Zhongshan suit appeared, dozens of martial arts masters suddenly emerged from four directions in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the Hanjiang Park.

Tang Yuanchen, Zhuo Jiudao, Lu Zhanshan, Niu Laoer, Long Yi and other Chinese martial arts masters stepped up the river, and stood consciously in two rows with men in Zhongshan attire as the center.

"Mr. Shen."

This greeting was shouted neatly by dozens of masters from the Chinese martial arts world. The sound was shocking and shocking, and resounded throughout the sky, like a loud sound of kilometers, echoing on the surface of the Han River for a long time.

The man in Zhongshan dress greeted him slightly, stepped on the river, and walked through the two rows of greetings without any haste, but his eyes pointed at the man standing in the wind, wearing barefoot white clothes and long hair.
Chapter completed!