Chu Zhanxiong was amused and crying: "I actually want to ask, who is better than the dwarf winter melon from that island country?"

Su Feng took a sip of water and said slowly: "It's hard to say, after all, I haven't had any fight with Miyamoto's Kung Fu - but I feel that their martial arts skills should be domineering, and they are somewhat similar to Jiang Han Ren. If you really count it, you can probably get 50% off."

Ye Wan couldn't help asking, "Xiaofeng, then you think, what will happen if our Long Xia loses?"

"There is no consequence, it's just embarrassing." Su Feng sneered.

Suddenly, Su Feng's phone rang.

When he looked down, it turned out that the fourth elder had taken the initiative to contact him.

Su Feng hurriedly left the restaurant, walked to a relatively secluded place, and started to communicate with the fourth elder.

"Mr. Su, have you heard that Jiang Han Ren and Miyamoto's Burial God are going to have a decisive battle?" The fourth elders went straight to the topic.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"That's right, Mr. Su, I hope you can go to the scene to watch this battle tomorrow, how about?"

Su Feng did not agree immediately, but frowned and asked on his own initiative: "Do you want me to go, or does the Dragon Lord mean?"

After being exposed, the fourth elder was a little embarrassed and coughed twice and said, "In fact, it was the Dragon Lord who wanted to invite Mr. Su to watch. Anyway, you are also the chief instructor of the Canglong Team."

Su Feng sneered and said nothing.

It seems that the Dragon Lord is still not very at ease with Jiang Han Ren's strength, so he asked Su Feng to use it as a guarantee.

As if he noticed that Su Feng was not in a good mood, the fourth elder hurriedly said, "Mr. Su, are you unwilling to go?"

Su Feng took a deep breath: "No, it's nothing, I promise you that I will go to the scene tomorrow."

No matter what, this duel is all about Long Xia's face and national destiny, and it cannot be missed.

After all, the island people took the initiative to provoke Long Xia. As a Long Xia person, he naturally could not stand by and watch.

The fourth elder, as if he was afraid that Su Feng would repent, quickly said, "That's great, Mr. Su, I'll send someone to pick you up to the scene tomorrow morning, how about it?"

"It's okay, since I promised you, I will definitely go."

Su Feng heard the panic of the fourth elder and quickly gave the other party a heart-warming agent.

After hanging up the phone, Su Feng briefly told his family about this matter, which immediately aroused Ye Wanrong's opposition.

"Xiaofeng, Lord Long asked you to come over. Wouldn't you want you to take action again?"

Su Feng was amused and crying: "Of course not. I just attended as an instructor in the martial arts district, which can be regarded as a cheering for Long Xia - tomorrow's protagonist is not me, so how can I talk about taking action against the enemy?"

"That's good, that's good." Ye Wanrong was relieved.

After dinner, everyone should practice what they should practice and what they should rest. Only Su Feng returned to the room, quietly opened the Wushuang Sword Box, and took the initiative to wipe the sword inside.

Thinking of tomorrow's duel, a cold light bursts into Su Feng's eyes.

The next day.

The Chu family got up early, sat around the TV, waiting for the start of the global live broadcast.

Su Feng also brought the Wushuang Sword Box, said goodbye to his family, slowly walked to the gate, and met the martial arts special car that had been waiting for a long time.

The fourth elder got out of the car and opened the door for Su Feng: "Mr. Su, please!"

Su Feng was not polite and got into the car with his sword box in his arms.

The fourth elder naturally recognized the sword box and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Su, are you preparing to bring the sword box?"
Chapter completed!