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Yin'an Villa.

Su Qingge sat on the sofa, eating apples and watching the news.

The news is the live interview room, and a female reporter is interviewing a relevant expert professor.

The female reporter asked: "Professor Ma, regarding the upcoming martial arts league in the world, how much do you think we have the chance of winning the traditional martial arts in Xia Kingdom? Will Mr. Ye Yang, who is called Ye Shen by traditional martial arts, represent the representatives.

Xia Kingdom went to the West?"

The old man who was called Professor Ma smiled and replied: "It's not that I'm exaggerating, Western masters are emerging one after another. Traditional martial arts has a place in ancient my country, but the development in recent years is obvious to everyone. I think this is for tradition. A great test of martial arts.”

"Professor Ma, do you think the chances of winning traditional martial arts are not high?"

"good."

"But we have the ancient martial artist Ye Yang. I think if Mr. Ye Yang can represent traditional martial arts, there will be a great chance. After all, many people have seen his strength." The female reporter expressed his point of view in confusion.

Professor Ma smiled self-deprecatingly: "Mr. Ye Yang, who is shouted by traditional martial arts, I admit that he has great potential, but this person is too young and confident, which is not a good thing. Ye Yang is not old,

I'm afraid I haven't suffered any losses from Westerners."

"What you mean is that even with Mr. Ye Yang, it will be difficult for us to win?" asked the female reporter.

"Once Westerners stumbling on Ye Yang, he was almost powerless to turn things around. I recently observed Ye Yang, and everyone's expectations for him were too high. I always think that he was consuming his reputation, using

Come and make money.”

“…”

The interview continued. Su Qingge angrily smashed the apple directly to the ground, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, cursing: "What's the matter, what a bullshit expert."

Su Qingge had no appetite, especially when he heard Professor Ma talking on his special topic, he felt extremely disgusted.

But there are many interview programs like this.

Only the parties involved know that many people are using the sensation of this incident to achieve some of their own ulterior motives.

But no matter what the direction of public opinion is, Ye Yang never appeared, even if he said anything.

The war zone is like a deaf and mute person, pretending to be unable to see, listen, and can't speak.

......

A week later.

Jiangdong City, this bustling and magnificent metropolis, has a funeral team with nearly 8,000 people, occupying the entire main road in Jiangdong in one fell swoop.

At this moment, in a tavern near the corner of the street, a young man was quietly observing the team outside.

The voices of discussion around attracted his attention.

"Today, Mr. Wei was in funeral, and nearly 8,000 people saw him off. This is the largest in the city, right?"

"Yes, yes, only Mr. Wei can enjoy this kind of treatment."

Hearing these comments, the young man shook his head and took a sip of wine.

bell!

bell!

bell!

The cell phone rang on the table. He picked up the cell phone and a woman's voice came from the opposite side: "Ye Yang, the last successor of the Dragon Prisoning Formation has passed away. Today is the day of Mr. Wei's funeral. It seems that we have been in vain.

”

"You come back first, the food has been ordered."

Ye Yang put down his cell phone.

He came one step late.


Chapter completed!