Old Master Su was also pushed to the venue by the chief executive.

The lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he is driven out of the Su family, he can still get invitations easily.

He did not participate in any discussion, stared at the direction of Qin Cheng on the side.

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

Here comes!

The crowd was in a stir and saw a group of warriors stepping in the distance, with a breath soaring into the sky and amazing momentum.

"Why are these people so murderous?" Some warriors were remembered by Qi Jin and could not help but hold their arms.

"Oh no. It seems to have a counterproductive effect."

On the second floor of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, he looked at the wave of the weather that the Qinmen gathered and the President Long Er felt a sudden slap in his heart, and looked at the president beside him.

He took the initiative to send the video to the video, but did not discuss it with others.

I wanted to stimulate Qin Cheng and make him mess up, but I didn't expect to backfire.

"Qincheng." President Six's teeth were clenched. Seeing Qincheng's appearance, his broken arm hurt.

When he arrived at the square, Qin Cheng waved his hand and everyone stopped.

His eyes swept around, including acquaintances, strange faces, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at him.

When he swept through the group of masked men in black, Qin Cheng felt a faint familiar smell, but he had no time to close.

Looking at the residence of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Qin Cheng felt his blood start to boil. He grabbed it from the air, sucked a flagpole not far away into his hand, and then threw it suddenly.

This metal flagpole whizzed out like a javelin, with an amazing speed.

In the blink of an eye, cross the square.

Then with a soothing sound, it hit the golden plaque in front of the association's door.

Amid the cracking sound, the plaque exploded and debris splashed.

The font is majestic and symbolized the plaque of the Beijing-War Association, which was once the most powerful martial arts association in the summer, instantly disappeared.

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

"Get out of the beast from the Martial Arts Association!"

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

"presumptuous."

The door opened at this time, and a figure appeared, kicked out, and the flagpole flew backwards.

Yin Chun let out a low snorkeling, a feminine aura flew out of his fingers, and the flagpole broke inch by inch.

"Qin Cheng, are you looking for death in such a hurry?"

The president led everyone out in a row, confronting Qin Cheng's eyes.

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

However, in terms of scale, it is much smaller than in the past.

After all, many people were killed by Qincheng before.

Seeing President Eight appear, everyone started to stir up.

The presidents of the Eight Greatest Kyoto Martial Arts Association, each with great cultivation and strong strength.

And it is extremely mysterious and is in simplicity.

Many people want to see the style.

However, as soon as the few people approached, they felt a little uncomfortable in their noses.

These people from the Kyoto Martial Arts Association exuded a strange smell.

There is fragrance, and the aroma is mixed with indescribable stench.

It's like perfume sprinkled in a stinky ditch.

"What's going on? What the hell did these presidents paint?"

"The big men smelled strange. Don't they take a shower?"


Chapter completed!