"Now, people are mocking me everywhere in the entire Western country."

"This Chinese person almost ruined my reputation. He lost nearly half of my assets!"

Connor's mouth was like an angry lion, with blue veins on his face exposed and roaring in the hotel room. He had just hung up the phone and threw his cell phone to the ground.

The economic man next to him hugged his arms and said, "Connor, what you need now is calm."

"In the past, I often heard that China was an ancient and mysterious country. Now it seems that this sentence is true at all."

"Do you remember Bruce Lee who shined in Miligan?"

"Bruce Lee was also extremely strong back then, but... he fell on the territory of Miligan in the end..."

Connor looked at his economic man violently.

"What's the meaning?"

The agent said: "If you can lead Mr. Ye to Miligan... all accidents may happen..."

"Even if his speed is fast, can he be faster than bullets?"

Upon hearing this, the blue veins on Connor's face gradually disappeared, and a cold smile followed, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark spitting out a letter.

...

Suzhou, Xuanmiaoguan, Pinfang Teahouse.

Ye Qianqiu's life has returned to what he used to be.

Recently, Gu Yuan has been busy with his old Taoist.

Although there were many people coming to Xuanmiao to watch the fun, Gu Yuan still accepted more than ten qualified disciples from it.

You should know that since Gu Yuan’s grandfather, the talent has withered and no one has succeeded.

Nowadays, under the prosperous Chinese era, the Shenxiao Sect chose to join the world, which is the only choice that the Shenxiao Sect can continue.

Not all of these people will give precepts. As long as three or four people pass on the true Taoist teachings of the Shenxiao Sect, it is enough.

As for the martial arts of the Shenxiao School, how much it can be inherited depends on the understanding of the younger generation.

What's more, the most profound thunder technique of the Shenxiao Sect has long been lost.

Moreover, the existing thunder magic fragments are not something that ordinary people can understand thoroughly.

The gods are all in the body and transform into thunder in the sky. They have already left the level of martial arts and entered the level of Dharma.

Due to the limitations of heaven and earth, Ye Qianqiu could not reach that level.

Although Ye Qianqiu is a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, he has learned a lot and has learned all kinds of martial arts.

Tai Chi is what he has been studying for the longest time, and it is because of Tai Chi that he realized "qi".

Before he went to Zhucang City in eastern Guangdong, he was just an internal martial arts master.

But after meeting Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo, he truly entered the gate of martial arts.

Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo taught him all their lifelong unique skills.

Ye Qianqiu sat in the teahouse, and these past events flashed through his mind from time to time.

"It's time to visit an old friend..."

The appearance of the Fire Cloud Evil God made Ye Qianqiu know that he might have the chance to leave this world.

The leaf in his sea of ​​consciousness showed obvious abnormal movement after the appearance of the Fire Cloud Evil God.

It was even stronger than the throbbing of him and the Second Dragon Monk, Lian Yuxuan after the battle.

Perhaps, by killing the evil god of Fire Cloud, he can leave this world.

At this time, Chen Shixing sent a message to Ye Qianqiu.

"Master Ye, Connor seems to be dissatisfied and wants to have a second battle with you, but the location of this battle was chosen in San Francisco, Militaria."

When Ye Qianqiu saw this news, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then went back.

"Reject him! Tell him that I don't have time to compete with another defeated man."

Connor was just a stepping stone to Ye Qianqiu.

Why did Connor make another appointment?

Do you want to humiliate yourself again?

Ye Qianqiu felt that Connor would not be so stupid, and he felt a sense of conspiracy from it.

If it weren't for the bird's nest and not signing a life-and-death case in advance, and I was afraid that the impact would be bad, Ye Qianqiu would not have shown mercy to Connor, a foreigner who insulted China.

There are too many foreigners who died under his command.

...

Xiangjiang.

In a mansion.

The old man sitting in a wheelchair was watching the competition in the bird's nest that attracted worldwide attention.

In today's world, anyone with some skills cannot hide.

Warriors have never used their skills in peaceful and prosperous times, which is a historical necessity.

Martial people prospered in troubled times, and literati ruled in prosperous times.

The old man sitting in a wheelchair couldn't help but sigh as he watched the old acquaintance in the video.

Gone are the glorious years that were once gone.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in a suit walked into the yard.

"Old man, a distinguished guest has arrived."

The old man sitting in a wheelchair heard the word "distinguished guest" and supported the wheelchair with both hands, trying hard to support him.

"Is it him... he... come?"

The old man's face surged with a tide.

The middle-aged man said, "It's him... it's that senior..."

"Quick...quick...please come in..."

"No... push me out... I'm going to greet him in person..."

The old man looked very excited.

"For more than thirty years...for more than thirty years..."

"I didn't expect that my old bone would still have the day to meet my old friend again."

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie looked at the old man's excited expression and couldn't help but say, "Old man, I'll push you out..."

Outside the old house...

Ye Qianqiu looked at the familiar house and couldn't help but say, "A lot of things have gone through..."

At this time, two figures appeared from the gate of the old house.

A middle-aged man in a suit pushes an old man in a wheelchair.

The old man in the Tang suit grabbed his hands tightly on the wheelchair armrests when he saw Ye Qianqiu, and left ten fingerprints on the wheelchair armrests.

"Brother...I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Ye Qianqiu looked at the old man in Tang suit and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Brother, it's really you..."

The old man in Tang suit said.

"That's right, it's me... I haven't seen him for more than 30 years... It seems that my brother's health is pretty healthy..."

Ye Qianqiu said.

"If you don't die, how can I die?"

The old man in Tang suit laughed.

Ye Qianqiu strides forward and stands in front of the wheelchair.

The old man in Tang suit and Ye Qianqiu had his arms mixed together.

"Good brother..."

"Good brother..."

Many years ago, the friendship between the great master Ip Man and "Yan Luo" Ye Wushang was talked about by the people in the martial arts world.
Chapter completed!