When Mo Tian, the old man of the Mo family, was kicked to the ground by Dabao and Erbao a few times, the big guys in Zhonghai behind him were immediately stunned.

"This..."

"It's... This... That's what to do?"

Mo Wuji stayed where he was.

Long Jiutian and a group of people who hugged their fists and worshiped each other twitched their eyebrows and eyes, and their pupils constricted.

The group of wealthy businessmen in Zhonghai were also shocked, staring at each other, full of surprise and surprise.

They couldn't believe that the host of the banquet, Mo Tian, the old man of the Mo family, was kicked to the ground by two dogs like this?

Oh my god!

What's going on?

Isn't Fifth Master Lei here because of Mo Tiancai? Isn't Fifth Master Lei here because he came to attend the Mo family's dinner?

Lin Yu was also dumbfounded.

Li Yulan's eyes were almost bleeding, and she only felt that her head was not enough.

She stared blankly ahead, lost her mind for a long time, her red lips opened slightly, but her words trembled and muttered: "Ming... Ming Dong. Arrive... What the hell is going on?"

"It's... Didn't these people come to worship the old man of the Mo family, how... Why did you beat the old man of the Mo family?"

Luo Mingdong also looked depressed, and in the face of Li Yulan's doubts, he also shook his head and whispered: "I... How do I know, I won't come to worship Chu Yun. ”

"How is it possible, how can he be such a bastard boy with such great prestige that all countries in the world come to worship him? Li Yulan suddenly roared in a deep voice.

However, just when Li Yulan and the others were roaring.

Ahead, on the bank of the Huangpu River, after Dabao Erbao kicked Mo Tian away, Lei Lao Wu continued to stride forward, ignoring the worship of anyone around him, and walked towards the bank of the Huangpu River.

"Could it be..."

"Could it be..."

"Really came to worship him.... His?"

Seeing the scene in front of them, Lin Yu and the others trembled, the string in Luo Mingdong's heart also suddenly tightened, Li Yulan's mother and daughter also raised their heads in horror, and Mo Wuji and the rest of the people had almost the same thoughts, which swept out from the bottom of their hearts.

Finally, the greasy old man had reached the river.

Subsequently, everyone saw that Lei Lao Wu, who was originally very majestic, became so humble and respectful in the next moment.

He stood there, his cloudy old eyes looking at the back of the young man in front of him for a long time, like a veteran who had been retired for many years, and after countless years, he finally saw the old general again.

Lei Lao Wu was embarrassed to help himself, his old eyes were red, and finally in the shocked and violent eyes of everyone, this Yunyang Sect Master, the almost unparalleled Jiangdong Lei Wu Ye, actually groveled and knelt down in front of the young man in front of him.

He was full of tears, he hid his face and wept, and his sincere words echoed in the sky in the next moment.

"Mr. Chu, the fifth leader of Jiangdong has come to say hello to you!"

Lei Lao Wu kowtowed and bowed, and his deep words were full of respect and respect.

And with the fall of Lei Lao Wu's words, it was like a boulder entering the sea, and a stone actually set off a thousand waves.

Suddenly, the Jiangdong bigwigs who arrived with Lei Lao Wu walked out one after another at this moment.

Scar Li stepped out and bowed respectfully: "Jiangdong Li Bosheng, worship Mr. Chu!"

Lei Qingqiulian moved slightly, and said goodbye: "Jiangdong Lei Qingqiu, worship Mr. Chu!"

Old Man He drank in a deep voice, bowed down and worshipped: "Jiangdong Helan Mountain, worship Mr. Chu!"

......

In an instant, nearly ten people stepped out and bowed in unison.

Throughout the Huangpu River, the voices of reverence and worship were heard everywhere.

It is like a monstrous wave, sweeping all directions, but it is endless.

"This~This~"

"How is this possible?" Mo Wuji was stunned at that time.

Li Yulan's mother and daughter's brains are even more blank.

The entire Zhonghai tycoons and Long Jiutian, the martial arts families of Zhonghai, were even more stunned, but in their hearts, there were stormy waves sweeping through.

However, they will not know that what makes them tremble is just the beginning.

After Lei Lao Wu led everyone to kneel and worship, the masters of martial arts in those countries also stepped forward to worship.

"Philippine martial arts, Mr. Bai Chu!"

"Japanese martial arts, Mr. Bai Chu!"

.......

"Mi Guo Martial Arts, Sophia, meet Mr. Chu!"

......

Rumble~~

The voices rang out one after another.

The voices of everyone kneeling respectfully and worshipping converged into a stream, like waves, impacting the entire heaven and earth.

Mo Wuji was stunned.

Mo Tian was stunned.

Li Yulan was stunned.

Everyone who had despised Chu Yun before was stunned.

They never thought that these people really came to worship Chu Yun and that young man.

"He, to... Who the hell is it?"

Li Yulan was in a trance, and her brain was blank.

When she saw everyone competing to bow down to Chu Yun, Li Yulan's heart was only filled with panic and fear.

However, in the face of the worship of the ministers, the young man by the river was silent.

Still sitting peacefully by the Huangpu River, his expression was calm, and in his deep eyes, there were no waves in the ancient well, and there were no waves.

It's as if everything here has nothing to do with it.

He is not Mr. Chu, nor is he the Demon King of Chu.

He was just a young man fishing by the river, ignoring everything behind him.

"Brother Yun, shouldn't you say something?"

At this time, Ren Yuqing stuck it in Chu Yun's ear and gently reminded a few words.

After all, these people are all here to worship Chu Yun.

If Chu Yun has been ignoring it and hanging people here, it would be rude after all.

However, even if Ren Yuqing persuaded him, Chu Yun was still silent.

His gaze never left the river. The whole person sat still like an old monk, not moving at all, not saying a word.

Here, only the breeze sweeps and the river flows eastward.

Chu Yun didn't speak, and Lei Lao Wu and the others naturally didn't dare to get up.

Everyone in Jiangbei still knelt down and worshipped each other.

And Damm, Keith and other masters of martial arts from various countries also stood by the river, bowing and bending, not daring to get up.