"Chief, please build me a ring on Qingyang Lake in Qingzhou!" Rong Zhihao thought of the novel he had read before!

"Qingyang Lake, the ring!" the first and second leaders lit up at the same time.

"Chief, I'm a man of the rivers and lakes -- I set up a ring there a few days ago, didn't it already report it in the tabloids and on the Internet?" Rong Zhihao joked.

"Oh--hehehehe......"

Rong Zhihao's words, coupled with his expression, even the first and second leaders couldn't help laughing.

The Qinglong Guards happened yesterday, but the ring at Qingyang Lake seems to have existed a long time ago, and it feels like it is obviously not aimed at the cardinal archbishop.

Yubi Mountain, a hundred zhang high jade bi is as smooth as jade, stretching out nearly 500 meters into the lake.

Fifty meters from the shore, there is a ring 20 meters high and 100 meters square.

The ring is made of I-shaped steel frames, which are exceptionally strong.

Although it has been treated with anti-rust, perhaps because it has been too long, the steel frame is rusty.

The diagonal bridge passage leading to the ring on the shore was just as strong, but the wooden planks that padded to the passage were also gray and rotten because of the rain and sun!

Except for the tall woods in the distance, the grass was trampled in a mess, and there were drink bottles, empty cigarette boxes, paper towels and so on all around.

Even the couplets hanging on both sides of the ring, the big red cloth looked old because of the whitening. At first glance, you can tell that it has been hanging for at least a long time.

The tone of this couplet is not small, and the upper couplet is: Who dares to come to Huaxia with a fist! The lower couplet is: Looking at the world, no one is invincible! The horizontal criticism is even more confusing: Lao Tzu is the first in the world.

Others criticized it in four words, but he was good, six words!

At first glance, you know that bullshit doesn't make sense.

"You're doing a good job!"

In a hidden barracks twenty kilometers away from the ring, Rong Zhihao blew on the tea leaves floating on the water and took a sip gently.

"Are the audience ready?" Rong Zhihao asked.

Pretend, pretend to be like.

"Well, tomorrow there will be tea eggs, kebabs, temporary bars, food stalls, everything you need...... Oh yes, and there are yacht sampans to rent, hehe--"

Dressed in a velvet suit, he looks upright, but his smile is a little playful.

Rong Zhihao smiled knowingly: "An Ran, let's go, the lakes and mountains here are good!"

......

Zhongzhou Hotel, the Patriarch of Zhongzhou is accompanying the cardinal to have breakfast.

Although the Patriarch of Zhongzhou has not been recognized by the government, he is equal to the cardinal, and they have nothing to do with each other, but they are guests from afar.

"Patriarch, you haven't found out where the cultivator is?" the cardinal archbishop asked with disdain, seemingly nonchalant.

"Cardinal, I really haven't heard of any cultivators!" Even if he is a clergyman, even if the government does not recognize his status, as a citizen of China, although the patriarch's words are polite, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and he has not lost the majesty of China.

"I don't know what 'cultivators' are, but the Chinese folk are martial arts, and those martial artists are not considered the cultivators that the cardinal said?"

"Why don't you even know about 'cultivators'?" the cardinal archbishop snorted coldly: "Then tell me, what kind of people are martial artists, and what kind of cultivation?"

"This ...... I don't know, you must know that the people of China love peace, never fight and kill, and practice martial arts only to strengthen their health. The Patriarch of Zhongzhou replied coldly.

"What is the use of practicing martial arts? I'm not looking for this kind of person!" the cardinal archbishop said angrily: "I want the kind of person I wanted yesterday. But of course, seeing Mu Ran's Patriarch of Zhongzhou, he sighed helplessly in his heart: "Let's talk about it......"

This cardinal archbishop was bribed by the Lijian Empire with a lot of money, and the pope sent the most powerful and skilled him to China, called exchange, but in fact to seek revenge.

The Lijian Empire also guessed that there was a great figure in Huaxia, and they wanted to wipe this person out of the cradle.

"That's right!" Patriarch Zhongzhou took out a newspaper from the black leather document beside him: "The 'Street Talk' said that half a month ago, on Qingyang Lake in Qingzhou, there were people guarding the battle......!

"Oh, Qingzhou, fighting, not a single move, how is the skill of the person who came to the stage to fight?"

"I heard that they are all famous boxers in the country!"

"A famous boxer?"

"No, no, no, at least it's all boxing sects!"

"What level is the Fist Sect?"

In order to show his erudition, the cardinal archbishop did not dare to ask, but muttered in his stomach.

"In this case, you can take me to see it right away!" The cardinal archbishop was confused: It can't be just a martial artist, right? How could a martial artist smash a plane down with a stone? By the way, the aircraft carrier suddenly lost its contact signal, it couldn't be their quality problem, right? The people of Huaxia didn't even know what a cultivator was, how could there be such a powerful person?

The money has been taken, let's go and have a look, anyway, in the three days I have been here, this is the most powerful person in Huaxia.

Less than half an hour after the cardinal left the Zhongzhou Hotel, the OnePlus transport helicopter began to take off on the tarmac not far from the No. 1 and No. 2 chiefs' office halls.

The two chiefs can not go, they can see the live broadcast in the office, and there, they can't go to the ring to watch, and they are also facing the screen.

But they can't rest assured - they can't rest assured that they will win or lose this competition, and they can't rest assured that Rong Zhihao and his son can't rest assured.

Qingyang Lake in Qingzhou was originally a very famous tourist resort, but Yubi Mountain is rarely visited by tourists here for special reasons, but today is different.

Rong Zhihao knew that the government had organized nearly 20,000 people, and they said that they were tourists, but they were more plainclothes than plainclothes; what they didn't expect was that nearly 100,000 people came at once!

"Hehe, that's better! An Ran, let's prepare!" In the barracks, Rong Zhihao and Rong Anran used the bone shrinking method to scandalize themselves, Rong Zhihao became a burly man of thirty-five or sixteen years old, wearing black clothes and black leanings; Rong Anran became a sloppy boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with a roe head rat, but he wore a set of camouflage uniforms that could be bought for twenty or thirty yuan on the street, and strangely enough, he had a miniature submachine gun in his arms.

Behind them, there were three people, two of them were young in their arms, and they were also holding a miniature submachine gun, all three of them were from the Erqing Dragon Guard, one with silver hair, from the Hidden Dragon Brigade, and two were middle-aged men with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, from the Panlong Brigade.

Rong Zhihao has taught them, and this time they come, it is entirely possible that their lives will be in danger, but they are not afraid.

They want to avenge their comrades, even if they are blood-spattered on the battlefield!

Especially the old man from the Hidden Dragon Brigade, he usually gets along with the Hidden Dragon No. 3, this time, he has already prepared for the horse leather shroud, according to his words, that is: "I am a dying person, what is there to be afraid of!"

Outside the barracks, there was a scrapped car, probably bought from a recycling station, but it was not only dilapidated and old, but also pitifully small, and the three people in the back seat would definitely not be able to sit in it if they were not stacked!

This car, except for the horn that doesn't sound, should be all ringing!

The car swayed past the red-clothed lord who had just gotten out of the car, drove hard across the grass, and stopped on the side of the inclined bridge, and five people got out of the car, led by the white-haired old man, and walked towards the ring.

"Hmm, shot!" the cardinal laughed.

Because he found out that out of the five people, three people had aura fluctuations.

He hurriedly set up the camera for the reporters he brought from abroad.

I saw the white-haired old man come to the chair in front of the table of the Eight Immortals in the middle of the ring, and sat down with a golden sword, two with guns, one on the left and one on the right, twenty steps apart, looking around vigilantly.

A thirty-five or sixteen-year-old man with no aura fluctuations in his body offered tea to the old man, and then, a strong man with five big and three thick eyes glared angrily, and opened his voice and shouted: "Although I will meet friends with martial arts, I hope that the last one is a little more decent, not like the few days ago, I can't pass a move;

Dahan looked around at the shore of the lake: "The competition starts, punch me, I'll give five hundred, knock me into the water, I'll give five thousand, but then again, although I can't kill, but my fists and feet have no eyes, if you bump and hurt, don't blame me!"

"I'm coming!" someone on the shore shouted, and a short figure, instead of running towards the inclined bridge, flew directly over the water!

"Interesting, hehe!" the cardinal sneered, "I can't help myself!"

This guy has good light skills, but the aura fluctuations are too weak.

Sure enough!

The short man flew to the ring, and after the two exchanged names, the big man who was guarding the ring pushed with both palms, and the fist wind pushed the little man out of the ring and pushed him into the water!

However, the little man was also very good, and before the sampan could get close, he flew up wet from the water and landed on the sampan accurately.

The second one to get into the ring was a somewhat terrifying big man, at least 1.95 meters tall, and when he walked across the inclined bridge, the planks made a "chirping" sound, as if he was not very burdened and was about to fall apart.

Although the big man walked lightly, he was very steady, and his gait was absolutely even, and his stride length was not different, which proved that his kung fu was very solid.

The cardinal archbishop also felt his strong spiritual power fluctuations: Well, how about looking at this again.

Through the name, the big man Siping stepped into a step, and raised his hand to be a cross fist with both offense and defense, the opponent turned sideways, and the body shook, and waited for the big man to punch the old, and the backhand hit ten Luo dim sum.

Both palms were clapped solidly, and the big man shook for a while.

It seems that the Han is not only strong, but also battle-hardened.

As his body shook, he struck a horizontal thunder fist.

The thunder fist was about to fall on the opponent's waist......

The other party is not a vegetarian, so he fell backwards, supporting the ground with both hands, looking like a carp playing up, but in fact, a rabbit kicks his legs......

"Bang!" With a bang, the big man weighing more than 200 pounds flew in the air and took off towards the lake.

Although the big man's kung fu is solid, the rabbit's double kick is kicked diagonally from the bottom to the top.

Two moves, one came and one went out, everyone only used two moves, and the big man was defeated!

There were stumbling bursts of applause mixed with shrill screams from the lake.

The cardinal archbishop suddenly found out that he was wrong, this person on the stage did have some means, although he couldn't use stones to smash down Mach 3's plane, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it was already terrifying, no worse than what he had dealt with.

Looking at the white-haired old man sitting there drinking tea as steady as Mount Tai, the cardinal's feet began to move......

Here it comes!

The four people on the stage began to breathe nervously, and carefully prepared their defenses, only Rong Anran, who was short of breath and blushed, looking nervous and excited.

100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters......

The cardinal archbishop didn't walk fast, and he was very casual, and what he thought in his heart was: a place where even cultivators didn't know anything, he could get his hands on it.

Although he is not the person he is looking for, he is worthy of the reward he received if he kills a few more.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters......

It was only twenty meters away from the ring, and the four people on the stage held their breath at the same time, only Rong Anran was the opposite, because of excitement and nervousness, his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Peng!"

The cardinal finally stepped into the ring, and the gun in the hands of the soldiers of the Panlong brigade, who was holding a miniature submachine gun twenty meters away from the edge of the ring, fell to the stage, and his men also fell backwards at the same time, and their seven holes were bleeding......

The white-haired old man puffed up his chest, and Rong Zhihao moved lightly in front of him.

Under Rong Zhihao's secret signal, the big man who was fighting just now also stepped back step by step.

Thirty meters, twenty-five meters, twenty-two meters.

The cardinal is getting closer and closer to Rong Zhihao......

Rong Zhihao knew that the only thing he could do was to shrink his divine thoughts, and then shrink them, hoping that the other party would hurt him a little less, because, at the moment of hurting people just now, Rong Zhihao didn't see the light at all!

The other party uses the power of light, that's for sure, but why didn't you see it?

There is only one answer, that is, if the light cultivates to a certain extent, it can be without light, this is what the information of the Lord said, Rong Zhihao did not expect that the other party had cultivated to the point of no light, and he had no other way than defense.

Seeing his father's appearance, Rong Anran was anxious, but his father didn't allow him to move, so anxious that his eyes rolled in tears.

Twenty-one meters, twenty meters......

"Peng!" came again, and Rong Zhihao was invisibly knocked out, smashing the table behind him, and crashing into the white-haired old man, and blood gushed out from the seven orifices at the same time.

"Dad--" Rong Anran's tears fell instantly, and he glared at the cardinal archbishop through gritted teeth, while aiming the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the other party......