In the box, the little girl who was originally bullied hurriedly ran out, glanced at Chu Yun when she ran, and remembered his appearance accurately.

Chu Yun's leg quickly hooked, and directly slammed the Gaoli stick to the ground, and stepped on his chest with a kick, pressing hard. The man suddenly exhaled and rolled his eyes, and screamed.

"When did you become so capable~, dare to run to our Huaxia to beat people~?" Chu Yun kicked him into the corridor hard, and was about to quickly rush over to catch him, but suddenly heard a voice.

"Hmph~, presumptuous~!"

This voice is very majestic, and when you hear it, you are accustomed to pretending.

Chu Yun raised his head and saw a man who looked to be in his thirties, with a Chinese character face, and was wearing a silver-gray Tang suit.

He took square steps and looked at Chu Yun with an angry face.

"Speak Chinese~, so you are also Chinese~" Chu Yun said lightly, "Since they are all Chinese~, why do you watch him bully your own people~?"

"What do you know~?You call destroying the friendship between the two peoples~, understand~?" the man said disdainfully.

"Hehe~, I don't understand these big truths~. I only know~, whoever bullies my friend~, who is my enemy~!" Chu Yun said coldly.

"Hmph~!" the man said lightly, "You are that Chuyun~?good boy~, I didn't go looking for you~, but you sent it to the door~." Today, I, Qi Yuankai, are going to try it~, what kind of uneducated thing did someone teach him~, dare to hurt my junior brother~, dare to beat me~!

"My parents gave birth to me and raised me~, my master taught me~, I think any one of them is a hundred times stronger than you~! No matter what, it will not be your turn to point fingers here~!"

When Chu Yun heard this, his eyes were also bright, this guy is Qi Yuankai~? He clenched his fists and stepped forward, and there was tension between the two.

Luo Zihuan was beaten so that the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he was dizzy, and when he saw Chu Yun making a move for himself just now, his heart was also very shocked. At this time, seeing that he and Qi Yuankai were arguing, he hurriedly stepped forward to defend it.

"Don't do it~, today we are sitting together to discuss big things~, why do it~" Luo Zihuan said with a smile.

He knew Qi Yuankai's power, and his grandfather would often sigh, saying that this person would bring devastating disasters to Cangzhou and even the entire Huaxia martial arts.

It's a pity that this person has good talent and scheming, and now he has also managed a certain amount of power, which is difficult to eradicate.

How could Qi Yuankai put Luo Zihuan in his eyes~? He snorted coldly and ignored it, but he was thinking in his heart, he didn't want this kid to go back alive today, lest the spring breeze blow and give birth again.

He is a person with a high level of martial arts cultivation, and his eyes are also very poisonous, and he can see at a glance that Chu Yun is a good material for martial arts.

Such a guy will either be used by him, or he will be completely eradicated.

He secretly lucked his internal strength, and was ready to make a palm, first abolish his dantian, and then poke him in the waist. Two simple moves can completely make him leave the martial arts arena.

"Brother Chu, slow down~!" Just as he was about to make a move, a cold voice came from the private room.

This sound entered his ears, and Chu Yun only felt goosebumps all over his body, as if he was in the zoo and saw the tiger approaching him step by step.

Qi Yuankai really stopped, looked back at the man and said softly: "Brother Pu~, what advice do you have~?"

He and Park Yucheng are just a relationship of mutual use.

The man who came out was muscular, wearing a thin shirt and light blue jeans, and a pair of cheap white-washed sneakers on his feet.

It seems that he is a simple person. It's just that this simple guy, his eyes are as cold as ice, and his momentum is as sharp as a blade.

He looked Chu Yun up and down, shook his head lightly, and said, "Are you kidding~?"

He looked at Luo Zihuan and Qi Yuankai with a sneer on his face.

"That's right~, he is Chu Yun who is going to represent us~, and fight against you~. Luo Zihuan didn't know where he got the courage, puffed up his chest, swollen his cheeks and said loudly, "Today is just a meeting between the two sides~, discuss the details~." If you're not sincere~, I don't mind just withdrawing the banquet~. ”

"That's not necessary~. Pu Yucheng said lightly, "If you come, you will be safe~, today at the wine table~, everything can be put down first~." ”

He was very interested in Chu Yun, and his eyes were always wandering around this stubborn young man.

Qi Yuankai was very dissatisfied with this, but Pu Yucheng, he could only let it go for the time being. Wait until you fake his hands and kill Chu Yun, and then think about cleaning up his business.

At that moment, everyone re-entered the private room and sat down, although they were still tense, but no one choked anymore.

"This time I went back to Huaxia~, for one thing~. "Park Yucheng said, "I was erased many years ago~, and the Huaxia Guoshu rank mark was erased~, this time~, I want to get it back~!"

Huaxia Guoshu rank, Chu Yun also heard the master talk about it.

In fact, there was no distinction between ranks in national arts, and from ancient times to the present, they all relied on the size of their fists to speak.

However, today's world is constantly developing and improving, such as taekwondo, karate and other techniques derived from national arts, because of the strict hierarchy, they have been able to develop rapidly in South Korea, island countries and other countries, and become a national sport.

So a few decades ago, a group of old antiques from the martial arts world studied a set of national art rank division marks together.

To put it simply, it is to divide the national art into three major stages, the eagle level, the tiger level, and the dragon level. Each level is divided into three ranks: green, silver, and gold.

That Mo Feng is a master of national art in the Qinghu rank.

But Zhao Shanhe also said that this division of ranks is actually more suitable for those who mix on the scene. None of them can be regarded as real warriors.

The so-called eagle, tiger, and dragon actually correspond to the three levels of light, darkness, and strength.

"Martial artists should be unhindered~, and practice martial arts wholeheartedly~. Zhao Shanhe said, "In the future, you will inherit my mantle~, just hand over the affairs of the Eight Extremes Sect to your uncle~, you will devote yourself to practicing martial arts~." ”

Now Chu Yun has been able to comprehend Master's painstaking efforts at that time, and the affairs of the Eight Extremes Sect have taken up too much of his time and energy.

However, he was slightly different from Zhao Shanhe, he had a sense of responsibility and felt that the Eight Extremes Sect was his responsibility and could not be put aside.

Now that he heard Park Yucheng talk about the rank, and Luo Zihuan explained it privately, he knew that the other party was also a Chinese, but he was just an ethnic minority.

Before Park was smuggled to South Korea, he was once a master of the Golden Tiger rank. It's just that he did an evil thing that caused a sensation in the martial arts world, slaughtered the enemy's family, and destroyed a martial arts school, so he was wanted by the whole martial arts arena and removed from the list.

In fact, this incident also caused a sensation at the highest level of public security, but it was suppressed for some reason.

After many years, he actually came back.

As a young man, Chu Yun naturally didn't know about these past events, but when he learned later, he only felt a chill down his spine.

Angry at every turn, destroying people, this is not common in martial arts, let alone modern civilized society.

The banquet went on as usual, and it didn't end until ten o'clock.

During this time, they discussed the location of the competition, which was originally planned to be held in South Korea, but was changed to Cangzhou City, and the time was a month later.

Qi Yuankai stared at Chu Yun coldly: "As a junior in the martial arts world~, you can have the opportunity to compete with the Golden Tiger-level master seniors on the same stage~, you should feel that the glory is~." It's just that when the time comes~, remember to ask the people of the Eight Extremes Sect to prepare a coffin for you~. ”

The implication is that he is very contemptuous, Zhao Shanhe doesn't care about the division of ranks, he is marginalized by the contemporary martial arts world. Even if it's a tall and strong martial arts, what can it do~?In the end, it's not a miserable guest death~!hum~!

Unexpectedly, Chu Yun didn't care about this, it was really ridiculous. Qi Yuankai estimated that although this kid had a good talent, if he really had to be counted as a rank, he was at most a Silver Eagle level martial artist. and Park Yucheng, there is a world of difference.

This time on stage, he is dead~!hahaha~!

"Hehe~. Chu Yun smiled disdainfully.

He stared at Qi Yuankai without any fear.

After the meal, Luo Zihuan sent Chu Yun home. They were silent on the road, and when Chu Yun got off the car at the place, he stopped: "Chu Yun~, thank you for today~." ”

"I'm not helping you~, I'm helping Grandpa Luo~. Chu Yun said lightly, "I still don't like you very much~, so after helping you this time~, we won't have anything to do with it anymore~." ”

With that, he strode into the house without looking back.

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The night was deep and silent, and in the suite on the top floor of the five-star hotel and the Golden Palm Hotel in Cangzhou City, the girl's mournful cry was heard from time to time.

"Ah~!You spare me~, I don't earn your money, woo woo woo~, I don't want any money~, you let me ....... ”

The cry was terrible, heartbreaking, and mixed with extreme panic.

There was even a waiter passing by, and his hair stood on end in fright. They ran to the manager, who went up with security and knocked on the door.

"Sir~, do you need any help~?" the manager asked politely.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man in a shirt and jeans, who looked lean and had cold eyes.

"It's okay~, the two of us are joking~. He dodged away, and the manager and the others looked and saw the girl sitting on the sofa.

The girl was draped in a blanket and wrapped tightly around her body. Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes were extremely red and swollen. The manager asked her, but she also shook her head and said nothing, so everyone had to withdraw.

When they were gone, Park turned around and slammed the door shut, striding over to the sofa and sitting down.

"Come~, serve me well~, serve me comfortably~, give you a lot of money~!" he said coldly.

The girl trembled with fright, got up and obediently came to Park Yucheng, and bent down with difficulty. With a vigorous pull, Pu Yucheng ripped off the blanket on her body, revealing her white and tender body.

The originally smooth and fair skin was full of horrible tooth marks, pinching marks, and bruises, and there was hardly a single intact piece of skin.

Especially the originally pink pur head, which was indeed bitten red and swollen at this time, was shocking. It's no wonder that this girl screamed so badly at that time.

At this time, another girl was pacing uneasily in a simple rented house in an urban village. With a laptop spread out on the table and a flickering screen, she logged on to QQ and kept sending messages to her sister.

This girl is none other than the waitress who Chu Yun inadvertently saved in the private room of the Flowing Years.

"Sister~, come back quickly~, I have something to tell you~!" she anxiously sent WeChat, QQ, and called, but her sister who works in the bar has never heard back~!