The warrior monk Dalong stood up and shouted loudly, "Good", and his face showed an expression of horror and admiration.

There is no comparison, there is no gap, there is no comparison, there is no harm, Zheng Ya's combat effectiveness at this time made the warrior monk Dalong extremely admired and surprised.

originally thought that he had made great progress, and originally thought that when he saw the golden boy Zheng Ya again, he might be able to fully gain the upper hand, but the result of the battle let the warrior monk Dalong know that the gap between himself and Zheng Ya was not only not narrowing, but also expanding rapidly in a way that he could not accept.

This Zheng Ya, how can he progress so fast.

At the scene, under the leadership of the warrior monk Dalong, there was a cheer, Wu Qing was very happy in his heart, and he shouted loudly: "Okay", he was excited in his heart, and a glass of wine was poured down again.

Front, Wu Qing and Zheng Ya came together, full of people's eyes.

In his heart, he breathed a bad breath, but now, witnessing Zheng Ya's great might, extremely powerful and instantly knocking down three opponents, Wu Qing's heart swelled with a feeling of raising his eyebrows and reproducing the feeling of the day.

The evil spirit of being despised is gone.

Zheng Ya faced a smile and stood in the middle of the stage, beside him, three opponents fell.

Min Wuyue was slapped and flapped, and after spinning like a top a few times, she fell on the stage, her mind was dizzy, she wanted to stand up, she held it up a few times, her throat was sweet, and she opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood; Cui Changjun fell to the ground on his side, knocked unconscious by Zheng Ya, and his legs were still cramping; Qi Jianqiang covered his chest with one hand, knelt on one knee, and looked at Zheng Ya with a shocked expression, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Looking left and right, Zheng Ya finally looked at Jiang Mushu in the audience, and said lightly: "Pavilion Master Jiang, do you think there is still a need to fight?" ”

Jiang Mushu looked at the top absolute masters selected from several martial arts halls that he brought, and looked at their current state, but he knew that this one, in fact, there was no need to fight at all.

Vice President Zhao was extremely comfortable in his heart, and laughed: "I don't think there is any need to fight, Lao Jiang, you said it, as long as Zheng Ya draws the three of them, you will automatically admit defeat, hahaha, I don't know, is it a draw now." ”

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Golden boy Zheng Ya, the king of Huashan, is really powerful, and this battle shows Zheng Ya's strength to the fullest.

The three little masters at the level of a little grandmaster fell under Zheng Ya's hands without any suspense, which means that Zheng Ya must at least be a master at the level of a grandmaster.

At such a young age, he can reach such a height, he is really envious of the dead, such a master, given time, I am afraid that he will become one of the best figures in today's martial arts.

Jiang Mushu was so excited that he couldn't raise his interest, there was such a battle situation, but he never thought that among the disciples of Guoshu, such a master would be born, what could he say?

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Mushu arched his hands and said in his mouth: "I didn't expect the golden boy Zheng Ya to be there, and I didn't expect the golden boy Zheng Ya to have reached the realm of the grandmaster, admire and admire, in this case, the matter of this star rating, don't say it, Vice President Zhao, your luck is very good, a good disciple cultivated by the Mo Pavilion Master, hahaha, if you lose, you lose, take the three of them with you, let's go......"

A few disciples went up, supported the three little masters, and quickly retreated, the three of them are now fully conscious, but their faces are very ugly, they all lowered their heads, leaning on the bodies of the disciples next to them, feeling that they have no face to see people.

Jiang Mushu also lost the arrogance he had when he first came, and with a group of people, he retreated quickly outside with his head down and dejectedly.

I came with a fortune, thinking that I was nine out of ten, but who knew that I would encounter a master and return in defeat.

The heroes and heroes in the audience witnessed Jiang Mushu leaving, their eyes were full of smiles, provoking the national arts, is this considered a self-inflicted humiliation?

Vice President Zhao laughed, stood up, and took the lead: "Golden boy Zheng Ya, worthy of the name, good, see you today, that is really a young hero, unparalleled in the world, good, good, to know the golden boy Zheng Ya, it is really the biggest harvest of this gathering, good, good, good ......"

In the hall, there was warm applause, which can be regarded as the latest understanding of Zheng Ya and the warmest welcome.

This kind of applause, this kind of enthusiasm, that is, not much weaker than when Master Yonglin arrived, the masters of the audience, standing in unison, holding their palms together, that is a welcome to the hero, a kind of respect for the master.

Zheng Ya smiled and bowed deeply to the bottom, then walked off the stage and walked over to his wine table.

At this time, Pavilion Master Mo stood up and said in a loud voice: "Zheng Ya, you are a member of my Yuntie National Technique, and you happened to meet in this place today, why don't you come and get together?" ”

The table of the owner of the Mo Pavilion, which was one of the real chairmen of the venue, was in a very good position, and it was full of seniors, and now he was invited, which naturally gave Zheng Ya enough face.

Zheng Ya looked at the table and saw several masters who showed a kind smile to him, including Lang seniors who let him go through the side door and educate himself to understand the rules.

With a bright smile on his face, Zheng Ya still raised his steps, walked in his direction, and said loudly: "Thank you, owner, I'd better go back, my friend brought me to this party, if it weren't for the special situation, I would be an ordinary participant, and everyone would just be if I hadn't been here." ”

Wu Qing smiled at Zheng Ya over there, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Okay, you come back, brother, I'll toast you a few more glasses, hahaha......"

Pavilion Master Mo smiled, and said in his mouth: "Okay, then that's it, after I go back, I hope that you can go to Yuntie more often, Zhou Wu's disciples are all real Golden Boy fans." ”

Zheng Ya turned his head and happened to see a look of adoration on Zhou Wu's face. Well, perhaps, this is really a fan of itself.

In the midst of applause, Zheng Ya walked to his seat, smiled at Wu Qing, and sat down very casually.

To my surprise, not long after sitting down, Tuoba Yanqiong chuckled, walked over, sat down next to Zheng Ya with a smile on her face, lowered her voice and said: "Zheng Ya, I knew you were amazing, giggles, I didn't expect you to be really a famous golden boy, giggles, my master thought you were an unmotivated second generation cultivator." ”

Wu Qing whispered beside him: "Stupid, don't you know that with Zheng Ya's cultivation strength, he will be inferior?" Hehe, as soon as Vice President Zhao said the golden boy Zheng Ya, I knew it was this guy, who knew that he still didn't admit it, what did he say, the sea with the same name and surname in the world went to ......"

Zheng Ya chuckled and said, "Isn't it?" The world has the same name and surname, but I didn't say that I was not the golden boy Zheng Ya, I just elaborated on the fact that there are many people with the same name and surname. “

Tuoba Yanqiong chuckled: "Zheng Ya, you call it stealing the concept, it's very bad." “

The three of them were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, not far from Zheng Ya's table, four martial arts masters, who didn't even know each other's names, and those masters who had been at the same table with Zheng Ya showed a constipated expression at this time.

Once, a God-given opportunity, an opportunity in front of them, to make friends with contemporary figures, with powerful masters, and probably grandmaster-level masters, was wasted by them.

Think about the brave young man in front of me like a snake and scorpion, and think about the ridicule of this young man in front of me for being a rice bucket, and feel ashamed......

Think about it, it feels very bad, it's not a taste, things in the world, why is it so fucked up, could it be that as the warrior monk Dalong said, all martial arts masters have a bad taste of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

The conscience of heaven and earth, Zheng Ya participated in the martial arts exchange meeting this time, just to see and see, just to get to know a few martial arts figures, and really didn't want to be in the limelight, if it weren't for the warrior monk Dalong to find himself out, he really wouldn't have made a move at will.

The three of them chatted for a few words, and the warrior monk Dalong had already taken a big stride, walked over slowly, and sat down at Zheng Ya's table very familiarly, his eyes widened, and he said: "Okay, you golden boy, how did you practice, how did you make such great progress, I haven't seen you for a few days, I was left behind by you, I can only look at your back and sigh." “

Zheng Ya laughed: "Don't you know? Is there a genius in this world? I, haha, am the kind of genius who is talented, endowed with talents, flies thousands of miles, and stands alone in the world? ”