The Kyoto Martial Arts Association's plan to defeat him failed, but it only allowed him to go further.

Feeling the astonishing aura fluctuations that belonged to the immortal cultivators, Qin Cheng was in high spirits at this time.

He felt that even if he was half-step into the realm at this time, he could easily defeat it.

"Qinmen, you will win!"

Everyone in the Qin Sect roared in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

What happened just now also stimulated them, and at this time, the Qin Sect was even more united.

"What just happened, that lightning and thunder are so scary."

The square in front of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association was already crowded.

Everyone talked about the sudden rainstorm and thunder just now.

"I guess someone is going to be on the job."

"I heard that every time Qin Cheng breaks through, there will be a thunderbolt born, could it be that this son has cultivated and improved?"

"Look at the direction, it is indeed the direction where the Qin Gate is located. However, if you are injured before the war, it is not good. ”

"Maybe you will be reborn after the catastrophe and become even stronger."

The crowd discussed eagerly.

The martial arts world is quite boring on weekdays, and martial artists often have to retreat when they practice, and even if there is a fight, they are mainly based on competition. This kind of life-and-death struggle rarely occurs.

As a result, the daily life of the warriors is very boring, and this station has attracted the attention of almost all the warriors in the hot summer.

"Who do you think will win? I'm betting on the Kyoto Martial Arts Association. A thin warrior interjected.

"Can I bet on this too?" Some people were surprised.

"Of course, there are bigwigs in the martial arts forum who have opened a special market. The martial arts association wins one to two, and Qinmen wins one to five. ”

"But even so, there are very few people in the Lower Qin Gate, and most people are optimistic about the Martial Arts Association."

"Does the Martial Arts Forum believe in the strength of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association so much?" Someone couldn't believe it.

"It's not just strength."

A knowledgeable person explained: "I heard some strong people vaguely mention it, and the reason seems to be the instrument of transformation. Some people have analyzed that the Kyoto Martial Arts Association has at least five transformation weapons, or even more. ”

"So many artifacts of the realm." Some gasped, others frowned.

According to legend, one artifact of transformation can be worth ten great martial arts sects, and Kyoto actually has more than five.

"And Qin Cheng has created Qinmen, the time is still shallow, I'm afraid there is not a single artifact of the realm. As a result, the gap is huge. ”

Not far away, Fang Xiaodie, who had already mixed in, pricked up her ears to listen, and when everyone finished discussing, she looked at her father curiously.

"Dad, is the Transformation Weapon really that strong? Why haven't I heard it before? ”

Fang Jingyao looked at his daughter a little speechlessly.

recalled the embarrassing scene he had just faced.

As a high-level security officer, he was also temporarily requisitioned to maintain order, but he didn't expect some of his subordinates to bring his daughter over.

And Fang Xiaodie had a big belly at the time, and her subordinates said that she claimed to be Qin Cheng's fiancée and was pregnant, and asked Fang Jingyao what to do.

At that time, Fang Jingyao wanted to slap this girl to death.

It's a pity that I can't do it.

He never forgot the expressions on his subordinates after they knew that Fang Xiaodie was his daughter.

Especially after seeing Fang Xiaodie come in, after taking out a few balls of cotton from her stomach, since she was talking about pregnancy, why didn't she really get pregnant.

Fang Jingyao was extremely depressed.

Although he didn't bother to pay attention to this naughty daughter, he still had to explain a few words.

"The weapon of the transformation realm is the name of the weapon that the transformation realm powerhouse has been cultivating by his side for many years, absorbing the breath of the transformation realm powerhouse all year round, so the weapon will be comparable to the transformation realm powerhouse with all his strength. Now there are very few powerhouses in the world, and the tools of the transformation realm are just as rare, so naturally your martial arts class will not teach you this. ”

"Then Qin Cheng doesn't have a single one, wouldn't it be a great loss." Fang Xiaodie became worried.

"The people from Qinmen are here."

I don't know who exclaimed, and suddenly the noisy square suddenly fell silent.

Old lady Su was also pushed to the venue by the chief manager.

The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and even if he is driven out of the Su family, he can still easily get an invitation.

Without participating in any discussion, he stared at the direction of Qin Cheng's side.

He didn't care about the female devil or the merits, he just wanted to watch Qin Cheng die before he died.

Here it comes!

The crowd was in a commotion, and they saw a group of warriors in the distance stepping forward, their breath soaring to the sky, and their momentum was amazing.

"Why are these people so murderous." Some warriors were remembered by the strength of their pores erected, and they couldn't help but hug their arms.

"Oops. It seems to have backfired. ”

On the second floor of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, looking at the gathering of everyone in Qinmen, the second president of the dragon chuckled in his heart, and glanced at the chairman of the council on the side.

He sent the video on his own initiative without consulting others.

I wanted to stimulate Qin Cheng to mess him up, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating.

"Qin Cheng." The sixth elder gritted his teeth, and when he saw Qin Cheng's appearance, his broken arm ached.

When he came to the square, Qin Cheng waved his hand, and everyone suddenly stopped.

His gaze swept around, including acquaintances and unfamiliar faces, and countless pairs of eyes were looking at him.

As he swept past the group of black-clothed masked people, Qin Cheng felt a faint aura of familiarity, but he didn't have time to close it.

Looking at the mansion of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Qin Cheng felt his blood begin to boil, he grabbed it in the air, sucked a flagpole not far away into his hand, and then threw it violently.

The metal flagpole roared out like a javelin at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, walk through the square.

Then with a bang, it smashed straight on the golden plaque in front of the association.

In a crackling sound, the plaque exploded and debris flew up.

The font was magnificent, symbolizing the plaque of the Jingwu Association, which was once the strongest martial arts association in the hot summer, and instantly disappeared.

On the second floor of the association, everyone's faces were already dark.

"Brutes of the Martial Arts Association, get out of here!"

Seeing that no one answered, Qin Cheng shouted, grabbed a flag again, and shot it at the vermilion lacquer gate.

"Presumptuous."

The gate opened suddenly, and a figure appeared, kicked out, and the flagpole suddenly flew back upside down.

Yin Chun snorted lowly, and a feminine aura flew out of his fingers, and the flagpole broke inch by inch.

"Qin Cheng, are you in such a hurry to find death?"

The head of the conference led everyone and rushed out, staring at Qin Cheng-for-tat.

Several presidents stood in front, followed by the directors, guards, and others.

However, in terms of scale, it is much smaller than in the past.

After all, many people were killed by Qin Cheng before.

Seeing the appearance of the eighth president, the crowd began to commotion.

The president of the eight congresses of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, each cultivated to the sky, and his strength was strong.

And it is extremely mysterious, deep and simple.

Many people want to see it.

However, as soon as a few people approached, they first felt a little uncomfortable in their noses.

These people from the Kyoto Martial Arts Association exude a strange smell.

There is an aroma, and the aroma is mixed with an indescribable stench.

It's like perfume in the stinking gutter.

"What's going on, what the hell are these presidents painted on?"

"The old men smell weird, don't they take a bath?"