The dusty memory was opened again, and the past poured into his mind like a tide, and the martial artist practiced martial arts all year round, and his mind was far clearer than ordinary people, and it didn't take long for someone to remember the origin of the name.

But there was more panic on the face of the warrior who remembered this name, and he covered his open mouth with an incredible look.

Seeing this, the person next to him couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, can't you see the hell?"

The man trembled and said, "Wang Jiangyuan..."

"What? what's wrong with Wang Jiangyuan?" the person who spoke frowned and asked impatiently, of course he knew that the person in the ring was called Wang Jiangyuan.

The warrior who remembered this name looked frightened, and grabbed the shoulder of the person he was talking to with his hand, and his fingers kept being so hard that he grabbed others in great pain.

The person who was caught wanted to complain about something, but the martial artist's serious eyes still made him obediently shut his mouth, and under his gaze, the martial artist said word by word: "Wang Jiangyuan is one of the founders of the Martial Arts Alliance, and the strongest martial artist of the Three Realms at the beginning. ”

Hearing this answer, the person who was caught was stunned for a moment, and then vetoed: "How is it possible, wasn't that more than five hundred years ago?"

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by all the martial artists, and many of them were originally suspicious of the name Wang Jiangyuan, thinking that it was their own memory that was wrong with it, but when they heard others say this, they muttered in their hearts.

Inside the grass pavilion, Ning Qian looked at Wang Bo beside him with obedient eyes, since the old man had signed up for the number, Wang Bo had been frozen on the spot.

As the hall master of Baiyun Hall, of course Ning Qian knew that Wang Jiangyuan was the founder, but Wang Bo's appearance was too exaggerated, could it be that he thought that the same surname Wang could get a little blood relationship?

Under Ning Qian's gaze, Wang Bo slowly came back to his senses, his face full of fat regained his vigor again, he just turned around, and looked at Ning Qian with four eyes.

"Ning Qian, do you know that one of my ancestors' ancestors is called 'Wang Jiangyuan'..."Wang Bo's eyes were full of joy, and he told Ning Qian this matter without taboo.

This time it was Ning Qian's turn to be shocked, he didn't expect this fat man to really have something to do with this mysterious powerhouse who suddenly appeared, hiss, if you think about it carefully, things seem to make sense.

The martial arts alliance is not a martial artist with developed limbs as rumored by the outside world, and there are not a few people with smart minds, so why does the alliance leader want to let a fat man with only one strength be the hall master of the Houtu Hall?

It was not easy to make false accounts, why did the alliance leader choose to settle accounts after the autumn when he was angry but did not severely punish Wang Bo on the spot?

It turned out that Wang Bo's old ancestor, that is, the founder of the Wulin League, was still alive with the last hole card, and Shao Xinglong had to give this old ancestor a face.

After figuring it out, Ning Qian's eyes when he looked at Wang Bo became different, and the friends who stayed by your side suddenly told you that he was like a multimillionaire, and the grass chicken turned into a phoenix, which made it difficult for Ning Qian to accept.

In this way, it seems that the person who will end up the most miserable in the end is himself, Ning Qian complained in his heart, with such an old ancestor who has lived for nearly five hundred years, won't all problems be solved?

Looking at the suddenly developed fat man in front of him, Ning Qian was unwilling, but he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Wang Bo." ”

"What's wrong?" Wang Bo was still a bit of a brain, and he was not overjoyed when he learned about this, and he still treated the colleague around him with the same friendly attitude as before.

Sure enough, Ning Qian was a little ashamed to speak up with such an answer, but he still stubbornly said: "Your ancestor is so powerful, why are you..."

The words were not finished, but everyone could hear what Ning Qian meant, probably because your ancestors could live to be five hundred years old, why did you, the descendant, still be a martial artist in the first realm when you are middle-aged, and you may not even be able to compare with a miscellaneous person in the martial arts alliance.

This kind of question hurts people's self-esteem a little bit, but Wang Bo is different, he doesn't care at all, after all, he hasn't focused on cultivation from the beginning, and he waved his hand when he heard Ning Qian's question.

"Harm, as Brother Ning said, this was all five hundred years ago, no matter how strong the ancestor's bloodline is, it is estimated that there will not be much left in my generation. After speaking, Wang Bo's eyes rolled, and then he leaned up and added in a low voice: "Besides, Brother Ning, you are so fierce, but your son Ning Yunchu is not either..."

These words made Ning Qian speechless, especially the last sentence simply poked the pain in his heart, making him experience Wang Bo's feelings, and he couldn't help but want to get up and beat Ning Yunchu violently. Anyway, I haven't beaten Ning Yunchu for so many years, so it's better to go back today and find a reason to beat him up.

Well, not bad, that's a good idea. Ning Qian nodded, and then decided on his next itinerary, he was originally a little depressed, and when he thought of being able to clean up Ning Yunchu, his mood instantly improved.

Poor Ning Yunchu didn't know that he had booked a full meal again, and he was supported by someone who was in a coma, and his brows were tightly locked, as if he had encountered a nightmare.

Wang Jiangyuan's appearance surprised many people, of course, this does not include the three from Qingqiu, from the beginning they came here to cut Wang Jiangyuan's face, not Shao Xinglong's so-called bargaining chips.

Looking at the two of them in the ring, this is already Ye Liancheng's fifth fight, Su Xingyu saw it from the beginning, and her perception of Ye Liancheng didn't seem to be as bad as before, at this time she clenched her little fist and asked, "Sister, do you think that guy is still likely to win?"

Su Xingyue couldn't help but look at her little sister, this attitude doesn't look like her temperament, it's so strange and curious, since she asked, Su Xingyue could only consider the language and replied: "Although I really want this kid to win, but I can't see any chance of winning." ”

Su Yuming next to him also nodded, if Ye Liancheng really won, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

Knowing the attitude of the two, Su Xingyu couldn't help but feel a little confused, and she asked, "If that guy loses, will you save him?"

Hearing Xiaomei's words, Su Yuming couldn't help but be stunned, for the sake of a still growing martial artist to provoke a five-hundred-year-old monster, this choice seemed to see the answer at a glance, and wanted to answer truthfully, but Su Xingyue spoke before him.

"It depends on his performance, if he can survive a round, I don't mind saving his life..."