Shang Zhongxing explained the cause of the incident, but it was related to the non-land tribal groups coming to the East for exchanges.

At the beginning, they desperately touted the Oriental monks, and proposed to have a fight with the geniuses of the East, saying that they wanted to learn and learn.

However, only children under the age of 16 are eligible.

Because in Africa, when you reach the age of sixteen, you are considered an adult.

As a result, after Dongfang agreed, the non-mainland delegation was able to broadcast the exchange live on the international live broadcast platform.

However, the three fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys sent by them were extremely powerful.

In the past two days, they have challenged all the young geniuses of various family sects, and no one is their opponent.

"A fifteen-year-old seventh-level genius of the first-class cultivation force Yan Immortal Sect has all failed miserably, and now, people all over the world are sneering at us Dongfang." Shang Zhongxing said angrily.

"They're monks, too?" Han Qing asked.

"They don't call themselves monks, they call themselves witches." Business Road.

Witch?

Han Qing raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of surprise, there are still witches in this world?

If it's a real witch, it's definitely not those guys who pretend to be gods and ghosts, and count as wizards.

The real witch, with his head on the sky and his feet on the ground, is extremely powerful.

Even in the fairy world, witches are not common, and they call them witch cultivators.

"That's right, that's okay, I'll bring someone to take a look and weigh the quality of the non-Lu genius." Han Qing nodded.

Imperial capital, a vast dojo.

In all directions, there are more than 100 live broadcast shots, which are in the right direction.

And in the world, hundreds of millions of people are watching this live broadcast.

People from all over the world are engaged in heated discussions on the Internet.

"Didn't Dongfang always boast about how powerful they were, they used to have kung fu, and now the monks are unparalleled in the world, it's just a shame."

"We all came out of the circus, looking at the bells and whistles, but as a result, the kid who was not Lu kicked over, and was directly kicked and vomited blood, and my father was going to laugh and."

"The Oriental people used to be proud, saying that they would let the contestants collect some points, but now, their faces are swollen."

People from all over the world are making a big mockery.

The Orientals, who had to tear apart with other countries no matter what happened before, were silent.

In their hearts, they all felt extremely strong shame.

It's just that the facts are already in front of them, and they can't do anything if they want to argue.

At this time, a non-continental teenager with a bare upper body blasted out with a punch and blasted an oriental teenager away.

This non-Lu boy retracted his fist and said with a look of disdain: "It's so disappointing to me, I thought how strong the Oriental people were, I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable, it seems that we are not Lu Wu, we are the strongest people in the world, you all kneel down and apprentice, I can teach you, but you have to announce to the live broadcast camera that you Oriental monks are rubbish."

The genius young men of all factions and races in the East were all pale, and their fists were clenched one by one, feeling boundless humiliation.

"Don't be arrogant, we Oriental Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, the real genius, have not yet come out." An Oriental teenager said angrily.

"What excuse to make, waste is waste, or you let a master under the age of twenty-five challenge it, and I'll play with you casually with one hand." This non-Lu boy sneered disdainfully.

And on the Internet, people from all over the world are also ridiculing.

They are all coaxing, saying that if they don't dare to do this, then these so-called strong people in the East would all be killed by their heads.

At this moment, a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared in the center of the dojo like a bolt of lightning.

His speed is surprisingly fast, even those top-notch high-speed lenses can only capture afterimages.

"Dongfang, Wu Mu, twenty-one years old, has come to ask you about the witchcraft of Feilu." The young man said coldly.

The people in the East are in the mood

Slightly loose.

"It is the first brigade of the Eastern Special Service Group, and it is said that he has fused the power of several beasts, and his strength is extremely strong."

"First Brigade! That's ......."

"Shhh......h

"Fei Lu, Spirit Witch Ministry, Mauporo." This non-land boy named Maporow stared at Wu Mu, his gaze a little more solemn.

Almost simultaneously, both men disappeared in place.

"Boom"

In the center, the two appeared at the same time, and they threw punches at each other in unison.

In an instant, the entire dojo was trembling violently, and the wind continued to explode, and all the floor tiles within a radius of tens of meters were shattered.

You know, this floor tile is blessed.

Wu Mu snorted and took three steps back.

Mauporo, on the other hand, took two steps back.

In Wu Mu's heart, there were terrifying waves.

His hand, hidden in his sleeve, had been demonized.

Since he was a child, he has fused the power of a brute elephant, and after he grows up, he is not only extremely fast, but also infinitely powerful.

But he didn't expect that the strength he was proud of would fall into a disadvantage compared to this non-land boy.

"Haha, there's finally someone who can be called an opponent, let's have a good fight." Maupolo laughed, and suddenly a gust of wind came up on his body, and he instantly rushed in front of Wu Sen.

Then in the blink of an eye, Mauporo threw more than a dozen punches, one punch heavier than the other.

Wu Mu kept retreating, and the demonized arm felt like it was about to be shattered.

With a "boom", Wu Mu spurted out a mouthful of blood, retreated more than a dozen feet, shook his body, and then knelt on one knee on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

But that Maupolo didn't stop, but laughed fiercely, and his fist flashed with a layer of black light, and slammed into Wu Mu's head.

"Stop!"

"We throw in the towel!"

"Don't......"

In the midst of a loud roar, Wu Mu's pupils widened, and his face was desperate, because Maupolo did not stop at all.

"Die." Maupalo smirked, his eyes bloodthirsty.

At this moment, a small white hand, as if it had opened the void, appeared, and suddenly blocked the front of Mauporo's punch.

This hand is so small, you can tell at a glance that it is a child's hand, and it is estimated that it is no more than ten years old.

Maupolo's terrifying power continued to explode in the palms of these white and tender hands.

But what shocked everyone was that this little hand did not move at all, like an iron wall, blocking all the terrifying power, and not a single trace of it passed.

For a while, there was a dead silence in the audience.

Everyone's mouths were wide open and their eyes were wide, as if they were frozen.

The people of all countries in the international live broadcast were also silent, and the barrage that originally didn't stop for a second was gone.

Wu Mu, who was already desperate, was the first to come back to his senses, and he blinked desperately, trying to see the owner of this little hand clearly.

Then he saw a little girl of eight or nine years old, and her delicate arms.

Wu Mu was petrified again, and his brain roared.