Yang Chen smiled and said, "They bully me?" Okay, then you go and beat them up and give me anger." ”

Britney put down the skewers and chased after the three young men. Yang Chen was startled, and grabbed Britney's wrist:

"No, I'm just kidding, a bunch of meat, it's not worth it. ”

Britney shook her white fist: "You Orientals are too reserved, if we were in the West, I wouldn't hide, just stick a stick into them." ”

Yang Chen shook his head and smiled, and just as he wanted to speak, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. Yang Chen took out the phone and looked at it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Jiayi!"

"You're in Shanghai?"

"You know that?"

"I called my grandmother, and she said you didn't go back, and I thought you were in Shanghai. You don't want to participate in the Little King Battle, do you?"

Yang Chen was silent, and Liang Jiayi over there immediately said: "Understood, wait for me, I'll fly to Shanghai immediately." ”

Liang Jiayi over there had already hung up the phone, and Britney saw that Yang Chen's expression was wrong, so she asked:

"What's wrong?"

"My fiancée is coming. Let's go, let's go back. ”

February 7.

Yang Chen's villa.

Liang Jiayi sat opposite Yang Chen and looked at Yang Chen in surprise: "You...... The Great Martial Master is at its peak?"

"Hmm!"

Liang Jiayi was stunned for a while, and then woke up from the shock: "So, you are going to fight for the little king?"

"You have to fight, otherwise grandpa's momentum will fall. ”

Liang Jiayi was silent, with her understanding of Yang Chen, Yang Chen, the peak of the great martial artist, was able to fight with the grandmaster. But it's only a battle with the early stage of the Grandmaster, once there is a mid-stage or late Grandmaster among those people......

"Jiayi, will you support me?"

"You're probably going to be killed. Liang Jiayi said worriedly.

"No, I'm strong!" Yang Chen said in a firm tone.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

Liang Jiayi felt helpless in her heart, if Yang Chen was not the peak of the Great Martial Master, she would definitely resolutely stop Yang Chen. But Yang Chen was already at the peak of the Great Martial Master, and she knew that even if she stopped it, she couldn't stop it. After a moment of silence, he said:

"Okay, I'll cheer you on then!"

Yang Chen smiled and grabbed Liang Jiayi's hand: "This is my good wife." ”

Liang Jiayi rolled her eyes: "Who is your wife! You haven't married me yet, what about the bride price? Have you given the bride price?"

"There is a bride price, this must be there, there must be!" Yang Chen smiled and said: "But don't worry, when the battle between the little kings is over, you and I will meet grandpa's house together." ”

Liang Jiayi misunderstood what Yang Chen meant, and said with a red face: "I'm not going!"

"Serious business, big thing!" Yang Chen said seriously.

"Yang, you want to participate in the Little King Battle?" Britney on the side shouted in hindsight.

"Yes!" Yang Chen didn't even look at her, and looked at Liang Jiayi with affection.

"Then we'll have to plan it well. What is the word Xiao Wu said?

Come to think of it!

Load!

Right!

It's a pen!

We've got to get a pen!"

February 9.

On both sides of the Bund in Shanghai, there were people standing watching the battle, and there were also a large number of people in the buildings on both sides of the river, and even on the rooftops of the buildings.

They are waiting!

Waiting for nine o'clock!

Everyone's eyes converged on the floating pleasure boat in the Yangtze River, and at this time, on the deck of the cruise ship, there was a long table, which was covered with a snow-white tablecloth and delicacies. Four of the eight sat on the left and four on the right. No one sat on the first seat.

These eight people are:

"The great disciple of the European knight Juton Molay King, Leon.

The eldest disciple of the King of the Northen Pope, Saiyah, is a spiritual power liquid.

The eldest disciple of King Ruger Reston, Wolf.

Bixi Webb's eldest disciple, Winnie, Grandmaster.

Pharaoh Horus's great disciple, Taitai.

The eldest disciple of the Genetic Mutation King Lusos, Desai, Grandmaster.

Qingcheng Bai Lao's eldest disciple Bai Jiuzhong, spiritual power liquid.

Zou Liuyun, the eldest disciple of Zou Lao, turned his spiritual power into liquid.

These eight people have not been compared, so the status is equal, and there is no rank. So sit in two rows.

There was no one else but these eight.

It's not that there are no more grandmasters under the age of forty, but those grandmasters don't have these eight masters like that.

That's the circle!

The top circle of the young generation!

Unless you can beat or tie with one of these eight people, you will be eligible to enter this circle.

Eight thirty.

Eight forty.

Eight fifty.

The atmosphere began to gradually become warmer, and every pair of eyes looking at the cruise ship in the center of the river became hot.

"Smack!"

At this time, the sound of treading water attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the Yangtze River, and I saw a young man in his thirties, treading water, heading towards the cruise ship in the center of the river.

"It's Kitayama Crazy Knife!" someone recognized the man.

"The Grandmaster who broke through three years ago. ”

"In the past three years, I have challenged six senior grandmasters, and they have won all of them. ”

"He's going to get on the yacht!"

on the yacht.

Desai looked at Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun and said, "This is your Huaxia people, you solve it." ”

Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun glanced at each other, and Bai Jiuzhong smiled and said, "I'll come!"

"Bang!"

Bai Jiuzhong sat still, and the sword box he was carrying behind him instantly opened.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Ten flying swords shot out from the sword box, like a streamer of light shooting towards the Beishan Crazy Sword that was treading water.

Beishan Crazy Knife looked cautious, and pulled out the long knife behind his backhand and slashed it out.

Wild!

This knife makes people see, and only these two words can appear in their hearts.

The river has been cut out of a chasm by this knife, like a glorious cliff!

But......

The ten flying swords that shot suddenly spread out like fireworks, and the trajectory was unpredictable and attacked towards the Beishan Crazy Sword.

"Dangdangdang......"

Three rings in a row, it had already knocked the long knife of the Beishan Crazy Knife away, revealing the empty door.

"Poof!"

A flying sword pierced through the right chest of the Beishan Crazy Knife, and blood spurted. The ten flying swords did not attack again, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and inserted back into the white nine-fold sword box.

Beishan covered his chest with a crazy knife, looked at the eight people on the cruise ship, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he reflexively tread the water and left. After a few ups and downs, it was lost.

"It's so strong!"

"So fast!"

"Not only is it fast, but the angle of the flying sword is tricky and the trajectory is unpredictable. ”

The seven people on the cruise ship all showed a hint of jealousy when they looked at Bai Jiuzhong, and the ten flying swords just now already made them feel threatened. And they all knew that there were more than ten flying swords in the sword box that Bai Jiuzhong was carrying.

"Smack!"

The sound of treading water came again, and everyone's eyes were focused. I saw a Westerner, carrying a big sword on his back, treading water and walking towards the pleasure boat.

"Sita! desert lizard Sita!" someone recognized Sita.

Bai Jiuzhong looked at Desai, and Desai smiled indifferently: "Give it to me!"

Desai didn't have the ability to use the White Ninefold Edgeworth, so he got up from his chair and came to the edge of the pleasure boat, looking at the approaching West Tower.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Sita treads the water, constantly approaching the boats. Soon walked to the side of the boat and looked up at Desai.

Desai grinned, "A hard punch?"

"Good!" replied Sita decisively.

"Hoo ......"

Desai's figure had already swooped down from the deck and slammed his fist into Sita. Sita raised her fist and met it.

"Boom ......"

With a bang, Sita's figure was knocked into the river and disappeared. Desai, on the other hand, flipped back in a volley, landed on the deck, and without looking at the river again, turned around and walked back to the long table, and sat down on a chair.

"Whoa......

The water splashed, and Sita rushed out of the river, and his right arm was thrown like a noodle, and it looked like a broken bone. He glanced at Desai and turned around and tread away.

"It's so strong!"

"Awesome!"

"Beishan Crazy Knife and West Tower are also grandmasters, but compared to the grandmasters on the ship, how can the gap be so big?"

"There is also a difference between a grandmaster and a grandmaster, don't forget, they are the strongest of the disciples of the Eight Kings. ”

"That's right. Now it's not the Eight Kings, it's the Nine Kings. Didn't any of Elder Yang's descendants come?"

"What are you kidding? Yang Lao's descendants, under forty years old, do you have a grandmaster?"

"What about that Huaxia Yang?"

"You're thinking too much, aren't you? Yang Chen is a great warrior, okay?"

"Tick ......"

Suddenly, a whistle sounded.

"It's nine o'clock!"

"Here we go!"

"Look, they're all on their feet!"

The eight people on the boat all stood up, and then they saw them step into the void, and one by one their figures flew up, and they did not fall on the river, but flew into the air on the river.

"Flying. It's flying!"

"Nonsense, they are all grandmasters, and naturally they can fly. ”

A pair of eyes looked enviously at the eight people standing in mid-air at this time.

At this point, eight people stood in a circle, their faces facing inward.

"Whoosh ......"

Figures suddenly appeared, flying up from both sides of the Yangtze River, and flew towards the eight people in mid-air.

"Grandmaster!"

"It's all Grandmasters!"

The atmosphere on both sides of the Yangtze River was ignited at once, and the thirteen grandmasters were all grandmasters under the age of forty. There are people from both the East and the West, and these grandmasters are probably all the grandmasters under the age of forty in the world. These Grandmasters had clearly seen the defeat of the West Tower and the North Mountain Blade. They don't have the confidence to go it alone and are ready to join forces.

"How?" Bai Jiuzhong looked at the other seven people.

"You're the host, you call it your way. Desai said with a smile.

"Join forces, clear the field first!" Bai Jiuzhong said lightly.

"Good!"

Tae Tae glanced at the thirteen Grandmasters who were rapidly approaching, and chanted quickly in his mouth. A mysterious power descended on the thirteen grandmasters. In just an instant, these thirteen grandmasters felt that their movements began to slow down, and the cultivation in their bodies began to weaken.

Curse of Sluggishness and Curse of Weakness.

"Buzz ......"

Saiya swung his scepter, and a huge lightsaber appeared in the air, slashing towards the opposite side.

"Hiss......"

An afterimage passed through the air, very vague, it was Wolfe. Although it is still humanoid, the string of vague shadows gives people a feeling of wolf running.

A shadow appeared in the sky, and Winnie spread her wide wings and swooped down like a bat.

A large spear in Leon's hand was like a dragon.

Desai's body was even more formidable, and he held a huge axe in both hands, like a small mountain, flying towards the opposite side.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Ten flying swords roared out, their speed was no longer clear flying swords, only the light and shadow in the air could be seen, although there were only ten flying swords, but there were hundreds of sword shadows, which made people confused.

Zou Liuyun grabbed it with one hand.

"Boom ......"

The water surface below set off a monstrous turbid wave, condensing into water dragons, and rushed towards the opposing grandmaster.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The thirteen grandmasters on the other side also began to fight back, but they were cursed at the beginning, and the sudden sluggishness of their bodies caught them off guard, and they suffered a big loss. Just a photo, they were injured. And then it continued to weaken. Within two minutes, the thirteen grandmasters had fallen to the surface of the water. When they surfaced, they looked into the air.

Midair.

The eight grandmasters no longer paid attention to them, but pulled a certain distance from each other, and they were afraid of each other.

A feeling of being despised and humiliated came to the hearts of the thirteen grandmasters. However, the hearts of the thirteen grandmasters were full of helplessness.

Everyone is a grandmaster, but it is obvious that the descendants of the eight kings are much stronger than themselves.

It's not just that the martial arts or Dao are strong, it's not just the strength of experience, it's the basic strength that has surpassed them. This made them realize the gap with the descendants of the Eight Great Kings.

The heart is unwilling, but full of powerlessness.

They glanced at each other and walked towards the shore.

"A king is a king, and even a disciple is not comparable to other people of the same level. "There is a lot of discussion on both sides of the Yangtze River.

"The future eight kings are these eight people. Others simply didn't compete with them. ”

"Sneer......" A Western martial artist sneered: "Not necessarily eight, maybe only six." ”

"Six?"

"Isn't it strange? After a while, Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun were defeated, and there were only six left?"

"Heh!" a Chinese sneered: "If you want me to say, there may not be only eight kings in the future." Haven't the current Eight Kings become Nine Kings?"

"It's a pity that there is no successor to Yang Lao!" some Westerners ridiculed.

"There is no successor, Yang Chen understands!"

"Huaxia Yang, understand. But where is he?"

The Huaxia man's face couldn't help but turn red: "He is still young now, and when he grows up, he must be an old Yang again!"

"......Grow up?"

"Look!" suddenly someone exclaimed.

People on both sides of the Yangtze River raised their heads one after another, looked into the air, and saw that the formation in mid-air had changed at this time. Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun were surrounded in the middle, and the two of them were back to back. And the remaining six people surrounded the two of them in the middle.

"Bang!"

A large conference room with a large screen hanging on the wall. At this time, the battle of the little kings in Shanghai was being broadcast live. Seeing that six Westerners surrounded Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun, Zong Lie couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand heavily:

"They are ready to join forces to eliminate our Huaxia people first!"

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