Meng Wuwu took Mu Qingxin and gradually came to the reception of the conference. "Tangmen, Meng Wuwu. ”

A young woman at the reception looked at the man and woman in front of her blankly, and couldn't take her eyes off it at all, and even the people around her instantly looked at her. It's just that the looks and temperament of these two people are amazing, and they are impeccable.

"Hey, hey?" Mu Qingxin waved her hand in front of her.

"Ahh "Excuse me, sir, please show your entry card. ”

After a while, the receptionist completed the information entry and looked straight at Meng Wuwu. "Good luck with the race. ”

"Look at what, the famous grass has a master!" Mu Qingxin held Meng Wuwu's arm domineeringly, and even embedded it between the two towering peaks on his chest, and raised his chin towards the receptionist.

The receptionist had to smile apologetically.

"If you don't pay attention, you will go around throwing flowers and grass. Mu Qingxin dragged him back.

Meng Wuwu sighed faintly. "Is it also a sin to be handsome? That young man would rather have an unforgivable sin and a heinous sin. ”

At this moment, two old men and a man in his early thirties suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Get out of the way, Miss Ben is going over. Mu Qingxin is in a very bad mood now, and she is going to lose her temper.

The three of them didn't care about her attitude, and one of them, an old man with gray hair and sharp eyes, looked straight at Meng Wuwu. "Are you a disciple of the Tang Sect?"

Meng Wuwu felt the other party's malice and looked at the other party silently. "What the hell is going on with you?"

The man beside him shouted. "Presumptuous, there are people who talk to elders like this?"

Meng Wuwu didn't speak, and swept over with cold eyes, just this glance made the man's heart rise with fear, and even he didn't know why he was afraid.

"He is my grandson of Tang Batian, does Vice President Yang have any opinions?" Tang Batian walked from behind with the people of the Tang Sect.

This "Vice President Yang" immediately pointed out the identity of the person who came, Yang Kun, the head of the Infinite Sect, and that man was his eldest son Yang Qianfan.

Yang Kun looked at Tang Batian gloomily. "As far as I know, your grandson is only five years old, and Tang Yuxi has not yet married, where did you come from? ”

"He's my son, am I not from the Tang Sect?" Tang Yurou said in a raised voice, then glanced at Yang Qianfan, trying her best to suppress the hatred and anger in her heart.

"Who are you?" Yang Kun looked at Tang Yurou suspiciously, as if he was a little familiar.

Yang Qianfan, who was on the side, exclaimed after seeing the appearance of the person who came. "You are Tang Yurou!"

Yang Kun's pupils shrank after hearing this, and he had to be surprised. Although Tang Yurou was only fifteen years old when she participated in the conference, her talent and martial arts were overwhelming, and she fought for the position of vice president of Huaxia Yinmen for Tang Batian, and was known as an immortal talented woman.

What's more, she is a beautiful woman, and she is loved by young people from all walks of life, even his eldest son. The most important thing is that it happened eighteen years ago, and it can almost be said that he planned it behind the scenes.

"Does Vice President Yang have any other opinions?" Tang Yurou glanced at coldly. If it weren't for the large number of people here, she would have wanted to do it a long time ago.

Yang Kun said in a strange way. "I heard that Miss Yurou eloped with someone back then, and she was even more unmarried and pregnant. Originally, I didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is really humiliating and corrupting the family!"

"There's a kind of you say it again!" Meng Tianqi stepped forward, his fists crackling. He will never allow anyone to humiliate his wife.

"Dad, why should we be angry with this half-buried old thing, anyway, their family is ready to be reunited. Meng Wuwu's right hand gently pressed his father's shoulder.

Everyone present was stunned, except for Mu Qingxin, no one knew what he meant by the second half of the sentence.

Because the Infinite Sect has been wiped out by Meng Wuwu, and even the entire Cangshan has been taken away by him. Even if someone says it, no one will believe it.

"Who do you say is half in the ground!" Yang Qianfan excitedly pointed at Meng Wuwu's nose.

"Young Master Ben doesn't like to be pointed at, get out!" The momentum on Meng Wuwu's body was like a rainbow. Since he wanted to do it, he would never flinch. Even if his cultivation is regressive, the arrogance and domineering that he once used to be the God Emperor are deep into the soul and reincarnate immortal!

At this moment, he is like an emperor descending, and the spirits of all things must tremble and worship. The people around me instantly felt extremely depressed and uncomfortable from the psyche.

"You, you ......" Yang Qianfan kept trembling and retreated, he didn't dare to point at Meng Wuwu anymore.

Yang Kun roared violently, and suddenly shot at Meng Wuwu, the young man in front of him was too much of a threat to him. He won't kill people in public, but at least he has to make him suffer somewhat.

Just as his fist approached Meng Wuwu, he looked at Yang Kun coldly, his face expressionless. It's as if all living beings are ants and must surrender before him. "You dare!"

The voice was neither high nor low, just enough for the people nearby to hear clearly, these simple and arrogant words came out of his mouth, but they were so intimidating, as if he was born to be an incomparably noble existence.

Here, Yang Kun involuntarily took a few steps back, he forcibly stood firm, snorted, a little blood flowed from his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Father!" Yang Qianfan stubbornly went up to support Yang Kun.

"Come and don't be rude. Meng Wuwu withdrew his arm, and the breeze blew his long hair. A silver white body can't hide the momentum of a natural king, the handsome and flawless facial features seem to be carved out of jade, with sharp and angular lines, sharp and deep eyes, and I can't help but feel that it gives people a sense of oppression!

As Meng Wuwu walked, Yang Kun and his son felt as if a mountain was slowly pressing down on them, but both of them gritted their teeth and insisted.

When Meng Wuwu took the fourth step, Yang Qianfan's legs were already trembling, and it was extremely difficult for him to breathe.

When he was about to take the fifth step, the white-haired old man who had been smiling on the side quietly appeared in front of Meng Wuwu and said with a smile. "Don't be angry, young man, the game is ready to start, and the old man is looking forward to your performance. ”

A trace of essence flashed in Meng Wuwu's eyes, and the old man in front of him gave him the feeling that he was much stronger than those so-called master masters and the like! He estimated that with his current strength, if he didn't use spells and formations, it would be almost impossible to defeat this old man by relying on his physical body and martial arts alone.

But will Meng Wuwu back down?

"Get out of the way for Ben Shao!"

Everyone gasped after hearing this, and cold sweat flowed, even Tang Batian and Tang Yurou were no exception, and their hearts were about to raise their voices.

Almost everyone in the Hidden Gate knows that their president has not changed for decades, and he doesn't care about anything on weekdays, like an idle cloud and a wild crane, and no one knows what his strength is.

I only know that thirty years ago, there were four ancient martial arts masters who challenged him together, but he defeated all four masters in only three moves. And Tang Batian is one of the four masters.

"Before, senior, children don't speak very well, you don't have to take it to heart. Tang Batian swallowed nervously, although he knew that Meng Wuwu was very strong, he didn't think that he was the opponent of the president.

The old man's eyes were half-narrowed. "It's okay, young people are like that. ”

A cold glint flashed in Meng Wuwu's eyes. "You want to die, don't you?"

The people present were frightened by Meng Wuwu again, and many people involuntarily touched their hearts to see if they were still beating.

Only Mu Qingxin was not worried at all, her eyes were shining. It seems to be looking for the legendary little bench, waiting to watch the play.

The old man's eyes were like torches, sharp as arrows, he looked at Meng Wuwu for a while, and then smiled again. "Even if I give face, can I do it?"

This time, everyone was even more shocked, the president's favor! They began to speculate about Meng Wuwu's identity.

"You little rabbit, hurry up to the competition venue!" Tang Batian hurriedly gave Tang Yurou a look before he could continue to speak. At this time, she can also calm Meng Wuwu.

Yurou immediately understood, and stepped forward to grab Meng Wuwu's ear. "Hurry up and give me the game, if you lose, don't want to sleep with your daughter-in-law tonight!"

Mu Qing didn't know why she let out an "ah", why did she get involved. But thinking about the embarrassing things in the past few days, my face gradually turned crimson with a ** person.

Meng Tianqi also took his arm, and the couple directly dragged their baby son away.

Soon Meng Wuwu was moved to the competition venue, and the first game was usually only used as the opening scene of the conference, so it was extremely simple.

Like this car, more than ten schools are divided into five batches, and it depends on which school has the shortest time to reach the top of the mountain, which is the champion of the first race.

The whole tournament is ranked according to the point system, and the first place in the first race is worth 10 points, and then decreases until the tenth place.

In order to give each school a chance to score points, the second talent competition is divided into the preliminary round and the final, the preliminary round of points range expanded to the top 15, and the first place in the final is an exclusive 30 points, calculated in a decreasing unit of six points.

But what more sects value more is the final martial arts competition.

"Let me in!" Yurou directly stuffed Meng Wuwu into a blue sports car.

"Mom, can you let me come to this game?" Mu Qingxin looked at the sports car with slightly squinted eyes. It's a race car, the legendary drift!

Yurou vetoed it. "No, you don't have a driver's license yet. ”

Mu Qingxin continued to be coquettish. "You just let me come, I can definitely take the first place!"

"I promise that after I go back, Xin'er will work very hard, very hard, and strive to conceive a baby within a year!" Mu Qingxin also fought hard in order to experience the feeling of drifting.

"Really?" Yurou's eyes lit up, and there was a tendency to pull Meng Wuwu out.

Mu Qingxin nodded very seriously.

Meng Tianqi yelled. "Stinky boy, get out of here!"

Meng Wuwu smashed his head on the steering wheel on the spot, with such parents and daughter-in-law, he had nothing to say.

"Only contestants who have entered their information will be able to drive. At this time, the staff politely explained.

"It's okay, just let her go and have fun. ”

(The first update is delivered!)