Chapter Seventy-Five: Suppressing the Audience

"The vertical son is rude!" A famous man in the rivers and lakes suddenly stood up, pointed at Yang and said, "Which one are you, dare to be so arrogant in front of us!"

"Hmph, old guy, you don't have the ability to dare to shout in front of the master!" Yang Guo said unruly.

"You...... You, the old man is fighting with you!" the famous man in the rivers and lakes trembled with anger from Yang Guo, and he grabbed the single knife next to him and wanted to fight with Yang Guo.

"Bang" But at this moment, Guo Jing slapped the table violently, stood up and glared at Yang Guo angrily.

"Come on, you're too arrogant, apologize to Senior Lin!"

"I'm not wrong, others insult my master in front of me, wouldn't it be unfilial if I don't fight back!" Yang Guo frowned coldly.

"Come on, you...... I can't wait to kill you with my own hands, and I don't want you to make a mistake!" Guo Jing looked at the crazy Yang Guo and was heartbroken.

"Then you do it!" Yang Guo glared at Guo Jing unconvincedly.

Chen Xiao stood up and was about to open his mouth to persuade the two people who were fighting the cow, but he heard someone shouting outside: "Guo Daxia, come out and take a look, the old gang leader Hong is here!"

After shouting this sentence, everyone present was shocked.

"Hong Lao gang leader! This is a man among the gods! One of the five uniques, well-known in the rivers and lakes for decades, martial arts cover the world, the eighteen palms of the dragon are rare to meet opponents in the world, the dog-beating stick method is exquisite, the last gang leader of the beggar gang, chivalrous and righteous, admired by ten thousand people" Before the people arrived, some tricksters began to boast.

Guo Jing woke up from his anger, hurriedly cleaned up, and went out with a large number of people in the rivers and lakes. Hong Qigong has the grace of teaching him, he is a highly respected martial arts senior, and Guo Jing has great respect for him.

Chen Xiao stood in front of the table, and saw the martial arts celebrities who couldn't help but run out one by one, and sat firmly in his seat without moving. Hong Qigong, after all, is the one who killed Mo Chou by mistake, even if he is the savior, Chen Xiao will never greet him with a smile!

In a few seconds, the people were gone, and they all ran to the door to greet Hong Qigong.

Chen Xiao poured a glass of wine, drank it all, turned the wine glass in his hand, he was a little hesitant whether to participate in this martial arts conference, Hong Qigong was destined to have no fun here.

In the distance, Cheng Lu and the two girls who were sitting at the side table really lit up when they heard Hong Qigong's naming words, saying that Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and when they were worried that they couldn't verify the truth of Chen Xiao's words, they didn't expect Hong Qigong to send them to the door by himself.

The two sisters also quickly left the table and greeted everyone together.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of people, Hong Qigong approached the courtyard surrounded by a group of people.

Chen Xiao sat upright, facing the direction of the gate, and saw Hong Qigong in the crowd at a condescending glance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hong Qigong raised his head at this time and saw Chen Xiao's eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then walked to the front generously and arched his hand at Chen Xiao: "Little Brother Chen, I didn't expect you to be here, you are always called Huazi polite!"

Chen Xiao snorted coldly, ignored Hong Qigong's words, and still drank his wine with a cold face.

Hong Qigong was slightly embarrassed and withdrew his arm, but he felt guilty about Chen Xiao, even if Chen Xiao didn't give him face like this, he couldn't get angry at all.

However, just because Hong Qigong is not angry does not mean that others can also get used to Chen Xiao's performance.

No, a certain famous man who used to sit with Chen Xiao in the chief spoke up.

"Chen Xiao, you are too arrogant, you really think you are a garlic, and you can't come down to greet you when you see Old Gang Leader Hong!"

Hearing this, Chen Xiao gently put down his wine glass and asked lightly, "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

The famous man was suddenly choked half to death and couldn't speak.

"Brother Chen, you are a little too much" Guo Jing looked at Chen Xiao, with a trace of unkindness in his eyes, Hong Qigong is an elder he respects very much, Chen Xiao insulted Hong Qigong so much that made him very angry, he was already honest and honest, and it was difficult to get angry, but Chen Xiao touched his bottom line.

Chen Xiao didn't speak, glanced at Guo Jing lightly, and said, "Guo Daxia, what do you want?"

"You ......" Guo Jing was furious and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Hong Qigong stretching out his arm.

"Jing'er, no!"

"Master......"

"Stand Down"

"Yes"

This scene stunned all the heroes, what's going on today, why are all the top people afraid of this arrogant handsome boy?!

Could it be that this is really famous? Is it that we are not qualified to know this hero enough?

Hong Qigong pulled Guo Jing, who was suppressing his anger, walked to Chen Xiao's side step by step, and sat down at the table.

At this time, a group of elderly people also came forward and sat down.

On the chief, the atmosphere was a little strange for a while, and there was an aura of embarrassment in the air, and everyone didn't know why, and no one dared to speak first.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, with a loudspeaker blowing, and the sound of a crowd arguing.

"Bang" The gate of Lujiazhuang was suddenly knocked open by two flying figures, and the two figures smashed the gate and fell to the ground, howling miserably. Everyone looked at each other, weren't these two strong men guarding the door?

At this time, two teams of people suddenly popped out of the door, quickly lined up at the gate, each two of them holding a long trumpet, and kept blowing, and the sound was huge.

At this time, at the end of the two teams, three figures slowly walked out and walked towards the courtyard step by step.

The first is a fifty-year-old monk, with a thin figure, the top door is deep like a small saucer, and his temples are bulging high.

He was followed by two people, one of whom was wearing a red monk's robe, and his figure was also average thin and tall. The other person held an iron fan in his hand, chic and handsome, like a good son.

"The Golden Wheel Venerable, the great mage of the Mongolian protector, came to meet all the heroes of the Central Plains, I heard that everyone was holding a martial arts conference, and the old man forgot his sins uninvited, and this car of wine should be regarded as making amends for everyone!" Jinlun's lips opened slightly, and a thick and clear voice clearly reached everyone's ears, echoing in the entire courtyard, as if countless people were shouting in their ears, and this hand directly showed his means of reaching the sky. Everyone present was impressed by him, and this old monk had such a strong internal force, and they all sighed to themselves.

"Brother Jing, this person looks so strange, you don't look like he is carrying a saucer on his head" Huang Rong looked at the old monk and asked funny.

"Rong'er, I heard that the Western Regions Tantra has a peculiar internal skill, after cultivation, the top door will be concave, the deeper the skill, the deeper the top door concave, this old monk top door concave like a saucer, obviously this kung fu he has practiced to the realm of transformation! This person's internal strength is amazing, not to be underestimated" Guo Jing looked at the golden wheel with a solemn face, he thought to himself that at this time he was not completely sure of the golden wheel.

"Master, what do you think of this monk?" Guo Jing asked Hong Qigong beside him.

Hong Qigong was silent, and said: "If the old family Huazi is twenty years younger, he can still compete with this person, but now his body is not good!"

At this moment, the faces of Huang Rong and the others sank.