Zhou Qingyun wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and swept everyone.

All the warriors in Qingcheng's eyes were filled with anger. Some even knew that they were defeated and wanted to go up to fight, but were grabbed.

Captain Liu's face was gloomy.

Chu Jie looked gloomy.

The other warriors, directors and members all fell silent.

No one spoke up for the younger generation.

The old man seemed to see the dissolution of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Association, and seemed to see the arrogant and domineering old opponent Yang Jincheng. He couldn't help but clench his fists, but he seemed very powerless.

I never thought that when I was old, I would be humiliated by a young man like this.

Before entering the coffin, he would be humiliated by Yang Jincheng's disciples.

"well……"

The old man breathed a long breath and turned around and was about to leave, but he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and was suddenly stunned.

On the stairs over there, there was a young man chatting with Chen Yuan, the director of the West District martial arts director.

The young man, holding his arms with both hands, seemed very leisurely, as if he was watching the performance, and he was enjoying it. He often said a few words to Chen Yuan and made comments.

Why does this figure look so familiar?
Chapter completed!