Just as the Red Dragon rushed to China, a group of fierce men and young fierce men were welcomed in the National Education Museum.

First of all, a young man about 1.75 meters tall and one or two years older than Liu Feng, walked into the National Education Museum. The young man walked with his eight-character steps and looked careless. But in fact, every movement showed extreme relaxation of his body, cutting loose but not dissipated. A discerning person could tell at a glance that this person must be a top master.

Behind this young man was an old man with his head hanging down as if he couldn't wake up.

"I heard that Chi Long, the world's number one killer, is coming to the National Education Museum, so I will join in the fun."

When the young man walked into the living room, he said in a very confident tone: "As the number one master of the young Chinese martial arts world, I heard that Amano has to stand up and defeat Chilong, the world's number one killer. I can't watch a Westerner come to China to play wild."

"Wen Tianye?" Jian Dayong, who had been sitting firmly in the living room, heard the name, his eyelids twitched, and his two sharp eyes were locked on the young man.

"Hello, Mr. Jian, I'm polite." Although Wen Tianye seemed crazy, he still showed his due etiquette in the face of the top masters of the National Education Museum.

The old man following Jian Tianye seemed to wake up now and waved to Jian Dayong, "Old Jian, I will bring Amano to meet you, won't you not welcome me, right?"

"Haha! Lao Wen, what you said, your Ji Shui Wen family is the Golden Family. I will come to our country's teaching hall. Of course, I welcome you, please sit down." Jian Dayong stood up and made a gesture of invitation.

Then the old man named Wen drooped his head and started to sleep, following Wen Tianye like sleepwalking. Wen Tianye was not polite, and sat directly at the first position on his right hand. The old man also fell asleep and stood behind him.

snort!

Wen Tianye's appearance and his ignorance of a group of Western masters caused a cold snorkeling.

But Amano said in a disdainful tone: "You group of foreigners should be honest. You can't even beat the Eastern Hell King who is mixed in your West, let alone feel uncomfortable in front of me."

Damn!

A group of Western masters were so angry that they almost cursed, especially the five guys who were defeated by Liu Feng just now, and their faces were so hot.

But before these Western masters could attack, another voice that was even more violent than Wen Amano started to sound.

"Wen Tianye, you came quite early! Unfortunately, the number one master of the young martial arts world in China is not you. Don't feel good about yourself."

Another young man with a good temperament walked in from outside. The young man looked twenty-seven or eight years older than Wen Tianye. He seemed to be a little calmer, but when he opened his mouth, he seemed extremely ostentatious. "If you want to talk about the first place in the younger generation, it must be my Feng Haoming. The number one killer in the world, I will deal with it."

Swish!

Wen Tianye, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up. He looked at Feng Haoming and said with a cold face: "The Feng family in Xiangxi is a man who plays Gu. Even if they have some skills, they can only be considered half a person in the forest. You are worthy of being the number one master?"

"Hehe! I, the Feng family's Guwu dual cultivation, do you want to try it?" Feng Haoming said without any weakness.

"The Feng family in Xiangxi!" Jian Dayong's eyes also turned to Feng Haoming, and an old man who looked like a housekeeper was also following this arrogant young man.

"The Feng family in Xiangxi!" At the same time, Liu Feng also looked at Feng Haoming seriously.

Liu Feng always remembers that the reason why that big man Lieyan needs to take good health every day like a pervert is because of the Feng family.

"Okay, don't fight either of you. It's not your turn to fight for the first master of the younger generation."

At this moment, another young man stepped into the field. He was over 1.8 meters tall. He was slightly stronger than Liu Feng in terms of figure. His eyes were like lightning under his two sword eyebrows. "With my stern yang here, the world's number one killer will naturally be handed over to me."

"Taishan Chi Family, Chi Zhengyang."

"Hmph! Chi Zhengyang, then wait until Chi Long comes. If you can't beat others, we will have to take action at that time."

After seeing Chi Zhengyang, Feng Haoming and Wen Tianye did not oversplite each other. Instead, they gave up the words of both salty and unpretentious and sat down.

But the two of them turned off the engine, but someone was excited.

The Death King, who had just been knocked unconscious by Liu Feng, stood up again and shouted with an unhappy look: "Does the young people in China only talk? You are less than thirty years old, and when you come in, they look down on us Westerners and are competing for the first place. Do you think you all have the strength of the King of Hell?"

That's right, when he roared this sentence, the Death King himself didn't notice it, and he actually raised Liu Feng a little.

But then...bang!

The Death King himself did not see Chi Zhengyang's movements clearly, but felt a flash of tears in front of him, and then a severe pain came from his chest.

Under everyone's gaze, the master of the deceased Death Arsenal was kicked backwards by Chi Zhengyang, and hit the wall with a bang. The whole person was like a painting hanging on the wall for nearly a second before sliding down.

Just now, these Western bigwigs were still dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of Chinese young people, but when they saw this scene in front of them, everyone lowered their heads.

"The legend of the undefeated Chinese martial arts myth is true after all, it's so strong that it's a bit perverted!"

"Have you heard that these three young people should all come from the gold family outside the secular world of China. If the peak powers of our Western gold power come, they shouldn't be much weaker than them, right?"

"Damn! If we had known that the King of Hell was so strong and would have met a group of stronger and more crazy young people in China, then we might as well not come."

The five big bosses who were defeated by Liu Feng were in a very complicated mood at this time, and they even complained that they were crazy and blamed themselves for not coming to China.

Among the Westerners present, the only Western golden force present was Wolf Castle, but Wolf Castle seemed to be on the side of the King of Hell, which made several Western bosses even more depressed.

Chi Zhengyang, who defeated the King of Death, gently shook his ankle, then clasped his fists and saluted Jian Dayong, and then walked towards an empty seat.

"Damn it, I can't even catch a single move."

The King of Death felt an unprecedented humiliation at this time. It can be said that this trip to China made the confidence he had established in the West begin to collapse.

But the King of Death was not giving up and even said in a provocative tone: "What's the point of winning against me? The King of Hell also beat me just now. He is also a master of your younger generation in the East. He is also a giant in the Western Underworld. He can be said to be a member of our Western camp. Only if you can beat him can you be qualified to say that you are the strongest and you are qualified to look down on us."

Hey!

After hearing the words of the Death King, the God of Heaven's eyes lit up and immediately followed the trend: "Yes, although King Liu Yan is a Chinese, he should be considered the representative of our Western world. Do you want to compete for the strongest? Have you ever asked him King Liu Yan?"

Develop a doctor!

The fat man sitting among the Western giants swears violently, "I'm so fucking unhappy!"

Uh-huh!

Rushge and the God of War also nodded repeatedly.

"King of Yan Liu? Haha!"

"I know, it's this guy named King of Hell who made an appointment with Red Dragon, so we've got everyone's reunion today. But in our eyes, King of Hell is nothing."

"That's right, it should be normal for a Chinese martial arts master to become a giant in your Western underground world!"

Feng Haoming, Wen Tianye and Chi Zhengyang spoke one after another, and both acted as if I were from the Golden Family and were arrogant. From beginning to end, the three of them didn't even look at Liu Feng with their eyes.

But at this moment, a voice that made the three young masters extremely disgusted.

"King of Hell, you just used your fists to teach the Western boss who doesn't understand etiquette. Why not teach us young Chinese people a lesson!"

Everyone looked in the sound. A young man in a well-manned uniform walked in in a short walk. He said as he walked: "Don't worry about not being able to teach oneself a lesson in front of outsiders. Many of these Western bigwigs are considered seniors. The current generation's lessons are reasonable. Only by comparing them can you know... who is the best in the younger generation."

bass!

After hearing the young man's words, Chi Zhengyang, Feng Haoming and Wen Tianye stood up at the same time and looked at the person with an angry look.
Chapter completed!