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"I've never heard of this name. When did such a monster appear on Twelve Road Tan Legs?"

"Yes, Yan Feng, that old coin, has cultivated two great masters in one fell swoop. He is really striving to become a blockbuster!"

"Who says it's not the case? It's my mother's fault!"

…

"I originally thought that a master of dark power would have a killer move, but I didn't expect that he would actually hide such a terrifying man.

If it weren't for the tyrannical strength of Li Lei from Bajiquan, even the masters of Anjin wouldn't be able to do anything to him this time, otherwise I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to come up with this trump card this time."

"Well! No matter who you switch to, you have to worry about it. After all, this trick... is too damaging..."

…

"What? On such an important occasion, that man is not here?"

"It would be better if you weren't here. I'm afraid you haven't seen the terror of that guy. My senior brother has fought against invincible opponents all over Hebei, but when he met him, he had no power to fight back.

I’m afraid I’ll never forget that scene in my life.”

…

"Have you heard? It is said that that man, like Fu Hongxue, only practices one move every day, which is kicking! Pulling the legs back! He practices it a thousand times every day."

"Hi~ so scary?"

"Otherwise, why do you think there are so many masters that no one can take over someone else's move?

This is a practice that reaches its peak..."

…

With dozens of banquet tables, such a large scene was naturally noisy and lively.

However, Zhao Guangming always felt that something was not right about the atmosphere at the scene. Listening to the topics these people talked about, the one who talked about the most was "that man".

But it seems to be very secretive, and even the name is rarely mentioned.

He couldn't help but shake his head. People in this martial arts circle are always so talkative. Talking about a master is like talking about Voldemort...

"Mr. Qin!"

Several people came to the main table, and Secretary Wei smiled at an old man in Tang suit at the main table.

The old man was originally chatting with another old man. When he saw Secretary Wei, he immediately stood up and shook hands with him warmly.

Then he introduced it to the old man next to him.

"Old Yan, let me introduce you. This is the city's Secretary Wei. Secretary Wei, this is the summit school of our mountaineering meeting, Master Yan Fengyan of the Twelve-legged Tanji."

"Hello, Secretary Wei."

"Master Yan, hello, congratulations! The Twelve-Road Tan Leg has a long history. I have been admiring it for a long time. I wonder which hero won the red silk of the 'Guanzhong Hero'?"

"Well……"

However, Mr. Qin and Yan Feng opposite looked a little embarrassed.

"Ahem! That's right, he... suffered some injuries during the previous competition, so he went back to the hotel to rest early."

"Really? That's such a pity."

Next, there was naturally a business exchange between the two parties. Secretary Wei expressed the government's vision for the healthy development of martial arts schools and affirmed the role of celebrities in spreading Chinese traditional culture.

Yan Feng sighed helplessly while socializing.

He slipped out of the back door without saying a word. I have never seen such a young man with no martial ethics...

Then he glanced at the main table, where Yan Weiwei looked bored and was eating melon seeds, and felt that her future was both bright and dark...

As the junior secretary, Zhao Guangming was naturally not qualified to sit at the main table. After Secretary Wei delivered a speech on behalf of the government, he was assigned to the second seat.

I heard that they are all young talents who ranked high this time.

It's just... Why does Zhao Guangming feel that the two people around him are sitting in an awkward position, as if they have hemorrhoids?

And the dialogue is equally baffling.

"Brother Song, I heard that you are also..."

"Brother Hong, it turns out you are too... Sigh! In short, in this life, I don't want to fight against this kind of opponent even to death!"

"Haha! I had already sworn a poisonous oath at that time..."

Zhao Guangming finally couldn't help it, and approached him curiously and asked.

"Brothers, are you talking about 'that man'? Who is he?"

The two people who were having a conversation all looked towards him. Seeing that he was dressed as a civil servant, they knew that he was not from the same circle.

Seeing him looking like a curious baby, the two looked at each other.

Whether this kind of thing is easy to talk about or not, as the "parties", how do you ask them to talk about it?

I could only sigh.

"That man... is the catastrophe of the martial arts world..."

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the other side.

The three people, 'Martial Arts Catastrophe' and Lin Haitang, who had sneaked away, had already returned to the hotel in a taxi.

After all, he is a child. After a day of running around, Xiaoyu fell asleep in the car from exhaustion.

When Meng Lang carefully carried her to bed, he was also very tired. He slumped on the sofa and felt that his energy bar was drained.

Lin Haitang poured him a glass of water and looked at Meng Lang who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

I have many questions in my mind, but I don’t know where to start.

This man always seems to be able to surprise people, and his whole body seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

Every time some of the fog is cleared away, people are always shocked by the scene inside.

"What? Are you fascinated by me?"

"Can you speak seriously?"

"Am I serious?"

"No matter what, I still want to thank you for Weiwei this time."

"Verbal thanks?"

"What if?" Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him.

"Well... I think to express your sincerity, sing me a song. Don't you know, I'm still your fan."

Looking at Lin Haitang, he couldn't help but think of the ending that he had rushed through this afternoon...

Yes, this time, Lin Haitang is actually the ghostwriter again.

And the ending is obviously not as perfect as I thought...

Lin Haitang was stunned.

"What song?"

"Well... why not just sing the song 'Heavy rain turns the city upside down'." Meng Lang looked at her and smiled.

Lin Haitang's face suddenly turned red, and he realized that being alone now was a bit dangerous.

Coupled with the other party's inexplicable aggressiveness in the past two days...

"Ahem! Should you go back to your room?"

However, Meng Lang didn't answer. He closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

I don’t know how long it took, but Meng Lang, who was half asleep and half awake, felt as if something was covering his body. Then, soft singing seemed to be faintly heard in his ears...

"You know~ even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down

I will give you a hug

I can't bear to see your back coming

Write down the sorrow that I can endure every second like a year

Even if the whole world is kidnapped by loneliness

I can't run, I can't escape

In the end, everyone gets old

Write about the castle where my time and the sound of the piano intersect...

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This is a simple little love song
Chapter completed!