Western Europe, British royal family.

Several people gathered in the palace hall at this time.

What can appear here is the existence of the English martial arts leader level.

"Jack, what did you say?"

"This Chu Tianfan is just a boy in his early twenties?"

"God, how is this possible?"

"It must be that the news is wrong."

"Maybe, it's an intelligence officer, so I've said one less zero!"

A middle-aged man with a beard spoke in surprise, and his words were filled with an unbelievable tone.

Yes, this man is the core member of the British royal family, King Carlo, who is in charge of national martial arts affairs.

"No, Carlo, the information is not wrong."

"I've verified it many times."

"If you don't believe it yet, please contact the Chinese Martial God Temple to ask."

"The seventh title-listed master in China has appeared, we always have to pay attention."

Jack suggested ahead.

King Carlo nodded immediately: "Well, you're right!"

"No one should know more about this than the Temple of War."

"Pray?"

"Pray that's not true."

"Otherwise, a 20-year-old title master would be terrible~"

King Carlo's face became gloomy.

What is the battle between great powers?

It is undoubtedly a strategic force!

The United States and the Soviet Union once had a big arms race to suppress each other in terms of strategic nuclear forces.

In the martial arts world, title masters are strategic-level powers.

A twenty-year-old title master has too much strategic deterrence.

Carlo couldn't imagine that if there was such a monster in the Temple of the Martial God, how could China's martial arts power surge in the future?

Worried, King Kalo immediately called the Chinese Martial Arts Temple.

In this way, almost at the same time, dozens of phone calls from all over the world actually called the Temple of War.

China, the top of Yanshan Mountain.

The Sword Saint Xiao Chen and the King of Fighters Mo Gucheng were almost crazy.

"What?"

"Chu Tianfan?"

"I don't know?"

.....

"I really didn't lie to you!"

"We really don't have this person in the Temple of War?"

.....

"We don't know each other?"

"There is no such person on the Chinese Grandmaster List?"

"You guys are afraid they've made a mistake, right?"

.....

"I can't remember it wrong."

"I really don't remember that we have this number of people in China!"

"If there were any, our Martial God Temple would have been offering sacrifices as ancestors long ago."

.....

"Hey, old friend, haven't been in touch for a long time?"

"Why did you call me suddenly?"

"What?"

"It's Chu Tianfan again?"

"Second!"

"We really don't know~"

"There is no such person in the Temple of War.

....

The phone calls after phone call, like a soul, kept ringing.

In just half a day, Mo Gucheng and others felt that everyone from half of the world had come to ask.

Without exception, all phone calls have only one purpose, that is, to ask about "Chu Tianfan".

Mo Gucheng and others were confused at that time.

They swear that they had never heard of the name Chu Tianfan.

But now, people all over the world are sure that Chu Tianfan is the title master of their Martial God Temple and is the seventh strongman in the Pillar Kingdom in China.

"What's this a fucking thing?" The Sword Saint was almost crying.

A person who has never heard of has become the seventh titled master of the Temple of Martial God?

It's simply ridiculous!

"Old Ye, you have a wide range of ways. Do you know who Chu Tianfan is?"
Chapter completed!