Everyone widened their eyes and stared at the middle-aged figure at the door.

The other party's words have already shown his identity.

He is from the Martial Arts Association!

"This is my Zhu family, how did you come in?"

After a brief moment of stagnation, Zhu Guangzhi scolded with anger.

"For me, Zhang Heng, what's the difficulty of coming whenever I want to come and leaving whenever I want to go?"

It turned out that the middle-aged man was named Zhang Heng, and when he said this, many of the big guys present changed their faces.

"What? He turned out to be Zhang Heng!"

"Who is Zhang Heng?"

"You don't even know Zhang Heng? He is Niu Genhui, the ninth-ranked strong man in the martial arts association, and his chief apprentice."

Some people know Zhang Heng’s name, while others don’t know it. For a moment, there was a noise in the hall.

They all know that on August 15th, the Martial Arts Association will hold martial arts meetings in Jiangping and Nanyang provinces. The one who will take action at that time is most likely Niu Genhui, who is ranked ninth in the martial arts association.

Now, they are discussing how to deal with the Martial Arts Association, and Niu Genhui's apprentice comes.

"What's the matter if you come to my Zhu family?"

Zhu Guangzhi gritted his teeth and asked coldly.

After all, this is the Zhu family. If he doesn’t stand up now, how can he control the two major provinces of Nanyang and Jiangping in the future?

"My master asked me to bring you a word. No matter what move you do, he will take it all."

Zhang Heng said arrogantly: "Of course, even if you want to find a well-known strong man, it doesn't matter!"

"At the same time, I would like to remind everyone here that if you are willing to stand up and stand on our side at this time, and when the martial arts meeting is over, we are willing to support your family and help us take charge of Nanyang together."

"If no one is willing to stand on our side, it doesn't matter. With the strength of our Martial Arts Association, even a family in Nanyang can support this small family to take charge of Nanyang as long as we are willing."

"Now, I'll give you five minutes to consider whether you should stand on our side?"

After saying that, Zhang Heng casually pulled over a chair, sat in the middle of the parliamentary hall with a golden sword, and looked at everyone with a playful look on his face.

For a moment, the leaders of all the wealthy families present were in panic.

Big bosses like Zhu Guangzhi and Han Xiaotian who stand at the top are full of solemnity.

They knew very well that Zhang Heng appeared at this time, which was obviously to give them a discussion and add pressure.

This time, the major wealthy families in Nanyang and Jiangping provinces have to face after all, the Martial Arts Association.

A giant who even the Eight Sects of Yandu dare not offend easily.

Although the leader this time was only the branch of the Martial Arts Association in Jiangping, the person who led the lead came from the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association and was also the ninth-ranked strongest man.

This is definitely a behemoth for them.

Many people have already seen a look of struggle on their faces in the wealthy family in Nanyang.

It has to be admitted that Zhang Heng’s request was very tempting to them.

At this time, the Martial Arts Association will stand in the team. Once the Martial Arts Association wins, their family may become the top wealthy family in Nanyang.

Many people were moved, but no one was the first to stand up, waiting and waiting for the first person to choose to take the team.

Of course, Zhu Guangzhi knew this and knew it in his heart. Chi Ze changed and immediately spoke, "I advise you to leave my Zhu family now, otherwise don't blame me for being unethical!"

"Moral?"

Zhang Heng sneered: "Then don't tell me morality quickly!"

"Master Hong, I'm here to help you!"

Zhu Guangzhi looked at Master Hong beside him and spoke.

"I don't care who you are. I'll give you a minute to leave, otherwise don't leave!"

Master Hong sat there, looked at Zhang Heng calmly and said.

"Yes, we still have Master Hong! What are you afraid of?"

"Master Hong is going to deal with Niu Genhui's strong men. Now all he is here is Niu Genhui's disciple. Master Hong kills him like killing a dog!"

"With Master Hong here, where do we still need to consider taking sides?"

When everyone saw Master Hong coming forward, they came to their senses. Even Niu Genhui and Master Hong were not afraid, let alone Niu Genhui's apprentice.

All these praises entered Master Hong's ears. He leaned on the Grand Master's chair with a proud look on his face and stared at Zhang Heng with a smile.

Zhang Heng sneered: "How dare you be a master of a native chicken and a tile dog from the mountains?"

"Give me one more minute to consider?"

"You are so awesome, do your master know?"

"I beg you, don't give me time to think about it. If you want to do something, come quickly. I'll sit here and fight you. Kill you like killing a chicken!"

Zhang Heng's attitude was extremely arrogant and did not take Master Hong seriously at all.

"Bastard! You are looking for death! Since that's the case, let you see the power of my Master Hong!"

Master Hong was furious and slowly stood up, and suddenly stepped on the ground.

"Bang!"

The marble floor under his feet instantly cracked and dust flew.

At the same time, Master Hong's body, like an agile cheetah, turned into a afterimage and rushed towards the center of the parliamentary hall. Zhang Heng, who could not sit still.

"That's great, Master Hong is finally going to do it!"

"That fool from the martial arts association was so scared that he dared not move!"

"What's the point of insulting Master Hong?"

"I bet that within three moves, Master Hong can kill that fool!"

"You underestimate Master Hong too much. I'll bet! Master Hong can kill that stupid dog!"

There was a noise in the hall, and everyone looked excited.

Although they have not seen the result yet, they have been impressed by Master Hong's shock in appearance.

Zhu Guangzhi looked proudly at Han Xiaotian beside him with a smile, and said proudly: "Head of Han, now, I will let you see how strong Master Hong is!"

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp voice resounded throughout the hall.

Han Xiaotian sneered: "Master Zhu, you should take a look at your Master Hong first and then show off to me!"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"That stupid dog actually blocked Master Hong's attack?"

The conversation continued, and Zhu Guangzhi felt something was wrong and hurriedly looked at the center of the hall.

I saw that Master Hong, whom he was proud of, had his fist at this time only one punch from Zhang Heng's head, but he could no longer move forward.

Because Zhang Heng's hand was grasping Master Hong's wrist.

The key is that Zhang Heng always sat there, just stretched out an arm lightly, and looked relaxed at this moment.

Master Hong's face turned red, and his entire arm, which was grabbed by Zhang Heng, was trembling.

"Give me a minute to leave?"

"I'm looking for death?"

"Kill me is like killing a dog?"

"Master Hong?"

Zhang Heng sarcastically repeated, and every rhetorical question seemed to slap Master Hong in the face and also hit many wealthy leaders in Nanyang.

Zhu Guangzhi's face was extremely difficult to see, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's just blocking Master Hong's first move. Master Hong has not tried his best yet. The stronger move is still behind!"

Master Hong almost cried when he heard this sentence. How could you see that I hadn't tried my best?

The moment Zhang Heng appeared, he felt that the other party was unfathomable.

So when he just started, he had already exploded in his strongest state.

At this time, Zhang Heng grabbed his wrist and he had already used the power of breastfeeding and could not break free.

Zhang Heng just smiled disdainfully at Zhu Guangzhi's words, as if responding, still sitting there, just grabbing Master Hong's hand and exerting force.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking suddenly rang out in this silent hall.

In everyone's eyes, Master Hong's wrist was bent backwards ninety degrees.
To be continued...