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Ten o'clock in the morning.

The funeral team set out and rushed towards the Zhou family's ancestral grave. Along the way, the crying sounds shook the sky, and paper money fluttered in the wind, how could a miserable scene be created?

At eleven o'clock, the funeral team finally arrived in front of the Zhou family's ancestral tomb.

Everyone who saw him off later breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the people belonging to the Wushu Association did not come to make trouble. It seemed that the Wushu Association was still afraid of the War Department!

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a roar of motorcycles sounded from afar. Soon, more than a dozen motorcycles roared, and a sudden brake stopped. Hundreds of people got out of the car and strode forward.

Those people were wearing gray training clothes, and the blood-red martial arts character on their left shoulder was piercing people's ears and eyes.

Someone behind his pupils suddenly shrank, "The people from the Wushu Association, the people from the Wushu Association, have really come in the end."

At this time, six men wearing yellow training suits strode forward, but on their left shoulder, they had a golden word "Mart".

"The King of the Martial Arts Association, these people are King of the Martial Arts Association!" The knowledgeable person couldn't help but exclaim.

When everyone around heard this, their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

I thought it would be a rumor that the Martial Arts Association sent King Kong to cause trouble, but now it seems that all this is true.

This time, the Wushu Association really wants to do big things!

When Zhou Zishan saw the members of the martial arts association, she frowned. She couldn't help but look at Chen Yang next to her, but Chen Yang's face was calm and calm!

Zhou Zishan's heart suddenly calmed down!

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow training suit came to Zhou Zishan and spoke calmly.

"I, Sun Lei, ranked eighth among the 16 King Kongs of the Wushu Association. How could our Wushu Association not express such a big deal about the Zhou family?"

Then he glanced at the scene and said, "Oh, such a big thing, the atmosphere is too unimpressive. How can this be worthy of the dead!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said loudly, "Come on, adjust the atmosphere for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of suona suddenly sounded in the car behind him, but the tune was not sorrow and joy, but the joyful birds pay homage to the phoenix.

Everyone's face suddenly changed. When other people's relatives were buried, they played such festive music, which was clearly a provocation, unconcealed provocation.

Zhou Zishan's face turned extremely blue in an instant. He was about to speak, but at this time, the third master Han next to him could no longer bear it, jumped over with a slap, slapped the suona player in the face, and roared angrily,

"You're looking for death."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a disciple of the martial arts association in black rushed over and punched Han Sanye in the heart, directly knocking him out.

He looked at Mr. Han San and said coldly, "You dare to end this scene today. Do you think you have the qualifications?"

Everyone behind was stunned. Who is Mr. Han San?

That was the king of the dark forces in Yuncheng. He was stomping his feet in Yuncheng, and the entire Yuncheng was trembling. However, in front of the disciples of the Martial Arts Association, he had no power of resistance and was slapped away by someone. The Martial Arts Association was actually so terrifying. How can I do this next?

But at this moment, a black shadow pounced on him like lightning. He shaved a big ear and pulled the face of the disciple of the martial arts association and directly pulled him out.

At this moment, a calm voice sounded from the back, "Do you think I have this qualification?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw an old man in a beggar's suit standing there, staring coldly at the Beggar's Gang disciple. There were clearly eight pockets on his shoulders.
Chapter completed!