Wang Chao's martial arts cultivation reached the highest level, and he became agitated. He subdued Chinese forces around the world, such as the Hongmen, the Daquan Gang, the Qing Gang, etc. In front of these people, he showed some real skills, such as holding

He turned iron into clay, swallowed gold and chewed iron, which shocked countless foreign masters and made him the best master in the world.

Wang Chao kept moving and united with major underground forces in Japan, Korea, Europe and the United States, such as the Mafia, Yamaguchi-gumi, the Holy See, Muslims in the Middle East, the Indian Yoga Association, the Imperial Martial Arts Association, the Taekwondo Association, the Karate Association, and the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Association.

etc.

Wang Chao unified the forces in the underground world, including wooing, suppressing, intimidating, and bribing him. In short, he used all methods, and then through Liao Junhua, a princeling, he donated a political donation to get through the connections above.

, a major news was announced through the world media.

World Martial Arts Conference, masters of various boxing techniques and kung fu from all over the world can participate. The venue is set in the capital, and the entire competition process is broadcast live. There are no rules. All players participating in the World Martial Arts Conference need to sign a life and death certificate, even in

If someone is beaten to death during the game, the opponent does not need to bear any legal responsibility.

Wang Chao will use the huge stage of this martial arts event to defeat Li Daoqing in front of the whole world, step onto the throne of No. 1 in the world, and prove that he is the most powerful.

As soon as this news came out, the whole world was shocked. Everyone paid attention to this World Martial Arts Conference. The World Cup and the Olympic Games were not as popular as this World Martial Arts Conference. The reason is very simple. There is Mu Qiang in human nature.

With their own genes, everyone is extremely curious about the strength and weakness of kung fu in different parts of the world. They want to know which country has the best kung fu, and who has the strongest kung fu and can become the best in the world.

In addition to the above points, the World Martial Arts Conference has also set up huge bonuses. The champion can get one billion US dollars. This is a huge sum of money that cannot be found in any competition. The whole world is restless, and countless masters have set off towards China.

Come, all of a sudden, demons and monsters appeared one after another, causing a lot of trouble.

Of course, there are some masters who don't strive for fame and wealth, and don't like to be born in the world, but Wang Chao still won't let them go. He took action all over the world and forced out every master in the world. Then he quietly returned to China.

Under the recommendation of Liao Junhua, I visited an old man. This man was extremely powerful and had a distinguished status. Even Wu Wenhui, a man with two stars on his shoulders, must be respectful to him.

There is a heavily guarded courtyard. The courtyard is lined with big trees, and the birds are chirping happily on the trees. It is surrounded by red walls and glazed tiles. It is tall and large. A special car drives into the courtyard through a deep arch.

Looking from outside the arch of the courtyard, there are still red walls, layer upon layer. There are several fully armed soldiers standing on both sides of the courtyard. These people have at least An Jin cultivation. Everyone is a sharpshooter with weapons in hand.

At that time, even Dan Jin masters could not break through their defenses, and they would even kill them if they were not careful. It can be said that they were heavily guarded.

As expected, the little boy was attracted by Wang Chao's words. He stopped and put down his movements. His big round eyes were full of clear curiosity and he looked at Wang Chao.

The old man's meaning was obvious. The conversation between the two was over. After Wang Chao was given a final meal, he could leave.

Wang Chao glanced at Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong very indifferently, but did not take them into his heart. Since he stepped into the realm of breaking the void and seeing the gods as indestructible, he has made trouble in the underground world and has seen too many things.

A master who has never been defeated has developed an invincible trend. He does not pay attention to anything or any opponent. He thinks that he is invincible. This is a mysterious state of mind and state that can make Wang Chao

Exhibit twelve points of strength.

"Of course I am a god!"

The old man nodded when he heard this and said to Wu Wenhui who was sitting beside him.

"Young people have good memories, and they can still remember things they met only once!"

Wang Chao is now respected as the best player in the world by masters from all over the world. He is so popular that even old people have heard of Wang Chao.

The old man was as bright as a torch, but he couldn't see Wang Chao's mood. He smiled, nodded, and said.

Wang Chao said this in front of everyone, which was a slap in the face. Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong also stood up one after another, their momentum exploded, and they pressed towards Wang Chao.

"Sword Immortal!"

Needless to say, Wu Wenhui was Wang Chao's old boss. When Wang Chao defected, Wu Wenhui had the idea of ​​​​resigning. In the end, if the old man sitting on the sofa hadn't been careful, he would have been retiring in a nursing home.

"Young man, come on, come on, sit wherever you want, don't be formal!"

"If you don't ask the common people about ghosts and gods, people in Yuxi will laugh at Han Wenjun. Please see that there are no talented people in the Xuan Dynasty, and witchcraft has killed thousands of people. Emperor Hanwen asked about ghosts and gods clearly, and everything was safe. On the contrary, Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty did not ask clearly about ghosts and gods. In the

In his later years, a witchcraft case occurred and he killed his son and wife. This is the most ironic thing, Xiao Wang, don’t you think so?"

Suddenly, there was a noise from children outside the quiet restaurant, and then a five or six-year-old boy jumped in, shouting non-stop.

Wang Chao was led by a secretary and entered a room. There were four people inside. One was an old man Wang Chao had never seen before. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. This old man often appeared in major news and had a very important identity.

Noble, one of the top figures, can decide the fate of countless people.

Wang Chao replied casually, constantly looking at the old man opposite him. In order to return to China to hold the World Martial Arts Conference, he paid a huge price, not to mention money. He also helped the mainland solve some difficult problems abroad.

trouble, otherwise how would he dare to come back.

"When did you return to China?"

Wang Chao was bold and unruly. Although he was afraid of the old man, he was not afraid of him. He sat down opposite the old man, full of momentum, much more relaxed than the three people on the sofa next to him, and his muscles were loose.

The energy dissipated, as if I had returned to my own home. Of course, my sitting posture was still calm, not too presumptuous.

"I also practice Tai Chi often. Although I don't know much about Kung Fu, I still have some understanding! I would like to ask you, a master of Jindan, whether meditation luck, qi, blood and meridians are true or false."

The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Wang Chao, who was a little surprised, with soft eyes.

Several people sat at the same table. The dishes were very simple, all home-cooked dishes. The old man ate very deliciously. He chatted with Wang Chao from time to time. The atmosphere was very harmonious. Only Wu Wenhui and the other three were nervous throughout the whole process and kept talking to Wang Chao.

Full of vigilance, careful guard.

This courtyard gives people the illusion of being in an ancient deep palace compound. Entering it, you can't tell the difference between east, west and north. It should be that a Taoist master used the art of Qimen Dunjia to make many settings in the yard, like a maze.

Generally, ordinary people cannot tell the direction at all.

The porcelain bowl broke and the pieces scattered on the ground.

"You didn't do your job well!"

Wang Chao looked at the little boy with a faint smile on his face, his expression straightened, and he said firmly.

Although Wang Chao was chatting with the old man, most of his mind was on Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong. Two masters of the land of immortals were beside him. How could he turn a blind eye?

A sneak attack. Of course, this is unlikely, after all, it would put the old man in danger.

Wu Wenhui was responsible for monitoring Wang Chao's whereabouts. Wang Chao had been back for several days, but he didn't know. This was his dereliction of duty.

"Shenxian, Feijian, I don't want to learn from Ultraman anymore, I want to learn from the gods. Are you the uncle of the gods?"

As soon as Wang Chao said this line of poetry, Wu Wenhui was immediately furious. He stood up in anger, glared at each other angrily, and opened his mouth to reprimand.

Wang Chao's expression changed, a light flashed in his eyes, he waved and shouted softly.

"Look, I'm a god. I can spit flying swords. I'm better than Ultraman, I guess."

Even when the old man saw Wang Chao spitting flying swords, he was already calm and composed. He just sighed, as if nothing could surprise him.

The old man is well-informed and well-educated. Not to mention that Wang Chao is just performing a move of exhaling breath into a sword. Even if a real god comes to the world, he may still not show surprise. If Mount Tai collapses in front of him, his expression will not change.

The determination is truly admirable.

Even though Wang Chao was a scumbag, he couldn't help blurting out the words even though he was slightly stunned.

The old man looked at Wang Chao's noisy grandson, stretched out his hand to wave, and shouted.

Wu Wenhui's face was ashen and very ugly. There was a sharp gaze in the depths of his eyes like a falcon. He stared at Wang Chao. He stood up quickly and admitted his mistake.

When Wang Chao saw that the old man was not moved at all, he felt a little disappointed, and then he didn't take it to heart anymore. He was an extremely confident, even arrogant person, and he had developed an invincible attitude. Such a small failure has already made him invincible.

It can't affect his mood anymore.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was past twelve o'clock, so he couldn't help but stand up and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

Wang Chao was stunned when he heard the words, and thoughts floated in his mind. When his martial arts cultivation reached his level, his memory and wisdom were greatly improved compared to ordinary people. The memories of scenes were like movie reels, constantly flipping, and time was in his memory.

Rewinding the flow, Wang Chao suddenly stopped flipping, locked onto a figure, suddenly realized, looked at the old man with some surprise, and said in a deep voice.

These two poems are written by Li Shangyin about Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty summoning Jia Yi. During the Han Dynasty, Jia Yi had a talent for governing the country. After Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty heard about it, he summoned him to the palace and talked about things at night, but instead of talking about the common people, he asked about ghosts and gods.

, is a poem that satirizes Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty.

Wang Chao exhaled his breath and turned into a sword. He could actually pierce a porcelain bowl two meters away with one breath, enough to kill people. The power of this magical power was at least ten times greater than an ordinary breath-turned sword.

Three people were sitting on the sofa next to them. When they saw Wang Chao enter, these people's muscles tensed up, their energy and blood surged, and they were very nervous. They were all Wang Chao's old acquaintances, Wu Wenhui, Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong.

The old man just nodded lightly and said nothing else. Wu Wenhui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat back again.

The old man who was sitting upright saw Wang Chao entering the room, waved his hand, and said very gently.

A bright and proud smile appeared on the corner of Wang Chao's lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, he bent down, reached out and touched the little boy's head, glanced at the old man's thoughtful face, and said in a deep voice.

"It's already noon, Xiao Wang, let's have a light meal together at my place! As for the World Martial Arts Conference, you can go back and talk to that boy Junhua, he will be responsible for this matter!"

"I came back the day before yesterday!"

While Wang Chao was speaking, he picked up a small porcelain bowl beside him, tossed it gently, and landed steadily on the ground two meters away. Without making any sound, he glanced at everyone and opened his mouth.

Vomit, a white light flashed and hit the porcelain bowl on the ground.

The old man has a deep voice and speaks slowly and forcefully. This is a common characteristic of superiors. Every word must be carefully considered and brewed over and over again. Only when there are no problems will he speak out. Every word will be perfectly matched and no faults can be found.

, think twice before speaking.

"What you said makes sense. I don't understand this either. It's better not to show off my shame. Let's talk about how to practice the golden elixir!"

Wang Chao had completely remembered that he once met this old man when he was practicing boxing in Zhu Jia's community in the morning.

"Wang Chao, you are brave!"

"Kids, instead of being Ultraman, we will show you something more powerful and magical!"

The old man and Wang Chao were just chatting, and before they knew it, half an hour had passed. Wu Wenhui and the other three were tense throughout the whole process, and all their attention was focused on Wang Chao, lest Wang Chao would be bold enough to make a stab at Jing Ke.
To be continued...