"Huh? Who is this old man?" Yan Murong tilted his head, as if he had just discovered someone next to him, showing a smile that he would be as worthy as he deserved. "I'm discussing the name of this Kunlun Comrade
, what advice do you have?"
After Zheng Yan shouted, he knew that he had been fooled---Isn't this just asking for scolding me?
"Yan Murong, what do you want to do? This is the venue for the traditional Chinese medicine seminar." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice, reminding Yan Murong not to do anything here.
"I heard that Brother Kunlun is very skilled in martial arts. Murong admires him very much. I wonder if he can compete with me?" Yan Murong ignored Zheng Wuming at all and asked with a smile on his face.
"Wow!"
The audience around was suddenly in an uproar, and many people had already started discussing.
This kid is so awesome. He thought he would be invincible if he solved the virus, so he actually wanted to compete with Zheng Wuming's bodyguard.
Zheng Wuming's face darkened. He knew that Yan Murong was revenge for stopping him halfway through the last time. And the time he was at the duckweed club, he seemed to be provoking him like this.
"Oh, Murong, are you going to fight?" Before Kunlun could answer, Yan Minghua grabbed Yan Murong's arm with excitement and said excitedly. "Hurry up, beat me up, beat this bastard hard for me, let me
He dares to attack me."
The audience around them were even more puzzled. They didn't know why Yan Murong ran up to provoke him. Now when he heard this woman say that it seemed that it was because the man named Kunlun touched her?
Damn, if you are so detrimental to the country and the people, don’t go out to the streets. When you go out to the streets, a man will have this kind of thought.
Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly in his heart-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-----It's a headache.
"It's really unhappy. You're still a man." Unable to hear Kunlun's answer, Yan Murong curled his lips with disdain.
"Kunlun." At this time, Zheng Yan suddenly spoke. "Since the young master of the Yan family wants to discuss with you, then go. It's still early now, there are so many people coming, and everyone has no fun, just give it a treat
Everyone have some fun -- remember, this is a competition, just click it and try not to hurt people."
"Yes!" Kunlun nodded and walked out from behind Zheng Wuming, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he stared at Yan Murong tightly.
The old man finally spoke. This bastard first called himself a slave, and then scolded him too. It is OK to scold himself, but the old man must not be scolded.
The reason why he ran away last time was because the mysterious man who used a flying knife in the dark made him feel scruples. He also told Zheng Wuming that the other party's strength was not inferior to his, so he chose to escape.
But facing Yan Murong, he was confident that he would beat him down within ten moves, and he would not have to do his best.
What did the old man just said? Just click and try not to hurt others?
Hehe, Kunlun sneered and thought, it seems that the old man was also angry-----What he said was not to not hurt people, but to try not to hurt people. Try to do so, then there will always be a mistake. Even if he is
So what can the Yan family do? But he himself proposed to discuss.
"It's here?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to the large space that was empty in the middle.
"It's here." Kunlun nodded, took the lead in going around, stood in the middle, and moved the microphone aside in the middle---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Except for the teachers and principals who led the team, the rest of the Chinese medicine colleges in various places are all students. They are all very young and in their early twenties. When they heard that they really wanted to fight, they were so excited that they looked very excited.
He looked at the two people standing in the middle excitedly, while Chen Hanqing and Teng Xiangling looked worried.
Looking at Yan Murong's smile on his face, Teng Xiangling was a little puzzled. He was powerful and could beat him-----but could he beat Zheng Wuming's bodyguard?
Just imagine, what is Zheng Wuming's identity? People with his identity can't wait to keep up with dozens of bodyguards after going out every day. He usually brings one person.
Either he doesn't care about his life, or he has extraordinary trust in this person, knowing that even if he is the only one, he can protect him.
Of course, Zheng Wuming is not a fool-even if he is a fool, he cannot ignore his life.
"Little Yanzi, kick me a few more kicks, it's best to make him the second-last eunuch in China." Yan Minghua's face was full of excitement, put his hands in a trumpet shape, and shouted at Yan Murong.
"Okay, I'll try my best." Yan Murong asked with a smile. "Why is the second to last?"
"So stupid." Yan Minghua giggled. "The last place is left for his master."
Hearing Yan Minghua's words, Zheng Wuming's face became much gloomy again, but he felt deeply helpless in his heart-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Head, if you can, just bear it.
At this time, there was another noise outside, and then Liang Zhengtao and a few men in suits appeared at the door of the venue.
When Liang Zhengtao saw Yan Murong and Kunlun standing in the middle of the venue, he was stunned for a moment.
"Minister Liang." Zheng Yan walked over and greeted Liang Zhengtao with a smile. As for the other officials of the Ministry of Health who followed Liang Zhengtao, Zheng Yan just nodded.
"Old Zheng, Old Hua, Old Li." Liang Zhengtao greeted the three old men politely before pointing at Yan Murong and asked. "What are they doing?"
"Haha." Zheng Yan smiled and said. "They thought it was too boring and said they wanted to learn about their martial arts.----Since ancient times, they have said that medical and martial arts are not separated. I think the two young people have some foundation.
It also opened our eyes to our old guys.”
"Oh, let's talk." Liang Zhengtao nodded with a smile, but he didn't care.
Discussion? Haha, it’s a good deal, it’s best to make that bastard suffer a little.
Liang Shaokun, who was standing behind Liang Zhengtao, had his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Yan Murong with a gloating look on his face.
He now hopes that the man opposite Yan Murong can beat him hard, and it is best if he can beat him so hard that he can't even recognize his biological mother.
When Liang Shaokun thought of Yan Murong's blue-faced and swollen pig head, he felt very happy----When he was going up to "condolences" for a while, would he be angry to death by himself? Liang Shaokun thought excitedly.