Chapter 1830

Western Europe, British royal family.

In the palace hall, several people gathered at this time.

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

"Jack, what are you talking about?"

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

"My God, how could that be possible?"

"There must be something wrong with the news."

"Maybe it's the intelligence personnel who said less than one zero!"

Above the hall, a middle-aged man with a beard said in surprise. His words were full of unbelievable tone.

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

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

"I've proved it many times."

"If you don't believe it, you can contact Huaxia Temple of martial arts to inquire."

"China's seventh title master has appeared. We should always pay attention to it."

Ahead, Jack suggested.

King Carlo nodded: "well, you are right!"

"This matter, no one should know better than the temple of martial arts."

"Pray?"

"Pray it's not true."

"Otherwise, it would be terrible to be a 20-year-old grandmaster ~"

Lord Carlo's face was gloomy.

What is the issue of the great power dispute?

Undoubtedly, it is a strategic force!

The purpose of the arms race between the United States and the Soviet Union was to dominate the other side in terms of strategic nuclear power.

In the world of martial arts and Taoism, the title master is a strategic force.

A 20-year-old grand master has too much strategic deterrence.

Karogan could not imagine that if there were such demons in the temple of martial arts, what would the power of martial arts in China rise to in the future?

Under the worry, King Carlo immediately dialled the phone of the Chinese martial god temple.

In this way, almost at the same time, dozens of phone calls from countries around the world unexpectedly called the temple of martial arts.

China, the top of Yanshan mountain.

Xiao Chen, the swordsman, and Mo Gucheng, the boxing emperor, are almost crazy.

"What?"

"Chu Tianfan?"

"I don't know."

...

"I didn't lie to you!"

"We don't have such a person in the temple of martial arts?"

...

"we don't know each other?"

"There is no such person in the list of Chinese masters?"

"You may have made a mistake, don't you?"

...

"no way, I can't remember wrong."

"I don't remember that we have such a person in China!"

"If there had been one, we would have offered it up as our ancestors."

...

"Hello, old friend, I haven't contacted you for a long time?"

"Why did you call me all of a sudden?"

"What?"

"Chu Tianfan again?"

"Second Olympics!"

"We really don't know ~"

"there is no such person in the temple of martial arts ~"

...

one phone call after another rings like a soul call.

Only half a day has passed since the world has been waiting for us.

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

At that time, Mo Gucheng and others were confused.

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

But now, people all over the world are firmly convinced that Chu Tian, who is the seventh strong leader of the state of Zhu in China, is the title of their martial god hall.

"What's the name of this thing?" The swordsman almost cried.

An unheard of person, became the seventh title master of the temple of martial arts?

It's ridiculous!

"Lao ye, you have a wide range of contacts. Do you know who Chu Tian is?"

"Is he really a Chinese man?"