Chapter 409： Martial arts school

On Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile slightly as he looked at the Jianghu forum, the post that detonated the entire Chinese martial arts world.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were deep, "Wang Xian'er?"

The entire arena forum has already been a buzzword.

People who didn't know Wang Xian'er were curious about who this Wang Xian'er was, and dared to make an appointment with Huaxia Qingdi.

Now that the name of the Qing Emperor is spreading all over the world, I don't know how many warriors regard Qin Xuan as a goal. Now, an unknown person actually calls for a battle?

And when some older martial arts experts heard the words Wang Xian'er, their faces showed incredible expressions.

God Gu teaches Wang Xianer?

Who dared to go to Shennong to grab the sacred tree, and go to Kunlun to fight for different species?

The five great families in Kyoto, and even some of the most powerful families, were shocked.

"Wang Xian'er made an appointment with the Qing Emperor, is it possible that the Qing Emperor has already entered the earth?"

"Go and check, what is going on?"

"Senior Wang, how could you go to meet the Qing Emperor? What happened?"

Many aristocratic families, many of China's top powerhouses are all full of shock.

Unlike the juniors who don't know who Wang Xian'er is, they know the terrible Wang Xian'er well.

"It seems that this rising Qing emperor has offended someone he can't afford!" In the eyes of those top powerhouses, it was almost a one-sided situation.

Wang Xian'er has been in the earth for an unknown number of years, ascending to Kunlun, entering Shennong, invincible, is truly a Chinese peerless.

How long is Qingdi now famous, not more than a year, even if he is a peerless arrogant, what can he do?

Kunlun, Ji Yaoyue was shocked when he heard the news, and then he sneered, "Let you be arrogant, and finally offend the unreasonable existence, I want to see it, Taishan is about to fight. , Are you still so arrogant?"

"Interesting!" On the Kunlun Mountains, a young man who seemed to be only 27 or 18 years old stood with his hand in his hand. He was dressed in white, and he was full of momentum, with a palm-sized sword hanging from his waist. Emperor?"

The young man smiled. In Kunlun, he was once known as Xiaoxianzun. He is 47 years old and has entered the earth.

In Shennong, there was an old man practicing alchemy in retreat. Suddenly, the pill cauldron trembled, and a glowing light emerged from it.

Subsequently, the old man put a longan-sized pill into the jade bottle.

"Master!"

Outside the alchemy room, there was already a young man standing with his eyes down, a burly figure with muscles like rocks.

With a smile on his face, the old man put away the jade bottle, pointed his finger a little, the light fell on a gossip plate in front of the alchemy room, and at that moment, the huge stone door opened.

"Hou'er, why are you here today?" He looked at the young man, with pampering eyes in his eyes.

"Wang Xian'er made an appointment with Qingdi, I want to go to Mount Tai once in the next year!" The young man bowed his head, his voice was like a bell.

"Wang Xian'er?" The smile on the old man's face gradually reduced, his brows frowned slightly, "Who is Qingdi?"

"I don't know!" The young man said solemnly.

The old man shook his head, "Alright, then you go!"

The young man bowed slightly, turned and strode away.

The old man couldn't help sighing, "At the beginning, you and Wang Xian'er lost three moves, and lost my Shennong Jianmu. At that time, you were not new to the innate, and now you are an earth immortal. It seems that you have long been unable to restrain your fighting spirit. ."

"Well, your path is different from mine."

On a small island overseas, a young man dangling grass roots, lazily basking in the sun.

"Rich, it's time to practice martial arts!" An old man stood holding his hand, looking at the young man, shaking his head and sighing.

Qian Fugui raised his head and raised his mouth slightly, "Grandpa, I want to go to China!"

The old man was startled, his brow furrowed, "It's not time for you to go out!"

The rich and the rich didn’t care, hippie smiled and said, “I heard that there will be a big battle in Mount Tai in the next year. Didn’t you say that I’m at a bottleneck now, so let’s take a look at the benefits, right?”

The old man frowned. He looked at the blue sea and muttered in his heart: "Wang Xian'er?"

Afterwards, he shook his head and smiled: "Go, no fun, I'll give you a week!"

Rich and wealthy immediately rejoiced, "Well, grandpa, you are the best!"

The old man shook his head and laughed, pointing at Qian Fugui and said: "You!"

Chen Family, Wangquan Mountain.

On this mountain, the sound is thunderous.

The demon tiger, which was seven feet long and covered in darkness, opened his **** mouth and rushed towards Chen Zixiao.

"With you, do you want to fight for this kingship?" Chen Zixiao smiled contemptuously. He put one hand behind him, pointed a little, and suddenly, a rainbow of light came out from his fingers, and it fell on the black tiger's head. .

This black tiger's fur is difficult to break even with armor-piercing bullets, and its strength is innate, but under this finger, the black tiger's head is bleeding and his pupils are dilated.

With a muffled noise, the black tiger's body fell.

Chen Zixiao smiled faintly and stood with his hands behind. He turned his head and looked out the mountain, "Wang Xian'er?"

After that, he shook his head slightly, "When I take control of this royal line, what about Wang Xian'er? Kill it, just a finger!"

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The lands are hidden, or the many strong people who are hidden in the Chinese land are also moved.

Most of them are hidden in the world, their minds are martial arts, and their bodies have no foreign objects.

Wang Xian'er is the best among them, and now a battle has made them all pay attention.

The last time Wang Xian'er did it was when he climbed to Kunlun. Now this battle, which seems to be a piece of news, has actually inspired many existences hidden outside the world on this ancient land of China.

Jinling, as the protagonist of this wave, Qin Xuan is still calm and indifferent.

He looked up at the high-rise building in front of Wanzhen, and there were even military guards nearby, prohibiting outsiders from approaching within a hundred meters.

Qin Xuan only took out a chapter of thin paper, which caused the soldiers to disperse and walk into the building calmly.

"Jinling Budo Academy?"

Qin Xuan smiled. He looked at the row of gilded characters and shook his head slightly.

Since it is a place to practice martial arts, why is it so gorgeous? Looking at this martial arts college, I am afraid that the cost is no less than tens of billions.

He walked straight into the martial arts academy, and there were still rare people around, and few people came.

"Come in!"

On the top floor of this building, Qin Xuan knocked on the door and entered.

He looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl in the building, slightly surprised.

"It's you?"

Tong Yuer, the immortal gentleman who protects the country.

"Why, no?" Tong Yuer said with a cold face, curling his mouth.

Qin Xuan ignored Tong Yu'er's attitude, and said lightly, "I promised Ning Ziyang to come to the Martial Arts Academy. I think you know?"

"I know!" Tong Yuer was sitting on the computer chair with his chin in both hands, looking at Qin Xuan.

"Then you should know the conditions I mentioned?" Qin Xuan sat down casually and looked at Tong Yu'er.

"Know!" Tong Yu'er frowned and snorted coldly without dissatisfaction.

"So, call me when I really enroll students!" Qin Xuan said slowly, getting up and leaving.

It was not until Qin Xuan left that Tong Yu'er was full of anger, and the conditions Ning Ziyang had mentioned flashed in his mind.

Only three people will be given pointers in one year, and they can leave at any time.

This is where he came to work at the Budo Academy, he is completely an uncle!

Tong Yu'er couldn't understand why Ning Ziyang had to come here?

"Arrogant and rude fellow!" she muttered indignantly.

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(End of this chapter)