Chapter 7890

After hearing the words of this middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo, song Fengming opened his mouth in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"This is the great contest of the plains clan in China, and it is not allowed to participate in the practice of other forces!"

"What's more, now that we have come to an end, you and your disciples should fight back and forth."

"That's not true..."

"in my opinion, there are no national boundaries and national boundaries in the realm of Xiuzhen. In other words, we all treat each other equally, contact each other and make progress with each other."

"However, it's good to finish now. It's just time to let the so-called first day of young Chinese generation you just mentioned compete with my disciples."

"Let's see which side is stronger and which is weaker."

At this time, the middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo opened his mouth with a light tone.

However, just when song Fengming was about to say no again, he saw a middle-aged man in Xinluo and added again.

"You've been pushing and hustling here, and you're hesitant. Are you afraid of China?"

"Your so-called first day of China is not as good as my disciples?"

"Doesn't it mean that your Chinese practice can't compare with ours?"

I saw that the middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo could not help but sneer, and his eyes were full of scorn. He sneered again.

"Sure enough, just as it is said among the international practice circles, the Chinese spiritual world has been in a complete decline, and it has already reached the embarrassing predicament of no successor and no successor!"

"What do you say?"

After hearing the two key words of the middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo, song Fengming can't help but get angry. He can't help but want to start fighting, but he is stopped by the old man in black.

"The old song dynasty, everything must take the overall situation as the most important thing, do not be impulsive."

I saw that the black robed old man also had a heavy taste when he said this.

The swordsman in front of Xinluo must be more than his simple identity on the surface.

If he was really hurt on the land boundary of the Chinese plain, it would certainly lead to a battle between the two great forces of the Chinese and the Silla.

Although, this is just the matter of the cultivators, once some important figures are involved, it will also become an international struggle and contest between China and Silla in the secular world.

Now, Huaxia is in the critical moment of taking off and rising, and it is not convenient to argue with other forces until it is absolutely necessary.

What's more, Xinluo now has a stepfather behind him.

"What do you want?"!

See, this black robed old man narrowed his eyes, coldly staring at the middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo.

"China, since ancient times, is the land of rites, the kingdom of heaven, and the birthplace of Confucian culture."

Although the black robed old man was also very disgusted with the sudden appearance of the two swordsmen in Xinluo, he really had to show his outstanding demeanor to speak.

"Very simple, let my disciple and your so-called first Chinese genius Wu Mingsheng fight against each other!"

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