700 Chapter 700

Zhang Hui was talking to the young man, and Fu Yan also came over to hear him. Fu Yan heard that the foreign affairs officer did not come to greet them when he was watching the martial arts competition. See us, what kind of thing is he, watch me go get him over."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the martial arts field.

Zhang Hui knows that Fu Yan can do everything. Although he also hates the arrogant virtues of the foreign affairs officer, he thinks that they come to the country of Yan, after all, they are in other people’s territory, and the trouble will only be for himself. Tian Du, so he went to the martial arts training ground with Fu Yan.

As soon as Zhang Hui walked to the martial arts field, he heard a burst of cheers, and it seemed that the martial arts inside was reaching a wonderful place.

The young man who had just been with Zhang Hui also followed, and he ran in front of Zhang Hui and dived into the crowd.

Zhang Hui's eyes chased the young man away, wanting to see who this arrogant foreign official was.

The middle of the martial arts field was surrounded by layers of people. After the young man got into the crowd, he couldn't be seen for a while.

Zhang Hui saw Fu Yan drilling in the middle of the crowd, and quickly followed Fu Yan.

They finally squeezed to the front of the crowd. When Fu Yan saw that the two of them were competing, he forgot that he had come to look for the foreign affairs officer, and watched the match with relish.

Fu Yan looked straight at the two men who were fighting fiercely in the middle. The two men took off their shirts and were scrambling together.

Fu Yan frowned for a while and sighed for a while, unaware that Zhang Hui was standing next to him.

Zhang Hui's eyes circled the front to find the foreign affairs officer. He saw the young man standing next to a middle-aged man with a moustache sitting in front. The young man lowered his head and was talking to him. , Zhang Hui guessed that the person should be the foreign affairs officer.

The foreign affairs officer seemed to be listening to the young man next to him, but his eyes couldn't be separated from the man in the middle of the martial arts competition.

At this time, there was another cry from the crowd, seeing that the two in the middle had already decided the victory and defeat. One of them pressed his knees on the back of his opponent, raised his head and looked at the crowd, his expression was extremely triumphant, and he was crushed on the ground. The corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and struggled a few times but still couldn't get up.

Then the cry reached a peak, and the victorious man arched his hands to the surrounding audience, and when he walked to Zhang Hui's side, he gave Zhang Hui a contemptuous look.

"A Yang is so skilled, he deserves to be the number one warrior in Qiyun State."

The brawny man named Ayang raised his palm to signal for everyone to lower their voices, and smiled: "Brothers have lifted me too much. What can I do for these few times? There are many people in Qiyun State who are better than me. Besides, besides us Yan, Qi and Beimang, they are even more masters like clouds..."

When A Yang said this, he looked at Zhang Hui again: "Hey, this little brother looks like he's from Qi."

Hearing what A Yang said, the people next to him looked at Zhang Hui together.

A Yang looked at Zhang Hui defiantly, and walked towards Zhang Hui. From the standpoint of his figure, he was much stronger than Zhang Hui.He just said that Qi Guo and Bei Mang are also masters. At this moment, he wanted to prove to the people next to him how strong he is in front of a Qi Guo, so he grabbed Zhang Hui's arm with his palm: " I see this brother has been looking at this side, does he also want to come up and make gestures?"

Zhang Hui was originally impatient with the foreign affairs officer. He was looked at by this person with such provocative eyes, and now he was still working at him. He was annoyed. When A Yang grabbed him, his wrist turned towards A Yang. A Yang frowned in pain.

"Oh, there are two more." A Yang originally wanted to borrow Zhang to let him dominate his prestige. How did he know that he had encountered a strong opponent at once? He finally hit the ring at the end, where would he be willing to lose? The Qi people suddenly appeared in the hands.

Zhang Hui wanted to leave this place quickly, and had no patience to fight this person.

Zhang Hui slammed A Yang's wrist, slammed his back against his chest, and slapped him quickly with the other hand, and fell him to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The crowd onlookers didn't make a fuss anymore. They looked at the strange Qi nationality dumbfounded, completely failing to understand how Zhang Hui defeated their first warrior in an instant.

After a period of silence, everyone began to discuss.

It was completely unexpected that A Yang was knocked to the ground by Zhang Hui so suddenly, his face flushed with anger, and he had to fight Zhang Hui when he got up.

Zhang Hui saw A Yang pounced toward him again, grabbed his wrist again, and slammed to one side. A Yang was slammed to the ground so much pain that he did not dare to scream.

"Oh, warrior!" At this moment, the foreign affairs officer sitting on the stage ran down and shouted as he ran.

Zhang Hui looked over there, and at a glance he felt that the foreign affairs officer's actions were really funny.

This person didn't seem to be an official at all, and his actions were indifferent, no different from the people under this stage, and even more rude than many people inside.

The most conspicuous thing on his face is the two moustaches, which turn up when they smile.He walked up to Zhang Hui, looked at Zhang Hui with envy, and looked up and down Zhang Hui, and finally looked and looked at his face.

"Qi people?" the foreign affairs officer asked, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes.

Zhang Hui felt that this man was not doing business, watching the competition here, he was a little impatient with him, but he just gave him an "um".

At this time, the little servant next to the foreign affairs officer ran over and said, "My lord, he is the censor from Qi."

"Oh, the distinguished guest is here, why don't you come and call me?" The foreign affairs officer blew his beard and stared and scolded.

"I urged you twice just now, you said..." The young man's tone was very aggrieved.

Zhang Hui saw that the foreign affairs officer not only couldn't distinguish the importance of things, but he couldn't remember what he had said. He really wanted to get rid of this trouble soon and leave this place earlier.

The foreign affairs officer kept staring at Zhang Hui's face, and then muttered: "Why is this little brother so familiar? He seems to have seen him somewhere, hey, no, he seems to be younger!"

He watched for a while, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He raised his head and asked Zhang Hui: "Do you have a father?"

Zhang Hui snorted coldly at him, then asked, "Don't you have a father?"

The few people nearby laughed secretly when they heard it. It seems that the foreign affairs officer often becomes everyone's joke.

"No, no, I mean, have I met your father?" the foreign affairs officer continued.

Zhang Hui's mind suddenly went blank. What does this person mean he has met Lu Yan?