MTL - God-level Bodyguard in The City-Chapter 486 Tonight
Chapter 486: Tonight's Life Tonight
Qu Yuan died, but Zongzi was still eating; Dongpo was dead, but Dongpo ’s meat was still burning. Chang'e and Wu just got on, but Wuren Mooncake was still strong. Tradition and culture may be the few things in the world that can overcome time. Even if things are wrong, some habits will be preserved by word of mouth.
"The First Martial Arts Association in the World" is a similar culture. It began in the Song Dynasty. The earliest event was a gathering of several martial arts on the martial arts. Afterwards, various unregistered martial arts learned about this and they were all 30-50%. The meeting of the group went to the onlookers of the leisurely egg pain. As a result, some masters of the small martial arts looked at them. It turned out that the experts of the large martial arts were also a group of weak players, which was not as good as mine.
In this way, the small martial arts also demanded to join the war of torture and turn the martial arts society into a high-powered grand event competing for the "first in the world". The martial arts leader and solitary beg often appear in martial arts novels, which has similar meaning. It's just that the final winner's order is immovable, and he can only get a first name in the world, and everyone in the same team will yell "Yi brother".
However, such things as vanity name have a kind of magic to the people in the martial arts, just like watching the rotten woman who steals the tomb doesn't care about the plot at all, just wants to see the pictures of Ji Meng and Wu Xie. People who practice martial arts all take pride in being able to participate in this grand event. If they accidentally take the first place in the world, it will explode!
Unfortunately, with the change of the modern war mode, Wulin suffered a severe impact, many mysterious martial arts were lost, and some well-known martial arts masters were killed by foreign guns and artillery, which severely damaged the martial environment of the dynasty.
Some people who know how to use flower racks are teaching in the martial arts hall, and foreign martial arts are also invading the whole situation, completely disturbing the world. Therefore, those who really practice martial arts call those martial arts and the martial arts that can be seen on TV as the foreign martial arts, and define the world of those who have learned real martial arts as the martial arts. The twenty-year "World First Martial Arts Association" is An event that is open only to Li Wulin.
This kind of activity was originally guided by the eight martial arts in turn, but since the beginning of modern times, half of the eight martial arts have started selling souvenirs, and half of them have become 5a-level scenic spots. The monks have changed to open to female donors, and Taoists sell their incense to pray for blessings. After congratulations on getting rich, the first martial arts conference in the world has naturally become the pattern of the old Feng family continuing to be a villa. There is no way to have the financial resources, but also the sole family of the old Feng family who can host such a grand event.
The old Feng's family also attached great importance to this grand event. Seven days have passed since the lanterns were opened. The Fengjia Villa is filled with a festive atmosphere and is full of heat.
As for the death of the homeowner, it was concealed internally, and only a few people knew about it. In order not to disrupt the smooth holding of the First Martial Arts Convention.
The young master Feng Qianchi made others low-key, but he has become more of a master, and has begun to freely deploy men and women, besieged the night ghosts of Bai Gui, and sent his 13 family eagles and elders to go out. These are all He has absolutely no right to do things.
The tension between the brothers is increasing day by day, and rumors are circulating, everyone is like the ants on the hot pot, or the adolescent agitated boy sees the durian community.
Finally, after finishing many chores, Feng Qianchi began to put his mind on handling internal affairs, convened his 19 brothers, gathered in Juyitang, and held a serious internal conference.
The other brothers came to the venue early and actively, and sat around the long conference table, but Feng Qianchi couldn't stop dying, he pushed the door half an hour later than the agreed time. Then he greeted with a smile, "You've been waiting for a long time, I'm really sorry, something important is temporary, and I've rushed over when I finished processing it."
"Wait a long time? I've only tasted the taste of a large bowl of tea before Jin Junmei drank it. Wouldn't you wait a long time?" Feng Jiaren, the top seven, looked down with a blue and white tea cup, as the biggest sister among the brothers and sisters In 36 years, her face was cold and glamorous. Her height of 180 even made many men feel ashamed. Her full body was full of explosive muscles for combat.
The slaves all called her Feng Qianchi, the female version, and they always had a needlepoint with Mai Mang with the eldest brother. Some people say that she wants to be Feng Zetian's Wu Zetian. Whether it is or not, she has the momentum to dare to dismiss the owner.
"Seven sisters, don't give me face like this? Anyway, I'm the eldest brother!" Feng Qianchi laughed and sat in the chief position, just this one action, all the siblings at the table were almost staring out .
"Brother, have you been confused recently? Your position is here, that's your father's position." The second child Feng Fengshan Tieqing pulled the chair beside him with his face and leaned back. Although 39-year-old and Feng Qianchi are children of the same mother, the two brothers have also been fiercely competitive because of their ranking. They have not been less than a hundred times over the years, both in the face and in private. They are also considered to be Feng Qianchi's biggest obstacle.
"Oh? Did you sit wrong?" Feng Qianchi leaned on the back of the huge home chair and whispered, "I don't think so? After all, my dad has hung up. Isn't this place for me to sit? Should you come?
"Daddy's gone?" The news that should have been crying and shouting did not make the father's group of good children have any emotional fluctuations, not even the tearful guys. They had more or less news before they came, but they just let Feng Qianchi sit down.
"Who did it?" Feng Xixi, the youngest, asked without surprise. Regardless of his feminine name, he was actually a man. He just practiced ** and became somewhat "orientally undefeated".
"Who didn't come, naturally who did it, still use me to answer?" Feng Qianchi picked up the tea cup and tasted it. Although it was cold tea, it was still the first in the world because it was drunk in the owner's cup. delicious.
"I know the old man. Although he is a wild species, everyone has not looked at it pleasingly in recent years, but he is a smart man and he has won the favor of his dad recently. There is no reason for him to do this!" Standing at the table, his face was fierce, "I said you did it, I still believe it."
"What is so bold about people and how prolific the land is? Koizumi is short and not short of heart. He really remembers the title of everyone, killing his father, taking home seal, and gaining money. Now Feng Jiayin and his confidante Charms are in the hands of a nirvana, otherwise you think I'm full and support, at this time will send out the 13 eagles of the Feng family? "Feng Qianchi long thought about all the rhetoric, the real information Mixed with lies, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"Who killed the dad is another matter. Since the homeowner's position is under control, should we talk about it?" The old seven Feng Jiaren brought the topic on the right track.
"Since the eldest brothers have been fathers, I can be your father, isn't it normal for the current owner?" Feng Qianchi took for granted.
"Do you really take your own face? Do so many of our brothers die here? Whatever you want to be, what do you want? I still want to be the president of the bald eagle country? Can you?" The second child Feng Fengshan said with contempt.
"I don't care what you can do, anyway, I've already sat down, and naturally I won't give it to anyone anymore, I'm not convinced, you can ask me to grab it, solo or group fights, as long as you don't leave this Room, as long as I can admit defeat, I will give up my seat. "Feng Qianchi did not move like a mountain road.
"That being the case, let's have a fun time!" Feng Dingtian, a drunk fourth-person drunk body, woke up with a wine goblet, holding a red daughter in his arms from beginning to end, he looked like a An uncle who is an ordinary drunkard, but with one hand of drunken fists, he can definitely rank among the top five among these twenty-one brothers. No matter how drunk he is, he still has to be awake when he snatches the position of owner!
"Boom!" When the scene was tense, a black hood on the head and an old eleven in a leather suit pulled out a folding closing knife from the waist and shook the knife in front of the conference table in front of him. After two halves, taking the long table as the boundary, the front-end are all the top 10 high-ranking brothers, and the back-end is from 11 to 20, which are all post-90s siblings.
"The Tao has been drawn. We are all big brothers. To be against the big brother is to be against us. Think about it, do you really have a chance to win?" Old Eleven Feng Binghan didn't suppress the education path.
"Oh, now the post-90s little **** kids are so daring, adults speak little **** shit and a wool? Only kindergarten male aunts like Feng Qianchi you will play with this group of mentally disabled guys." Lao Qi Feng Jiaren lowered her tea cup and stood up.
"You guys, isn't it too small to fight here? The clothes will get dirty!" The oldest Feng Xixi sighed resentfully.
"My heart is dark, who cares about clothes?" Feng Fengshan sneered.
"It's worth a life tonight, everyone should stop staring. Let's do it." Feng Qianchi stepped on the table and pushed himself back with his homeowner more than 2 meters. The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.
Swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, clubs, sticks, flogging hammer claws, crutches, meteors, pointed, barbed, ribbed, bladed, velvet, chained, down The hooks and the Emei spurs were all pulled out for a while. In the room, all the tangible and intangible things were destroyed.
This kind of blood-stained scenes will kill Huang Quan's fights with a little slack. For Feng's children, it is a play between classes, interrupting each other's bones, as normal as throwing mud at each other. In Feng's family, there were occasional deaths of Feng's children in the fun ... It must be known that Feng Quan's previous ranking was 24 ...
It's just that when everyone becomes an adult, this kind of beating is replaced by mutual threats and benefits exchange. To be honest, this adult's gameplay is the **** fun of Feng Qianchi, and the real warrior should use his fist. Speak, shout with the blade, the closer your relatives, the more you should use your own strength to express your emotions.
Looking at my eyes, I do n’t want to kill myself, and my brothers and sisters who do n’t care about other people ’s lives kill each other. Feng Qianchi is really ...
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