The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

"This martial arts competition is fair, open and just. Opponents are determined by drawing lots. Each contestant has his own number, but he will not meet his own people."

"One hour later is the first round of knockout rounds, and the top [-] contestants will be selected directly!"

"According to the rules of the Budokai, there is a three-day break for each match, which is also time for injured players to heal their injuries!"

"..."

Wang Mang talked eloquently for ten minutes.

The Martial Arts Conference is held every six years, and everyone has already sharpened their swords, and no one wants to listen to Wang Mang's wordy words.

In particular, it has long been rumored that Wang Mang, the president of the Manhole Club, has the intention to cleanse himself.

Some people from the Hei Nation suddenly felt repulsive.

The black state washes white, that is the most disdainful people on the road!
But this is the home of the Manhole Society after all, and anyone with a brain knows that it is not good to provoke the Manhole Society at this time.

There were also ten contestants sitting in front of the place where the members of the Manhole Club were. The two bearded men at the head were more eye-catching than the Sand Tigers of the Four King Kongs.

These two are masters invited by the Manhole Society from Mount Fanjing, Yu Ji, Yu Yang, two senior brothers.

They are all masters in the middle and late stages with bodies like bows!

But no one paid attention to the other few people, especially the last one among the ten people, Sixiang Zhangkuang, who had long hair tied up and seemed to be smirking.

The arrogance at this moment is like a gangster who pretends to be a gangster. Although he tried his best to restrain his breath, he was still perceived as a late-stage cultivation base.

Not as good as the other three other than the Four King Kong Sand Tigers!

Zhang Kuang was indeed trying to restrain his aura, but he could only restrain it to this extent, still showing his strength.

Unlike Yang Feng, phantom spirit Rebecca and other monsters, the method of restraining breath can make one's own breath undetectable.

Especially Yang Feng, who is not a supernatural being, but has a special ability to restrain breath.

Even if he broke out in combat power, he couldn't tell what his cultivation was.

Mount Fanjing had some connections with the Shajing Society a long time ago, which makes some people who want to eat the Shajing Society slightly fearful.

Of course, many black state associations have their own power relations behind them.

The Small Knife Society, Red Gang, Sky Eagle Gang, Brother Pao Society, etc. all have their own forces.

And Brother Pao will even invite warriors from the Yuemu Kingdom!
It made some people look sideways, but no one dared to ask any questions!
"Hmph, the manhole club wants to clean up? This stupid Wang Mang!"

Yan Huating, the president of the Pao Brothers Association, had cold eyes. In his opinion, if a black country wants to be whitewashed, it is not far from death.

Looking at the past and present, how many people who have been laundered have a good end?

At most it's not black and white!

"This martial arts club is very important to our Pao Brother Club, and we must definitely win the first place."

Yan Huating looked at the ten players from the Brother Pao Club, especially the seven with long knives hanging from their waists.

The seven members of Taidao!
The Black Dragon Society forcibly intervened in this martial arts meeting. Yan Huating was on guard at first, but after knowing that it was the Taidao Qibu, he immediately agreed to the Black Dragon Society.

Because he wants to use the Black Dragon Society to expand the influence of the Brother Pao Society.

Especially to overwhelm the Small Knife Society and the Red Gang.

Because these two big gangs are the same as his brother Pao's, they are separated from the original Tiandihui!

Now they are all vying for the position of the big brother of Tang's underground forces!
"As the host of this Martial Arts Conference, my Shajing Club must maintain the peace of Shenchuan County."

"For those who dare to make trouble during this period, no matter who they are, my manhole club will never give him face!"

After Wang Mang on the host stage spoke for more than ten minutes, his tone suddenly changed.

"Wow~!"

Immediately, eight burly men from the manhole society came out escorting four embarrassed people.

"Qilian Mountain Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four Swords!"

"He's really a member of the Small Knife Club!"

"I have long heard that Tiandi Xuanhuang, the striker of the Little Swords Club, provoked the Shajing Society, but was suppressed by Thunder. I still don't believe it, it's true!"

"The manhole community should not be underestimated!"

"..."

Seeing Tiandi Xuanhuang and the others being escorted up by people from the Shajing Society.

Some gangs and associations around were shocked.

The Manhole Club really dared to attack the members of the Small Knife Society!
Although the members of the Little Knife Club are provoking the Shajing Society, the Little Knife Club is one of the three overlords of the underground forces in the Tang Kingdom!

It even faintly has the title of the first gang force!
What is the Manhole Society?
Doing so is like giving the Knife Society a slap appetizer before the Budo Tournament!

"Wang Mang!"

In the direction of the Little Knife Club, Hong Zun's expression turned ugly, and the group of people behind him were even more furious.

"Damn!"

Li Yihong's face was ashen, his fists clenched, but he looked carefully at his father Hong Zun.

"President Hong, I believe you should know that these four people came to my manhole club to provoke. Not only did they kill a dozen technicians with strong bows, but they also injured my brother from the manhole club."

"Of course, I believe that these four people must be arbitrarily asserting their own opinions, but there must be rules in everything, and I have already negotiated with the members of your Small Knife Society to redeem people today."

"Now I will return these four people to you."

"Let go."

Wang Mang waved his hand with a smile, as if Tiandi Xuanhuang and the others were nothing at all.

"Hmph, President Wang Mang, although these four people have made their own decisions, they are members of the Small Sword Society after all. They will naturally be punished for breaking the rules, and I will also be punished by the Criminal Hall of the Small Sword Society."

"President Wang Mang spared their lives because of friendship."

"I will remember this feeling with my knife."

Hong Zun's face was expressionless, making it hard to see the depth of it. It seemed to be very low-key, but it was a pun.

This is the favor of the Shajing Society, because according to the rules, the Xuanhuang Four Swords of Heaven and Earth are provoking the Shajing Society.

But Hong Zun's words seemed to tell the manhole society that even if he was not strict in discipline, Tiandi Xuanhuang was still a member of the Little Swords Club, and this Liangzi Xiaodao Club will remember it!

"Elder Situ, redeem people."

Hong Zun nodded slightly, knowing that Wang Mang asked for 4000 million.

Money is nothing, but this money is dug out from the mouth of the knife society, it is ability!
This is face!
The black state association is talking about a face.

"This is 4000 million, President Wang Mang, you can take it!"

The white-haired Situ Xuankong suddenly took a step.

"Om~!"

A bank card in his hand shot at Wang Mang like a sharp knife.

"what!"

Wang Mang's eyes narrowed sharply, he had heard about it before, but just as Wang Mang's face changed, the bank card slowly enlarged in his pupils.

Situ Xuankong had no killing intent, this card could only hurt Wang Mang at most.

He just wanted to embarrass Wang Mang, let Wang Mang know that the Manhole Society is nothing in the eyes of the Xiaodaohui!
"Hey!"

But Yu Ji, a bearded disciple of Mount Fanjing, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the bank card like a sharp knife.

"Shua~!"

But Yuji's face changed, and his body was bulging again and again before she lost his strength.

"So strong!"

Yuji opened his eyes wide and looked at Situ Xuankong.

"Senior brother, are you alright!"

"Shua~!"

Yuyang also looked in the direction of the Little Knife Club with a solemn expression.

"fine."

Yu Ji waved his hand, and looked at Situ Xuankong again, "I didn't expect there to be such a master in the Little Knife Society!"

"Star Picker?"

"A disciple of Mount Fanjing?"

Situ Xuankong's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't look at the two of Yuji more, but returned to behind Hong Zun again.

Although Fanjing Mountain is a sect power, it is only compared to Qilian Mountain, and it is far inferior to the big sects of Wuyi Taoist Temple!
"Oh?"

And at the inconspicuous position at the end of the manhole club, Yang Feng's eyes moved.

Take another look at the white-haired Situ Xuankong!