The Strongest Abandoned Son-in-law: The Stunning CEO Regrets and Cries

The breeze comes slowly, bringing with it the fragrance of earth.

At this moment, Qingyang Lake was almost surrounded by people.

The two major military alliances in the north and the south were facing each other across the lake and were at war with each other.

The decisive battle place of the martial arts conference is on Qingyang Lake.

Many days ago, the Martial Alliance built a huge arena with a radius of 100 meters in the middle of Qingyang Lake.

The arena is surrounded by water, so ordinary people have to take a boat to get up there.

In a pavilion on the south side.

The members of the Jiangnan Martial League gathered together.

After some selection, Lei Wanjun finally gathered three more innate masters.

It's just that the quality is somewhat uneven, and it's obviously not as good as Xue Zhen's white jade and Huoyang's three.

But right now, we can only treat a dead horse as a live doctor.

"Everyone, today's martial arts conference is very important."

Lei Wanjun looked serious and glanced at the five people one by one: "What you are carrying is the honor of the Jiangnan Martial League. I hope you can cooperate sincerely and do your best. I am here to wish you all a triumphant return." !”

As he said this, he also hugged his fists to show respect.

"Don't worry, Alliance Leader, we will kill all the Jiangbei barbarians and make them flee!"

The three newly joined experts are full of confidence and high spirits.

As long as you win the game, you will not only get generous rewards, but also become famous, so naturally you have to fight to the death.

"The martial arts tournament is an arena challenge. The four of you, please listen to my instructions and don't make any decisions without authorization." Meng Yan suddenly said coldly.

That domineering look made several people frown.

"Who are you? Are you commanding us from above?"

The round-faced man was a little dissatisfied.

"Why?"

Meng Yan smiled coldly: "Since I am the disciple of Xuanwu Sect Shaoyang Duo, and I am ranked twelfth on the Heavenly Ranking, am I qualified?"

"Twelve on the Heavenly List?!"

Hearing this, the round-faced man shrank his neck and his expression suddenly became respectful.

The other two people didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Although they are all top experts on the Heavenly Ranking, their rankings are all outside the 30s, and there is no way they can compare with Meng Yan, who is ranked 12th.

You know, after being on the top rankings, it is very difficult to move up a ranking.

With a difference of more than two places, the gap in strength between the two sides is obvious.

If there is a difference of twenty places, then there is basically no need to fight, it will be a complete crushing.

"How is it? Do you have anything else to say?" Meng Yan said condescendingly.

"No, no, Brother Meng is the strongest, so naturally he respects you." The round-faced man smiled apologetically.

"What about you?" Meng Yan turned his eyes.

"I have no objection to choosing a captain to facilitate better communication."

"I don't have any objection, everything is up to Brother Meng's arrangement."

The other two nodded repeatedly, not daring to go against it in the slightest.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and whoever has the strongest fist has the final say.

"Very good. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I admire you very much. Unlike some people, you don't know that you are about to die!"

While Meng Yan was speaking, he also deliberately glanced at Lu Chen, clearly indicating something.

Lu Chen didn't bother to respond to this. He just looked ahead, staring at the big arena in the middle of the lake.

"Fat man, I think you are quite capable. You will take the lead in a while."

Meng Yan pointed at the round-faced man and said calmly: "Remember, no matter what means you use, you must win!"

"Brother Meng, don't worry, watch my performance!" The round-faced man patted his chest, feeling very confident.

"Okay, let's take the boat to the stage." Meng Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Take a boat? Brother Meng looks down upon you."

The round-faced man smiled proudly: "I am quite accomplished in Qinggong. I can't help but fall in the face of a mere lake. Everyone, look at my dragonfly's inkling of water!"

After saying that, he stepped forward and his whole body suddenly ejected, spanning a distance of ten meters in an instant.

When he was about to fall into the lake, he kicked off the water with both feet and started running on the water at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever he passed, the lake surface splashed with ripples.

It looks very cool.

"What a light skill at floating on water!"

Seeing this scene, Meng Yan couldn't help but praise him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the round-faced man who was running halfway down the road fell headlong into Qingyang Lake with a "thud" due to lack of energy.

Only a ball of water was left, rolling up and down.