A middle-aged man wearing a long robe and a white coat jumped in front of Liufang, with his hands behind his back, as if he was the eldest son.

The pair of eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were sizing up Lin Fan, and said, "Boy, who are you, and why did you injure several of my disciples?"

"That's fine. You can ask your good disciples first what they did?"

The middle-aged man turned around, but did not ask, just took a look. He turned back and continued to say to Lin Fan: "Although it is my people who are at fault, you are not allowed to hurt them."

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Then your Hong Family Boxing Gym is really united. Doesn't it matter whether your disciples do right or wrong?"

"How dare you question me?" The middle-aged man was obviously a little unhappy.

At the same time, Ma Baotian also followed his family to the martial arts competition hall. At first sight, he saw the Hong Family Boxing Gym and Lin Fan confronting each other. It seemed that there was a conflict.

"It looks like there's something good to watch. The Hong Family Boxing Gym may be in trouble." Ma Baotian smiled slightly and sat in his supervisor's seat.

Now the two arms have just been connected and there is no need to use force, but thinking of the powerful power contained in Ning Fan's body, I feel a little afraid.

But now that I see others suffering, I feel an inexplicable sense of expectation in my heart.

The middle-aged man is a boxer at the Hong Family Martial Arts School. Like Ma Baotian, he is a boxer. He is similar to a coach and is responsible for boxing. He is also one of the people participating in this lampstand competition.

Hong Shan's words made Ning Fan a little speechless and a little angry. Why didn't he take anyone seriously? It was the same as setting fire to photovoltaics and lighting lanterns for the common people.

Ning Fan laughed and said: "To be honest, who do you think you are? Why can only you question me and I can't question you?"

"Hmph, you deliberately injured my disciple. What qualifications do you have as a junior?"

"Oh, I'm not qualified. You guys are just thick-skinned and like to show off your old age. What the hell."

"you!"

At this time, an old man with gray hair came over and said in a deep voice: "If you have any questions, please go outside and solve it. Now we have to start today's martial arts competition."

Hong Shan turned back and glanced at the gray-haired Laozi, not daring to speak. Finally, he glared at Ning Fan fiercely and left with his people.

The gray-haired old man smiled at Ning Fan and said, "Little brother, please take a seat and don't mind this."

"I don't care if others don't provoke me, and I won't provoke others, but there are always people who like to bully me." Ning Fan shrugged.

"Hahaha..., if the other party still insists, then you can slowly resolve it later."

"Okay, it doesn't matter."

The white-haired old man went to sit on a hosting platform. There was a tripod on the table in front of him with the name "President of the Martial Arts Association" written on it.

"It turns out that this old guy is the president. No wonder the people from the Hong Family Boxing Gym didn't dare to attack." Xiao Wanqing said.

"Well, it's okay, everyone, please take your seats."

It's really unlucky. I'm just watching a martial arts competition and it's really a headache if I keep encountering these arrogant and unreasonable people.

But now there are finally no one to disturb him, and Ning Fan can also appreciate the charm of martial arts.

Representatives from the eight major martial arts schools in Jinmen have all arrived, with a full master and more than ten disciples coming to watch the battle.

Within a short while, the entire martial arts hall was filled with people, and there were even many people who bought standing tickets and could only stand at the back to watch.
Chapter completed!