"Why? OK, then I will tell you, why am I?"

Mr. Hong thought of his backer at this moment and was not afraid of anything. He pointed at Tang Zhun and shouted arrogantly: "Just because I am from the Chinese Medicine Association, do you think this is OK?"

Everyone in the Wang family glared at Mr. Hong, but he didn't expect that he was so presumptuous in the Wang family now.

But they could also think about why Mr. Hong had such confidence, because he was from the Chinese Medicine Association, and the Chinese Medicine Association had saved many senior figures, including the Tang family, Ye family and others in the imperial capital, who were somewhat confused with the Chinese Medicine Association.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine Association? Not enough."

But Tang Zhun still shook his head at this time.

Mr. Hong stared wide, thinking that the other party was too arrogant, and said arrogantly: "It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. Why do you say such big words? I tell you, hand over the alchemy technique quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

"Just because I am..."

Speaking of this, Tang Zhun's voice stopped. He didn't want to continue talking because they were not worthy of knowing the four words "Beidou Immortal Emperor".

At this moment, the hall was filled with wind and clouds, and layers of pressure were pouring in the space, causing everyone present to change their faces and difficulty breathing.

Mr. Hong didn't understand Tang Zhun's terror at all. He blurted out three words with his cognition: "Ancient Martial Artist?"

The people from the Wang family also looked at Tang Zhun in surprise. They didn't expect that this young man would be an ancient martial artist, and his cultivation seemed to be quite low.

At this moment, Mr. Hong was completely panicked. If the other party was really an ancient martial artist, then he would really take the opponent of this ancient martial artist.

Mr. Hong turned around and wanted to escape.

"Escape? Escape?"

Tang Zhun smiled coldly, wanting to escape in front of him? Haha, the Demon Emperor who was wearing magic power back then, who suppressed the Nine Heavens thought so, and his fate was that he fell into a state of destruction, slowly poked out his right hand, and his five fingers bent slightly, and there was a terrible gravity.

"how so?"

Old Hong screamed, with a look of horror, and was pulled over and went straight to Tang Zhun.

Tang Zhun simply stretched out his hand, grabbed Mr. Hong's neck, and lifted him into the air.

In addition to Wang Qingtian's guesses in the Wang family.

In addition to Wang Zhan's knowledge,

Wang Menghan was stunned, feeling that his worldview had been greatly impacted.

Ancient martial artist?

Can it be so powerful?

But even Wang Qingtian and Wang Zhan and the others couldn't help but think of the guardian god of the imperial capital. Tang Zhun's move just now seemed to be above the guardian god of the imperial capital.

Thinking of this.

They petrified and mobilized the scene, and all they left in their hearts was endless shock.

Tang Zhun's mouth was now smiling.

But his demeanor of looking down on the world is even more eye-catching.

Tang Zhun's eyes were filled with arrogance of despising everything.

Wang Qingtian only felt that the guardian saint of the imperial capital seemed to be worse than Tang Zhun.

Wang Menghan only felt that his heart was beating so hard!

She has never seen such a man before.

So handsome!

Mr. Hong, who was arrogant just now, stared wide at this moment, with fear on his face: "I was wrong...I...I...I'm wrong...I'm wrong...I'm lucky. I'm wrong. I'm wrong...I'm wrong...I'm just thinking of me as a fart and let it go."

Tang Zhun shook his head: "No!"

Mr. Hong was unwilling to give up and gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid of my Chinese Medicine Association? You know, my Chinese Medicine Association and some ancient martial artists also know each other. The guardian god of the imperial capital was seriously injured back then. It was my Chinese Medicine Association who saved him. He is the best among ancient martial artists. He owes our Chinese Medicine Association. Are you not afraid of him..."

Wang Qingtian had no expression on his face.

He is knowledgeable.

I feel that Tang must be above Ye Nantian, the guardian saint of the imperial capital.

But Wang Zhan didn't see it so clearly. Wang Zhantian shouted: "Don't... the guardian god of the imperial capital is terrible."

When Mr. Hong heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, you let me go."

He felt that Tang Zhun must be afraid of the guardian saint of the imperial capital.

Ancient martial artist, who wouldn’t give Ye Nantian a face?

"Click!"

But the next moment, Tang Zhun directly used his five fingers to force him.

Mr. Hong died on the spot.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that Tang would let him go.

But I don't want to die with my eyes open at this moment.

"This...this...this is really not possible." Wang Zhan said in surprise.

Tang Zhun smiled slightly: "In my dictionary, there are no three words that cannot be used."

Beidou Immortal Emperor.

If I want to have it, the sky must not be left.

If I want nothing, heaven cannot exist.

Wang Zhan looked at the body of death without mercy, looked at Tang Zhun again, and said helplessly: "Tang...Mr. Tang"

He knew that Tang Zhun could do it.

Everyone should call him "Sir", otherwise it would be disrespectful.

But he still had to say something: "Do you know how strong Ye Nantian is?"

Tang Zhun didn't care at all and smiled casually.

Wang Zhan felt that the other party must be the kind of ancient martial artist who practiced hard, so he didn't understand Ye Nantian's strength. He had to tell the other party clearly.

He said with a serious tone and anxious voice: "Who is Ye Nantian? He is the third young master of the Ye family. When he was born, he seemed to have brought all the blessings and honors of the gods of heaven, and the glory and love he received. He was amazing and stunning, and he was looking at the world. He learned swords at the age of five and learned sword scores at the age of six and could read Tang poetry easily at the age of seven. He had defeated a strong man from the Huaguolong group "Yulong" when he was over 10 years old."

Wang Zhan thought that after hearing this sentence, Tang Zhun should know the seriousness of this matter?

But Tang Zhun smiled slightly: "It seems that's all."

Wang Zhan was stunned.

Wang Qingtian nodded. Judging from Tang Zhun's attitude, he was so strong that he was indeed amazing.

Wang Qingtian immediately stepped forward and said solemnly: "Sir, are you willing to contribute to China?"

When Tang Zhun heard this, his face was solemn.

Born as a Chinese.

Of course he knew what he should do.

He said casually: "If you have anything, please say it."

"Our Chinese military lacks physical skills." Wang Qingtian said in a serious tone, his fists were clenched, and he said: "Our senior officials of the imperial capital once hoped that the ancient martial artists and masters would make a move, but they refused one by one. Even Ye Nantian said that the sect has a fate and should not pass on ancient martial arts privately."

Wang Zhan even snorted angrily: "Ancient martial artists are also our urbanites, but after they practiced, they forgot their roots, and passed on their own selfishness from generation to generation, and even now."

Tang Zhun smiled indifferently, knowing what he should do.

He just said, "Don't worry, I will do some things. You can try military fist and I'll think about how to modify them into ancient martial arts."

Wang Qingtian and others were overjoyed.

He was getting stronger and stronger, so he started to fight a military boxing in front of Tang Zhun.

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan stood quietly aside, and the horror in their hearts was still there.
Chapter completed!