Chapter 693

The picture is broadcast to the world at the same time!

And behind the two rows of bodyguards in black suits, came out Zhou Chongyue in plain clothes, and behind him were the children of the Zhou family, all with solemn expressions.

What Zhou Chongyue was holding in his hands was Mr. Zhou's urn and coffin!

This scene was seen by the audience and broadcasted in close-up, and it instantly appeared on the eight-sided display screen at the highest point in the center!

At this moment, all the live broadcast platforms around the world are broadcasting live!

In an instant, most of the audience stood up!

All of them looked at the Zhou family who entered the venue with solemn expressions, and everyone's face was solemn.

The scene was extremely quiet.

As for the representative groups of those participating regions, the Fuso Wushu community is the most obvious.

Seeing this scene, the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, and the accompanying Da Zong, all heaved a sigh of relief.

The mountain that weighed on their heads, the Fusang Wushu world, and the World Wushu Association finally collapsed.

The Fusang martial arts world is finally coming to the fore!

Gecang at the foot of the mountain exchanged eyes with several big figures, and faint sneers appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"Father, Zhou Changping is dead, and it's time for my family at the bottom of the mountain to shine!"

Shan Xia Tengzhong looked at the center of the venue with a rebellious expression on his face, the members of the Zhou family who were stepping up to the martial arts arena.

The ostentation is quite big, but I don't know who will win today.

Of course, everyone in the Yamashita Clan is very confident.

The national art has been in decline for a long time, and there are few outstanding inheritors of the national art.

Even in various martial arts competitions around the world, the faces of the inheritors of the martial arts are rare.

Gecang at the foot of the mountain smiled faintly, and said: "My son Tengzhong has the appearance of a great master. Today is your chance to prove yourself and lead our family at the foot of the mountain to win this championship! Step on the martial arts they respect. soles!"

"Yes, father!" Yamashita Tengzhong nodded, looking very respectful.

Of course, the father and son had a look of arrogance on their faces.

Looking at the participating delegations in the audience, they, the Fusang Mountain Clan, are the strongest!

Today, it must be their Fusang Mountain clan who trampled on the martial arts under their feet!

Gecang at the foot of the mountain explained a few words, and got up with a few Da Zong, and walked to the main guest area on the other side to sit down.

In the main guest area of ​​the venue, the leaders of each participating delegation, or the head of the family, etc., are seated separately.

Sitting here are not only international friends, but also representatives of martial arts families, and speakers of various forces.

When they saw Zhou's family appearing on the field, most of them looked regretful.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhou actually passed away."

"The backbone of a generation of martial arts, he just left like this. I'm going to pay homage to him."

"Well, after the game, let's go together."

This is the language of some people.

At the scene, there was still a small group of people watching this scene with cold eyes.

Most of them are from aristocratic families and forces with low national skills. Seeing the passing of Mr. Zhou at this moment, they all have indifferent expressions, and even gloated a little, saying:

"This old guy is finally dead, now no one can control us."

"Hehe, the Zhou family is about to decline without Zhou Changping. The status of the National Martial Arts Association and the World Martial Arts Association may not be able to be maintained."

"It's inevitable. I heard that Zhou Wu, the abandoned son of the Zhou family, has returned. Now it's a good show."

A group of people were discussing in low voices, their faces full of indifference.

In the eyes of this group of people, they don't care about how the martial arts are.

They only care about their own interests!

Turning his gaze, he returned to the competition stage.

Everyone in the Zhou family brought the old man's urn and coffin, standing in the solemn eyes of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people appeared again at the entrance of the camera.

A handsome figure with sword eyebrows and star eyes, wearing a windbreaker, leather shoes, sunglasses, and a handsome Korean-style haircut, entered the arena amidst the trembling of the crowd and the screams of the women present!

"Damn it! So handsome! Oh my god, who is this guy? He's so handsome!"

"I'm crazy, so handsome, like a prince charming!"

"I want to give him a monkey!"

A group of women felt suffocated when they saw this handsome and charming figure appearing in the live broadcast!

Chen Ping entered.

Immediately afterwards, behind him, eight figures also appeared in sight and in the camera!

Every figure stood upright like a mountain, and showed its sharpness like a cold blade!

All of a sudden, it attracted the attention of most people!

This is the participating delegation of Guoshu!

Such a strong aura!

In this way, Chen Ping led the eight warriors into the venue and then boarded the competition stage under the excited and enthusiastic attention of the audience.

At this moment, all the people in the audience cheered!

"Guoshu! Guoshu! Guoshu!"

The sound, one wave after another, is very noisy and very shocking!

In such a scene, the expressions of the representatives from all regions in the participating delegation area became gloomy.

This way of playing is simply too cool, foul!

Who would have thought that Chen Ping, who never liked to dress up, would appear in such a handsome way today, and, with an unruly attitude all over his body, he looked like a prince charming!

Yamashita Tengzhong clenched his fists bitterly, his eyes shot out, and he said to the people behind him in a low voice: "Remember this face, defeat all the people he brought, and then challenge him! Make sure to let him know, What is the fate of offending our Yamashita clan!"

"yes!"

A dozen men in kimonos all stared fiercely at the figures on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of the audience, Chen Ping stood in front of the camera, took the microphone from the host's hand, scanned the audience with deep eyes, and then landed on the representative area of ​​the Fusang Mountain Clan.

A faint sneer was drawn on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand, and under the gaze of everyone in the audience, he gave a middle finger to Shan Xia Tengzhong and the others!

Uproar!

Hiss!

Everyone in the audience gasped. Unexpectedly, when they first came up, they were full of the smell of gunpowder!

Shan Xia Tengzhong and the others suddenly stood up with an angry look on their faces!

This is not over yet, while pointing his middle finger, Chen Ping said: "I accidentally heard a few dogs barking from behind, saying that our Yangyang Guoshu is a child's play. I'm sorry, today, I will let you Let’s see what you don’t have eyesight, kids are great at playing house, I hope you don’t cry when the time comes.”

Wow!

The audience is boiling!

Chen Ping's words were quite provocative!

Moreover, in such a big group arena, it is still very domineering to openly respond to the Fusang Mountain Clan!

Although the words were a bit harsh, everyone heard them and felt very comfortable!

That's right, what kind of family under the mountain is that dogs don't have eyes!

This picture was naturally spread through the global live broadcast platform.

At this moment, everyone in the world who watched this group arena knew Chen Ping.