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"Who is this guy?" Do you know him? " Jiang Wuchen asked Yov Wu.

Yov Wu swept a glance, and his face carried a hint of surprise, "Mi Hsinghee! currently the youngest Grandmaster in Mi Family. "

The youngest Grandmaster?

Jiang Wuchen couldn't help but once again look at Mi Hsinghee, who was standing beside Liu. This guy was indeed young, had both hands behind his back and a face full of arrogance.

Yov Wu drank a mouthful of wine and said: "Mi Hsinghee, he is nineteen years old this year. He is the same as you, and previously, they were all students of Violet Middle School. School probably hasn't started yet.

Three months ago, he broke through and became a grandmaster of a Martial Cultivation! Mi Family suddenly spread far and wide. One must know that it wasn't easy for a master to appear in a family. To become a master at the age of nineteen, this person's future was limitless! At the very least, no one in Haichuan has ever broken through to the Grandmaster Realm at the age of nineteen.

Even though Jiang Wuchen was also a third year in high school, he was three years older than Mi Hsinghee.

It was no longer possible to reach Zongshi realm before the age of nineteen.

However, this kind of trash record was nothing to Jiang Wuchen. After going through three hundred years of hellish training, he did not place any Grandmaster in his eyes, as his first goal was to become a Sovereign!

This goal was extremely difficult for ordinary people, but to Jiang Wuchen, it was only a matter of time. Furthermore, he firmly believed that it would not take more than half a year.

This winter, was the time for him to kill his way back into Qi Prefecture.

"You don't seem to have any reaction." Yov Wu said.

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently, "How should I react?"

"A nineteen year old Grandmaster, do you know how difficult it is to become a Zongshi realm expert?" You should at least show a little shock. " Yov Wu laughed.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "Just a Grandmaster."

Yov Wu stared straight at Jiang Wuchen, his unperturbed expression seemingly contained something, but in that expression, it was filled with arrogance.

Grandmaster … Nothing more.

Yov Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head. One had to know that in order to become a Grandmaster, one could at least support a family in places like Haichuan, and it wasn't impossible for one to become a Grandmaster. Grandmasters, not only in their family, but also in the army, were very fond of them.

To be able to reach this level at the age of nineteen, who wouldn't like to praise him?

However, the young man in front of him didn't seem to care at all. His expression of indifference and arrogance was not repulsive at all.

"The battle between Bazi and the both of them has begun." Ghost Sister stood beside Jiang Wuchen and said.

On the stage, Bazi and Mi Lin had already exchanged blows. Just as Jiang Wuchen had said, Mi Lin had indeed reached the great circle of the Fighter realm, and was just a step away from becoming a martial master.

He practiced the Eight Level Fist Technique to its peak, and each of his punches released a powerful energy. He continuously attacked with a few shots, and his voice was extremely loud.

Bazi's hands turned into palms, using gentleness to counter strength, he easily dispelled the chain of blows.

On the surface, Mi Lin held the upper hand, and the ignorant spectators thought the same. However, the experts could tell with a single glance that Bazi had more than enough strength to neutralize Mi Lin's attacks.

This feeling was like an adult playing with a child.

On the high platform, Mi Hsinghee had both his hands behind his back and his brows were tightly furrowed. He stared at Bazi, "Impossible … "Impossible …"

The Liu beside him asked softly, "Young Master Mi, what happened?"

He had seen the battle between Bazi and himself. Both of them were around the middle stage of the Warrior Realm, so Bazi managed to win by coincidence.

Facing Mi Lin, he should definitely not be his opponent.

But in reality, in a short span of two weeks, Bazi had broken through.

To be able to become a Martial Master from the Medial Grade Martial Disciple in such a short period of time … How was this possible!

"I lost …" Mi Hsinghee shook his head helplessly.

The moment his voice fell, on the Bluestone Arena below, Bazi found a flaw in Mi Lin and grabbed onto his wrist.

Mi Lin's body immediately flew out.

Bazi followed closely behind and used the Dragon Fist Art, "Azure Dragon Soaring Through the Sky!" With a fierce Dragon Rising Fist, Mi Lin was sent flying.

Bazi steadily landed on the ground, Mi Lin's body thumped once as he heavily laid flat on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted on the spot.

With both hands behind his back, Bazi slightly raised his head, his face carrying a hint of desolation.

Silence filled the air for a few seconds. Then, the crowd burst into thunderous applause.

"Dao Ba!"

"Dao Ba!"

Everyone who supported Bazi shouted out. This was a battle that seemed to be evenly matched, but in reality, it was a battle that was easy to fight.

Bazi is too powerful, did you see that fist just now? Ascending Dragon Fist! I have never seen Bazi being this handsome. "

"This Ascending Dragon is indeed awesome, I dare say that at least two of Mi Lin's ribs were broken."

"There's more than just two of them. Even their internal organs have to be ruined."

"What dogshit Eight Extreme Fist, I'm way too far away from Bazi."

On the high platform, Mi Hsinghee's face flashed with pain. Liu was dumbstruck, "Damn, this scarred face …"

Suddenly, Mi Hsinghee's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

"Young Master Mi." The Liu bowed slightly.

"I remember that two weeks ago, Gan JunRong found two people from Hell's Bar. One was Dao Ba, the other … I think it's the Ghost Genealogy. "

"That's right."

"Bazi has the same path as the Ghost Genealogy. They should be from the same sect."

"Old Liu, dare you ask Young Master Mi, what kind of punch is this?" Liu could not help but ask.

Mi Hsinghee shook his head slightly, "I'm not too sure about the specifics either. This fist may seem extremely powerful, but it actually has a hint of femininity within it, which is exactly this touch of femininity is the most amazing, and is also the thing that my Eight Extreme Fist lacks the most."

"Oh, Young Master Mi means that Ghost Genealogy... Even stronger than Bazi? "

Mi Hsinghee laughed coldly, "That's only natural."

"That guy is wearing a mask, I wonder who he is."

"I already know. You can talk to Gan JunRong about it."

"And if she doesn't agree?"

"Then think of a way to get her to agree!" Mi Hsinghee said as he clenched his fists.

At this moment, someone ran over while wiping his sweat, "Boss Liu …"

"What's wrong?" Liu said snappily.

"We really lost out this time. That woman Gan JunRong spent three million to buy Bazi to win …"

"What?" Liu's face immediately turned green. Three million was nothing to him, but the last time, this girl had already won a few million from him, adding this time, there was a total of eight million. This face of hers was really ugly, not only did he get hit once, he even hit her twice, that was unbearable.

"What should we do?"

"Give it to her, don't lose face over such a small amount of money!" The Liu said angrily.