Chapter 693

Pictures, spread to the world at the same time!

After the two rows of bodyguards in black suits, Zhou Chongyue, dressed in plain silk, came out with a solemn look on his face.

What Zhou Chongyue is holding in his hand is Mr. Zhou's urn and his throne!

This scene, seen by the whole audience, also broadcast by close-up, instantly appeared on the top eight screens in the center!

At this moment, the global live broadcasting platform, all live broadcast!

In an instant, most people stand up!

All looked solemnly at the Zhou family who entered the meeting hall, and each face was dignified.

Scene, extremely quiet.

As for the representative groups from the participating areas, Fusang martial arts is the most obvious.

The cabinet storehouse at the foot of the mountain, together with a few of the large entourage, were relieved to see this scene.

This statue was pressed on their heads, on the Fusang martial arts circle, on the mountain of the World Wushu Association, and finally collapsed.

Fusang martial arts industry, finally to the top!

At the foot of the mountain, a pair of eyes appeared between GE Cang and several major figures, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint sneer.

"Father, Zhou Changping is dead, and it's time for my people at the foot of the mountain to shine brilliantly."

At the foot of the mountain, Tengzhong was full of rebellious look, looking at the center of the venue, the Zhou family who stepped onto the competition stage.

I don't know who will win today.

Of course, all the people at the foot of the mountain are very confident.

Chinese art has been weak for a long time, and there are few outstanding inheritors of it.

Even in the world's martial arts competitions, the faces of inheritors of Chinese martial arts are rare.

Ge Cang at the foot of the mountain gave a faint smile and said, "my son Tengzhong, there is a big posture. Today is your chance to prove yourself and lead us to win this championship! Step on the soles of their feet

"Yes, father!" At the foot of the mountain, Tengzhong nodded and said that he was very respectful.

Of course, these two father and son, the look of arrogance.

If you look at all the participating delegation, they are the most powerful people at the foot of Fusang mountain!

Today, it must be the people at the foot of Fusang mountain who will crush the traditional Chinese art!

The pavilion warehouse at the foot of the mountain explained a few words, but also got up with several large people and went to the main guest area on the other side to sit down.

The main guest area of the venue is the leader of each participating delegation, or the head of the family, and so on.

Sitting here are not only international friends, but also representatives of traditional Chinese schools and discoursers of various forces.

When they saw the appearance of their home last week, most of them looked sorry.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou had passed away."

"The backbone of a generation of Chinese martial arts has gone like this. I'm going to worship him."

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

This is what some people say.

And the scene, there are a small group of people, is looking at this scene with cold eyes.

Most of them are aristocratic families and forces with poor traditional Chinese skills. Seeing Mr. Zhou's death, all of them have a cold look and even some Schadenfreude, saying:

"this old guy is finally dead, and no one can take care of us now."

"Ha ha, the Zhou family will soon decline without Zhou Changping. I'm afraid that the status of the National Arts Association and the World Wushu Association will not be preserved."

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

A group of people are talking in a low voice, with a cold look on their faces.

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

They only care about their own interests!

Turn your eyes and return to the arena.

The Zhou family stood in solemn eyes with the old man's urn and the throne.

Then, in the camera screen, the entrance, a group of people appeared again.

A handsome figure, sword eyebrows and stars, wearing windbreaker, stepping on shoes, wearing sunglasses, Korean style handsome hairstyle, directly entered the stage in the shock of the crowd and the screams of women on the scene!

"Damn it! How handsome! Oh, my God, this man is so handsome

"I'm crazy. I'm so handsome. I'm prince charming!"

"I'm going to give him a monkey!"

A group of women, watching the live screen of this handsome and charming figure, all feel suffocated!

Chen Ping is in.

Closely followed, he behind, eight figures, also appeared in the line of sight and camera!

Every figure stands erect like a mountain, like a cold blade!

All of a sudden, it attracted most people's eyes!

This is the national art delegation!

What a powerful atmosphere!

In this way, Chen Ping, with eight Zhan long people, entered the venue with the enthusiastic attention of the whole audience, and then boarded the competition platform.At this moment, the whole audience cheered!

"Chinese art! Chinese art! National art

Sound, wave after wave, very noisy, very shocking!

In such a scene, the faces of the representatives from various regions of the participating delegation region were gloomy.

This way of playing, it's too easy. It's a foul!

Who would have thought that Chen Ping, who has never liked to dress up, has made such a handsome appearance today. Moreover, he is full of rebellious attitude, just like prince charming!

At the foot of the mountain, Tengzhong pinched his fist with hatred, and his eyes burst out with fine light. He said to the humanity behind him: "remember this face, defeat all the people he takes, and then challenge him! We must let him know what will happen if we offend the people at the foot of the mountain! "

"Yes

More than a dozen kimono men all stare at the figures on the competition platform fiercely.

Then, under the gaze of the audience, Chen Ping stood in front of the camera and directly took over the microphone in the host's hand. He scanned the whole scene with deep eyes, and then landed in the representative area of the people living in the foot of Fusang mountain.

He outlined a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and directly in the eyes of the whole audience, and compared his middle finger to Tengzhong and others at the foot of the mountain!

In an uproar!

Hiss!

The whole audience took a breath of cold air. Unexpectedly, just came up, it was full of gunpowder!

At the foot of the mountain, Tengzhong and others suddenly stood up with a look of anger on their faces!

This is not over. Chen Ping compared his middle finger and said, "I just heard a few barking dogs in the back, saying that our grand national art is a child's family. I'm sorry. Today, I'm going to let you guys who don't have long eyes have a look at it. I hope that when the time comes, you won't cry. "

Whoa!

It's boiling!

Chen Ping's words are full of provocation!

What's more, in such a big challenge arena, it's still very domineering to openly respond to the people at the foot of Fusang mountain!

Although some of them are very comfortable, they are hard to hear!

That's right. What kind of mountain people is that dogs don't have eyes!

This picture, naturally, spread through the global live broadcasting platform.

At this moment, all the people all over the world who are watching the challenge meet Chen Ping.