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Chapter 979
"I'm not worried about the martial arts competition, but I'm worried that if this Tang Xin grows up, it may be bad for the Ming team in the future."

Fu Tianbao expressed his concerns.

"The Seven Star Martial Artist is indeed terrifying."

Wan Changfa narrowed his eyes. In terms of age alone, Tang Ming was even more evil than his son Wan Changfa, but he didn't take it too seriously because he thought his son was the best.

"In that case, then find a chance to kill him."

Qian Weiguo opened his mouth leisurely, and added: "Just look for opportunities in this martial arts competition. Anyway, the Ming group is the organizer of the martial arts competition, so there should be opportunities."

"Yes, this kind of rebellious kid must be killed as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble when he grows up in the future."

Zhao Jincheng also nodded repeatedly.

Regarding the killing of Tang Ming, the opinions of the several Patriarchs were surprisingly consistent.

"I, like everyone else, don't want such a person who doesn't follow the rules to exist in the secret group."

Fu Tianbao laughed, and said lightly: "Since everyone has the same idea, then the next thing will be easy to handle. Fu Tianyou is already arranging this matter. As long as the opportunity permits, Tang Xin will be killed by hand." .At that time, once the secret group and the people of the Su family make trouble, you have to bear the pressure with me."

"no problem."

Several people answered in unison.

"What's all right?"

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, and Lin Qingfeng, Su Tianyu, and Long Aiyu walked in together.

"You are finally here, we have been waiting for a long time."

Fu Tianbao greeted the four with a smile.

"No way, whoever made this your home field, we came all the way here naturally not as fast as you."

Su Tianyu shrugged, and asked curiously: "What were you discussing just now, and what matters are all right?"

"Hehe, of course we are talking about this big competition, our people will definitely win, there is absolutely no problem."

Zhao Jincheng said in a strange way.

"Brother Zhao, you are still so confident."

Wu Dao smiled strangely, and looked at Zhao Jincheng with contempt: "Zhao Tianba of the Zhao family has participated in the martial arts competition three times in a row. The first two times, it seems that his results were not satisfactory. This time he bullied a group of children, but he is full of confidence."

"There's nothing wrong with what you said. A 29-year-old Seven-Star Martial Artist has the nerve to participate in the competition with an eighteen-year-old Seven-Star Martial Artist. How thick-skinned it is."

Lin Qingfeng answered immediately, and said solemnly: "It seems that Zhao Tianba is the oldest among the contestants this time?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jincheng had a dark face, because Zhao Tianba had indeed participated in the martial arts competition three times in a row.

"Since the rules of the Grand Martial Arts Tournament are that people under the age of 30 can participate, then don't talk about the age of the contestants, it's boring."

Wan Changfa said leisurely, looking at the big screen where the advertisement was playing, "It's pointless for us to bicker with each other, let's wait and see how the players perform in the next competition?"

Seeing Wan Changfa open his mouth, Su Tianyu and others stopped talking about age, because the 19-year-old seven-star martial artist Wan Yong has an absolute advantage in age.

Immediately, a group of people took their seats, and the patriarchs of the two factions have been sneering and sarcasm, fighting each other.

Even the four families of the Ming group faction who were not in harmony before, are now sarcasm and ridicule everyone in the dark group with the same hatred.

Ten minutes later, a beautiful young woman in a dark blue cheongsam walked into the private room, and the eight people who were bickering shut up at the same time, and stood up to salute the person who came.

"Oh, let everyone wait, this concubine is rude."

The cheongsam woman returned the salute with an apologetic face.

"Patriarch Meng is serious, we came too early, it has nothing to do with you."

Fu Tianbao looked at the visitor with a flattering expression, and took the initiative to lead him to the sofa in the middle.

"We arrived early, and there is still some time before the start of the game. We just want to come and catch up with everyone first."

Su Tianyu and the others quickly explained.

"It's good if you're not late, otherwise the slave family will feel very sorry."

After the woman was seated, she greeted everyone politely, and then sat upright and stared at the central screen in the venue without speaking.

After the woman appeared, the Patriarchs of the two factions stopped arguing, but sat quietly in their seats and waited for the match to begin.

The reason why this group of people are so afraid of this woman is because she is the only Patriarch of the Nine Great Clans headed by a woman, the Patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Xiaolu.

After Tang Ming and others got off the plane, they were separated from the heads of each family and were taken into the waiting hall by the staff.

At this time, there were already five people in the waiting hall, sitting in different seats with their eyes closed. Besides the four normal people, there was also a mysterious person wearing a blindfold and a hat.

The four of them found a seat together. After sitting down, Tang Ming glanced curiously at the people in the room.

"Don't look, these are our Ming team opponents."

Lin Canghai reminded in a low voice, and explained: "The big guy in the army green shirt is Zhao Tianba. This is the third time he has participated in the martial arts competition. According to the information, he is a seven-star martial artist."

Tang Ming looked at the dark-skinned and muscular Zhao Tianba, and he could tell by his induction alone that the opponent was a master of melee combat.

"The handsome young man in white training uniform on the right rear is called Wan Yong, he is a 19-year-old seven-star martial artist, and he is the one we should be most afraid of."

Long Ao pointed to Wan Yong and introduced in a low voice.

"A 19-year-old seven-star martial artist?"

Tang Ming was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"The fat man who is eating chicken legs is from the Qian family's money inequality. I heard that he is greedy and lustful. I hate him very much."

Wu Xiaoyu glanced at the uneven money with her eyes closed and eating with a look of disgust.

"The last thing I know is that he is Fu Yanjie from the Fu family."

After seeing Fu Renjie, Tang Ming immediately shouted loudly.

Hearing someone mention his name, Fu Renjie suddenly opened his eyes, saw that it was Tang Ming, and immediately became furious: "Tang Xin, you bastard."

"Oh, who is the bastard scolding?"

Tang Ming grinned.

"The bastard is scolding you, you..."

"Haha."

Before Fu Renjie finished speaking, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing.

"Such an old meme can still be fooled, IQ is worrying."

Lin Canghai kept shaking his head sympathetically.

After Fu Renjie came to his senses, his face turned red immediately.

"a shame."

Wang Yong and the others opened their eyes, glanced at Fu Renjie, then closed their eyes again to rest their minds, too lazy to talk to Fu Renjie's low IQ.

"The guy who thinks he's a jerk."

Tang Ming looked at Fu Renjie curiously, "I heard that you were poisoned, but it seems that there is no serious problem. Have you recovered?"

(End of this chapter)