The Strongest Student in the City

Gong Liangbo, a master of martial arts, showed a trembling attitude.

The two major dance clans, Tianri Mountain and Beihuang, who stood at the boarding gate of the battleship, also tremblingly saw the ceremony.

Facing the young man in the ancient gown, they were all silent.

On the battleship.

Many disciples of dancers saw this scene in their eyes.

They were all overwhelmed with shock, their expressions revealing disbelief.

How powerful their dancers are, no matter whether they are clans or tribes, few people dare to provoke the huge Wuwanghai.

Therefore, I was shocked and puzzled by this situation.

"Why did Senior Gongliangbo come? What is the origin of the few people behind him?"

Wu Dalang couldn't help but speak out first, and said in a deep voice.

Yang Xiuhua standing on the side suddenly condensed her beautiful eyes.

She saw the young man behind Gong Liangbo clearly, took a deep breath, and said to Wu Dalang, "Master... it's them! The leader is Wu Derong!"

Hearing this, Wu Dalang's face suddenly changed.

"He" raised his eyes and carefully looked at the group of young people who appeared, his expression even more ugly!

"It's... it's them! They came anyway..."

Wu Dalang's voice trembled a little, and finally closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

Lin Tian, ​​not far away, raised his brows slightly when he heard Yang Xiuhua and Wu Dalang say.

He paid particular attention to Wu Derong. Yang Xiuhua took Rong Muyun to Wuwang City before, and it was said that he was bullied by this guy.

Although it was just a push, but the words were arrogant and the attitude was bad, Lin Tian was very unhappy.

At that time, he remembered this martial virtue.

The old faces of Wu Wansan and Ding Qiurui on the side became extremely solemn.

It can be seen that they all know how to exist!

The headed young man Wu Derong has a long stature with long hair erected, and his handsome face is slowly arrogant.

But this guy's cultivation base is not weak, he seems to be only about 30 years old, but he has the cultivation base of the early foundation period!

Not only him.

The group of young people behind them is not weak in cultivation, and they are basically on the eighth or nineth floor of the Qi Refining Period.

All of them are proud of their faces.

Under Gong Liangbo's leadership, they stepped onto the battleship.

The two groups of dancers, Beihuang and Tianrishan, the two major tribes of dancers at the back, finally followed behind.

"Young Master Wu!"

When the group of people walked up, Wu Wansan and Ding Qiurui led Wu Dalang and others, and they all stepped forward respectfully.

The other disciples of the dancer didn't know who Wu Derong was.

But watching Wu Wansan and the others do this, they all bowed to them wherever they dared to neglect.

Lin Tian, ​​who was standing not far away, stood there stiffly and ignored him.

of course.

No one noticed him either.

As far as Wu Derong is concerned, everyone present is like an ant. He sees everything by himself and is much lazy to care about, so he can't notice.

"What a courtesy! Stand up and talk!"

Wu Derong coldly nodded to the crowd with an arrogant face.

Wu Wansan and others bowed again and straightened up.

But the atmosphere here is still very depressing, and many people feel breathless.

But at this time.

Following the two tribes of Beihuang and Tianrishan, the old men headed by them all stepped forward to greet Wu Wansan and others.

"Three Elders!"

"Elder Ding!"

"Young Dance..."

...

"Elder Wu..."

...

People on both sides exchanged low voices.

A little bit.

Wu Dalang looked at the disciples of the Austronesian dancers present, and said loudly: "This is the elder Wu Zekong from the northern wilderness of the tribe, and this is the elder Wu Changhe from the Tianrishan tribe..."

Following Wu Dalang's introduction, all the disciples of Austronesian dancers respectfully salute.

After Wu Dalang's words fell, Wu Wanzo stood up at this moment.

He straightened his old face and shouted to the many dancers and martial artists present: "Have you heard of the fairy mountain sect?"

This question made many people look shocked.

After a while, many people said: "Three elders, I've heard of it! That's a strong one who can perform immortality!"

"This is Young Master Wu Derong! He is from our Wuwanghai Immortal Mountain Sect! The same is true for the young masters behind him! In layman's terms, they are all powerful immortals!"

Wu Wansan respectfully introduced to the dancers present: "Wuyi Island is named after the Wuyi Fairy Mountain! Secondly, our huge dancers are standing behind Wuyi Fairy Mountain, which is able to gain a foothold for a thousand years! Can you understand?"

Hiss~,

When the words fell, it was like a heavy cannonball, falling among the people rumblingly.

Many people couldn't help but fell over and gasped, with horror on their faces.

They looked at Wu Derong and the others, from the initial surprise to endless worship and awe.

But Wu Derong and the others, feeling the gazes of everyone present, the color of pride on their faces became stronger.

"On this trip to Wuyi Island, this son is here on behalf of Wuyi Mountain and will go with you!"

Wu Derong paused, looked around, nodded and said: "This warship is not bad! It has long stabilized Nandao, a tribe of secular dancers, and it is unique in shipbuilding. It really is!"

"Master Wu, this must be attributed to Fang Yuanze, director of the South Island Shipyard. This old man built the ship, but he is very powerful!"

Wu Wansan on the side explained to Wu Derong.

Simultaneously.

A chunky old man emerged from the crowd. ,

It was Fang Yuanze impressively.

"The villain has seen Master Wu!"

Fang Yuanze stood tremblingly not far from Wu Derong, speaking a little trembling: "Master Wu is absurd, the villain is really terrified! Speaking of it, it was our young master who was able to build the ship with the support of the Austronesian dancers. carry out!"

After speaking, Fang Yuanze pointed at Wu Dalang, which was meant for Wu Derong.

In this matter, he dare not take credit alone.

"Are you a young and old dancer from the South Island? Not bad, not bad!"

Wu Derong looked up and down Wu Dalang and nodded in satisfaction.

And this time.

Yang Xiuhua seemed to see the gap, and quietly walked to the side of Gongliangbo, a little further away.

"Senior Gongliang!"

Yang Xiuhua respectfully saw the courtesy, and whispered: "Xiao Yun is still obedient? That little girl is so pleasing, and the younger generation is not relieved, take the liberty to ask!"

"Xiuhua girl, it's you! Don't worry, the old man will take good care of it!"

Seeing that it was Yang Xiuhua, Gong Liangbo laughed softly.

Hearing this, Yang Xiuhua was a little relieved.

Although Rong Muyun just came, she liked that girl very much, not to mention that she was going to join the Austronesian Dancer in the future, and she was considered a dancer.

Pop~

suddenly.

A slap fell on Yang Xiuhua's face.

This slap was so swift that Yang Xiuhua couldn't react, and people were already spinning around on the spot.

"The humble tribe, I don't know the manners, it's really embarrassing! The third brother is talking, is it your turn to speak?"

A young man standing next to Wu Derong, with eyes like a knife and an upset expression on his face, sternly shouted to Yang Xiuhua: "My son Wu Rui, as a disciple of your upper clan, I feel embarrassed to see you like this!"