My Tsundere President's Wife

Master Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help showing a hint of arrogance on his face when he heard the compliments from the bosses behind him.

He, who was already supercilious, no longer paid attention to many big men in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Tell me, who do you send up to die first?"

Master Luo smiled contemptuously, glanced at the Jiangnan bigwigs with disdain, and said arrogantly.

As soon as these words came out, the bigwigs in the Jiangnan seats suddenly burst into anger and cursed angrily.

"Old Zhu, how sure are you?"

Chen Hanwu asked the old man in a red robe beside him. This man was the treasure appraiser Zhu Lao.

The reason why Mr. Zhu is respected by many bigwigs in Jiangnan is not only that he is very good at appraising treasures, but more importantly, he understands inner strength and can be regarded as a master.

Zhu Lao arched his hands and said truthfully: "Mr. Wu, to be honest, if it is against Luo Qingfeng, I have no chance of winning at all. But against one of the other nine, I may have a [-]-[-]% chance of winning."

Chen Hanwu nodded, "Then I'll beg Mr. Zhu."

After all, winning one game is one game, and winning one more game can get one more port.This year, the talents in Jiangnan are withered, and three of the ten ports can be obtained, and these bigwigs can accept it.

"Then the old man will go up and have a try!"

Zhu Lai patted his sleeves, and walked up the ring step by step with steady steps.

Seeing Mr. Zhu come on stage, excited shouts erupted from the Jiangnan audience.After all, Mr. Zhu has been famous for a long time, and the bigwigs in the south of the Yangtze River are basically aware of his strength and have great confidence in him.

Luo Qingfeng saw that Mr. Zhu was on the ring, his face was not the slightest bit dignified, and he casually pointed at a white-robed warrior behind him.

"Old Ninth, go up and let that old thing learn a lot, and give them a big blow by the way."

After Luo Qingfeng finished speaking calmly, he saw a young man in his twenties, nodded his head, kicked his feet, and jumped onto the ring from five meters away.

All of a sudden, there was endless applause from the audience in Jiangbei.

"Hehe, it's just a bunch of rubbish, they're all unworthy things."

In the auditorium on the Jiangnan side, Brother Xiong was holding Xiaolan's waist, and sneered at Zhu Lao, Lao Jiu, and a group of Jiangbei masters in the ring.

"That's right, how can they compare with Brother Xiong with their flamboyant punches and embroidered legs? They are talking about inner strength, it's all just boasting! Brother Xiong can blow them apart with a single punch!" Xiaolan also smiled flatteringly.

Hearing what Xiaolan said, Brother Xiong's jaw even went up to the sky.

The rules of the Martial Arts Conference are very simple, that is, ten people from each side of the north and the south will fight each other.

The winning party can choose a port. There are ten ports in total. The more winners, the more ports they get.

At this time, Zhu Lao and Lao Jiu had already stood on the top of the ring, the two stood face to face, and the first battle of the North-South Martial Arts Competition was about to begin.

"Please!"

Mr. Zhu made a starting gesture and said in a low voice.

"excuse me!"

Old Nine's hands were fisted, and with a sudden kick, his figure was like an arrow flying from the string, and he rushed directly towards Zhu Laoheng, and all of them smashed towards Zhu Lao's chest.

This sudden scene shocked the auditorium in the south with gasps.

Old Zhu's expression froze, but his movements were unhurried. He made a gossip circle with both hands, and pushed forward directly, taking away more than half of the strength of Lao Jiu's fist.

Suddenly, there was another burst of cheers from the south.

It's just that although the audience applauded, Mr. Zhu felt extremely solemn in his heart.

"According to the division of the level of inner strength warriors, the power of his punch is close to the strength of Taoism!"But the old man has practiced for decades, and he is only close to entering the Tao.He is only under 30 years old, what kind of terrifying cultivation talent is this? '

Without giving Mr. Zhu time to be surprised, Lao Jiu also clenched his other hand into a fist. Immediately, the two fists cooperated together, like a machine gun, and slammed towards Mr. Zhu one after another.

Elder Zhu, on the other hand, was moving his feet back and forth, and his hands were constantly evolving defensively, trying his best to dispel Lao Jiu's attack with every move.

It's just that Lao Jiu's offensive was too violent, leaving Zhu Lao with no room to attack except for defense.

As time passed, Mr. Zhu fell into a disadvantage, and the bosses on the south stand raised their hearts.

"boom!!"

Finally, after resisting hundreds of attacks, Mr. Zhu was negligent for a while and failed to parry. He was directly punched in the chest by Lao Jiu, and fell off the ring vomiting blood like this.

For a moment, the south stand was silent, but the north stand was filled with cheers one after another.

Lao Jiu's victory at this stop meant that Jiangbei had won the first port terminal.

"Mr. Wu, I'm sorry!"

Old Zhu coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and clasped his fists at Chen Hanwu.

"Mr. Zhu, you did your best."

Chen Hanwu hurriedly helped Mr. Zhu up, and arranged for people to send him to the hospital.

After this battle, all the bigwigs in Jiangbei became even more arrogant.Although the bigwigs in Jiangnan were angry, they could only hold back helplessly.

"This old thing is a piece of trash. He actually lost to that kind of trash. He was shrunken from the beginning to the end. It's no wonder he won!" Brother Xiong scolded Fang Zundao when he saw Zhu Lao's defeat, as if he had expected it.

"That's right, we still have to rely on Brother Xiong in Jiangnan! When Brother Xiong goes up, he will definitely become famous in one battle and become one of the many big shots in Jiangnan!"

As Xiaolan spoke, she began to fantasize about her beautiful days as the girlfriend of a gangster in the south of the Yangtze River.

Su Fan couldn't help sneering in his heart.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The Taijiquan used by Mr. Zhu has reached a very high level.Even Taijiquan, which uses softness to overcome rigidity, will lose, let alone this kind of Sanda.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng, who was the winning side, tossed off his sleeve robe again, and immediately a white-robed warrior walked out from behind him, striding towards the ring.

"Who else dares to fight?"

The Jiangbei warriors looked on proudly, and all the Jiangnan bigwigs were furious, but they had nothing to say.

Now even Zhu Lao, who has been famous for a long time, was defeated by an unknown boy in Jiangbei.Aren't the rest of the impromptu people just looking for death?
Moreover, those people who came here at the last moment were all frightened at this moment, how could they still have the ability to fight?

If it wasn't for Luo Qingfeng's use of low-level tactics to secretly wound all ten Jiangnan people who were going to join the battle, how could he be reduced to this situation now?
Thinking of this, the Jiangnan bosses were both angry and helpless.

"Garbage fighters in Jiangbei, let you see how powerful Jiangnan Xiongye is!"

At this time, only a loud shout sounded from the South Stand.Then I saw the tall and burly brother Xiong rushing directly from the stands to the ring.

"Oh? We haven't seen this little brother before?"

"Could it be our rising star in Jiangnan? I don't know if he can win."

"Who knows, anyway, we have no one to use now, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Many bigwigs in Jiangnan said so, although they have never met Brother Xiong, it is good that there are still people who are willing to play, and they don't care about so much.

On the ring, Brother Xiong and Jiangbei Warrior stood face to face.With the continuous ups and downs of cheers from the north and south stands, the two rushed towards each other at the same time!

"Eat your Xiongye with a punch!!"

Brother Xiong yelled loudly, raised his casserole-sized fist high, and threw it at Jiangbei Warrior with endless wind noises.

In the next second, the two punches met!

"boom!"

"Ughhhhh!!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the shrill screams also sounded immediately.

The bosses in the south stand took a closer look and were dumbfounded.

I saw Brother Xiong, who was still arrogant just now, had already flown out of the ring, clutching his broken arm and fell to the ground rolling continuously, what a miserable appearance.

"Wo Cao, this bastard is actually caught in seconds, isn't this fucking here to embarrass us?"

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him after the Martial Arts Competition is over!"

The bosses in the South Stand were all very angry.

But Xiaolan's face was dull, full of unbelievable, and the dream of the gangster's girlfriend was instantly shattered.

The bosses in the North Stand suddenly burst into deafening laughter.

"Master Xiong? Is it Lord Xiong? A bear like a bear, hahaha..."

"Are you sending this kind of person to the competition? Aren't you sending the port to us? Then we will accept it!"

"The useless warriors in Jiangnan, come up with someone who can fight a little bit? Why are you throwing out all the rubbish!"

"Haha, aren't you embarrassing them? Chen Tianhua, the strongest in the south of the Yangtze River, was beaten into a dog, let alone the rest of the trash!"

As soon as these words came out, the Chen family members in the south stand were all filled with anger.

In the hearts of the Chen family, Chen Tianhua was the irreplaceable pillar, the absolute core of the family, how could others insult him?
"You bastards, how dare you scold my grandpa, I'll fight you!"

Among the Chen family, a girl with a ponytail in kung fu costume stood up suddenly, her heroic face was full of anger, she rolled up her cuffs and was about to step onto the ring.