City: I became an immortal emperor who refused to inherit the family property

It can be said that such an arrogant provocation did not take Duan Xinhong seriously.

Opposite Duan Xinhong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"At the moment of major events, I don't have the same knowledge as you."

"Someone hurry up and take it back, you are not qualified to compete with me."

As he said this, in fact, Duan Xinhong had already thought of more than a dozen ways in his mind, and he must get rid of Ma Jian.

If such an arrogant and capable opponent is allowed to go back alive, it will definitely be a big trouble in the future.

People around also chimed in.

"It's a joke that a little guy who doesn't know where he came from actually wants to challenge our curator."

"I don't care how much I weigh, the curator can kill him with a single punch."

"Don't be like this, maybe he has read too many novels and thinks that he is also good. The curator doesn't need to do anything, just showing his aura can scare him to death."

People laughed.

Ma Jian was not angry, but just reached out to Cheng Jie who was standing aside.

Cheng Jie understood, immediately took out a piece of paper, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

"This is the transfer procedure of our Cheng Family Martial Arts School, and the director's certificate."

"Although the time is short, there is no time to prepare well, but there are still things that should be there."

"Master Duan, our master is challenging you, should he have the qualifications?"

Cheng Jie looked at Duan Xinhong with a sharp light in his eyes.

Although he didn't know what kind of grievances and grievances there were between Ma Jian and Duan Xinhong, he could tell that Ma Jian was not the kind of person who was looking for trouble for nothing.

What's more, Ma Jian's current identity is his own curator, so he naturally has to protect it.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and saw that Ma Jian stuffed things into his pockets at random, and then walked onto the ring.

"Since it is a competition, there is a ring here just right."

"Do you dare to come up, don't waste time."

"I'm here to settle accounts with you today, and I will never give up until I achieve my goal."

Ma Jian stood on the ring, his eyes fixed on Duan Xinhong.

Duan Xinhong's complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. Being provoked by a young man in front of so many people could be said to be rubbing his majesty on the ground.

But since the other party offered the identity of the curator of the Cheng family martial arts school, he couldn't refuse.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head to look at the deputy curator.

The deputy curator instantly understood, stood up and walked onto the ring.

"Boy, I think you are young and don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so I will teach you a lesson today."

"The owner of the gym is not something everyone can do. I am the deputy director of the Duan family martial arts gym. If you can't even beat me, get the hell out of here."

"You still have to apologize to our Duan Family Martial Arts Hall in front of everyone, do you dare?"

Ma Jian tilted his head to listen to him, and yawned.

"Sure enough, they are all cowards."

The deputy curator was furious: "How dare you, kid!"

"I have to teach you a lesson today, even if you are from the Cheng family!"

After the words fell, the deputy curator rushed towards Ma Jian with wind in his fist.

The surrounding audience narrowed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to watch the final result.

Only Cheng Jie was full of anticipation.

The next second, the deputy curator flew out backwards.

Ma Jian twisted his face.

"You guys are too contemptuous of people, just find such a waste to fight with me."

"Or is it that your Duan family are all trash?"

"Duan Xinhong, hurry up, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Or you guys go up together and fight so much nonsense that you thought it was a tea party."

It wasn't that Ma Jian was deliberately provocative, it was that his patience had really run out.

He came here more than an hour ago, but he hasn't started with Duan Xinhong yet, can he not be in a hurry?

Besides, after listening to so many people talking nonsense, he was already very polite in not tearing down the house.

But the rest of the Duan family didn't think so, they were gearing up one by one.

"Where did the wild boy come to hurt our deputy curator with despicable means?"

"I must teach you a lesson today, otherwise you would think that there is no one in our Duan family martial arts school."

"Let's go together, let him know what he knows, and he will say it out of his mouth."

They didn't gain much from the competition just now, and they were underestimated by Xia Meng, which is exactly the anger they have accumulated.

Now that Ma Jian stood up, it also gave them a chance to vent.

Immediately, everyone was not polite and rushed up one after another.

Ma Jian's eyes finally opened.

"It would have been better if it had been like this earlier, it was a waste of my time."

"Do you know how precious my time is? With this time, I can open a hundred martial arts gyms by myself."

With a cracking sound from his fists, Ma Jian raised his foot and rushed in facing the dozens of people in front of him without flinching at all.

Hitting a person is different from beating a group of people.

The system pulled out the bouquet again.

[Come on, come on, host, come on! 】

[These people don't even have Qi training, and they don't have any spiritual energy on them. 】

[The host can also put away his aura as a physical exercise, which is a rare opportunity. 】

Ma Jiandu was ready to punch them out with one punch, but when he heard the system's words, he took back the aura in time.

"It's too early to say."

The first person in front of him had already rushed over, Ma Jian put away his aura, but the speed of his fists did not weaken at all.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, I saw Ma Jian sideways to hide from the man, punched him on the back with a backhand, and knocked him to the ground.

Without the slightest gap, including turning around, the fist turned to the second person.

Without the blessing of spiritual energy, the power of the fist is naturally reduced.

But because of this, Ma Jian's speed was forced to become faster and faster.

Ma Jian was a little hasty at first, but later he became more at ease.

These dozens of people have clearly become his whetstone.

[Congratulations to the host, the current speed has increased by [-]% compared to the original. 】

【Continue to make persistent efforts and set new highs. 】

The system is refueling, counting, and broadcasting at the same time, it can be said to be very busy.

Ma Jian fought more and more courageously. Others watched him, they could only see him moving through the crowd, and those who didn't have enough vision could not even catch his figure.

Duan Xinhong is also a curator at any rate, and after looking at it, he found Ma Jian's change, and his expression became even uglier.

It's worse than eating fly poop.

It's fine for him to be provoked by others, but now he even asks his subordinates to serve as sharpening stones for others.

Unable to hold back, he finally stood up.

"Stop! How can you say that you are also a curator, but bullying ordinary disciples here, isn't it justified?"

"Even if you really want to do something, you should come to me. This is really unreasonable."

"Why don't we have a match between the two of us?"