My Stunning Mrs. President

"This..." In an instant, Zhuge Fushen was at a loss for words!

Why can't you hear the naked irony in this young man's words?His face suddenly became a little embarrassed and ugly!

"Old Mr. Zhuge is right. Today's Huaxia Wulin is under the watchful eyes of Duan Dao Liu of Country R. In front of the enemy, it is true that there should be no more killing each other!" But at this time, Zhao Xiaotian smiled lightly again.

It's just that the sarcasm on his face became more intense, "Mr. Zhuge and the Tang Sect, don't they understand righteousness so deeply, and care so much about the honor and disgrace of the nation?"

"Okay! If you want my Zhao family to stop, it's not impossible!"

"If he, Tang Zongheng, can disregard his own life and death, disregard the century-old foundation of the Tang Sect, and take it as his own responsibility to maintain the safety of the Chinese martial arts, dare to be the vanguard and fight bloody battles to the end! Don't talk about turning big things into small things, Even if I, Zhao Xiaotian, serve him tea and water for the rest of my life, and I am willing to be a slave at his command, that's fine!"

"But, can Tang Zongheng do it?"

"This..." In an instant, Zhuge Fushen was embarrassed again, not knowing how to refute!

However, Zhao Xiaotian lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sneered again, "He Tang Zongheng can't do it! As the head of the Tang Sect, he only has his own power and interests in his eyes, only his own reputation and status! "

He paused every word, and smiled, "But, I, Zhao Xiaotian, can do it, my Zhao family can do it, and my plum blossom nunnery can do it!"

After a brief pause, he said unhurriedly, "This junior is very busy and has no interest. I just sit here and listen to the old man analyze the situation in China's martial arts for me! I know these things far better than you!"

"I'm even less interested. Listen to what you tell me about national righteousness and the principles of forgiving and forgiving! Similarly, I understand these things better than you!"

"The reason why I came to the appointment today is only me, Zhao Xiaotian. Seeing that Mr. Zhuge and my great-grandfather are also close friends, I don't want to lose the most basic etiquette, that's all!"

"But do you know that your Zhao family will only bring something by doing this?" In an instant, Zhuge Fushen couldn't help it anymore, and his emotions became agitated!

At this moment, those decades of ups and downs, the subtle clouds and breezy clouds, the indifference that is full of neither joy nor sorrow, is completely broken.

The wrinkled cheeks were twisted badly, the old and rickety body trembled, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and scary, "Do you know that it will only completely break the peaceful situation of Huaxia Wulin for decades? Do you know that, This will only completely break the delicate balance of South China martial arts, and plunge into turmoil and chaos from now on?"

With a roar, "Do you know, what kind of bloody storm is this?"

"But so what?" However, at this moment, Zhao Xiaotian's complexion suddenly changed!

The indifferent and playful smile just now disappeared without a trace in an instant, and suddenly, the sky was full of haze and violence!

He stood up with a "whoosh", let out a deep roar, and shrank violently, then looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent and gloom!

The veins on his arms popped up, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow seemed to completely devour this invincible old man who had reached the pinnacle of South China martial arts decades ago!

"Clatter..." There was a crisp sound.

The expensive purple clay teapot on the tea table suddenly became a piece of shattered pieces, and the cold tea spilled everywhere!

In an instant, the atmosphere in the teahouse took a turn for the worse, the air seemed to be about to condense, and it was so oppressive that it was suffocating!

Ye Qingying held her breath and watched this scene, her nerves became even more tense to the extreme!

Even behind the old man, the face of the middle-aged man who had been in samadhi with a blank face from the beginning to the end, changed at this moment!

Raising his head, his eyes were locked on Zhao Xiaotian's body, his temples throbbed suddenly, his right hand clutching the handle of the knife, his knuckles clucked!

Time passed, the scene was frighteningly tense, and the picture was completely frozen at this moment!

After a long time, Zhao Xiaotian let out a bloodthirsty sneer, but the fear in his eyes was even stronger, "Zhuge Fushen, seeing that you and my great-grandfather Zhao Jiawu are friends, I can respectfully call you old man! But in my eyes, you It's nothing!"

"Think that I really don't know. You are sitting here today, telling me a lot of great principles of national righteousness, but what kind of ulterior selfishness is in your bones? You think I really don't know, and you have been attached to the Tang Sect all these years. Now, how much benefit has your Zhuge family gained by forming an alliance with the Tang Sect?"

"If the Tang Sect suffers heavy losses, your Zhuge family's loss will probably be quite large! Can't you hold back? Are you ready to move?"

The voice was as indifferent as ice, "Don't put gold on your face! Whether it is a saint who saves all living beings, or a monster with evil intentions, no one is blind!"

For a moment, filled with anger, his tone became much more serious, "Didn't you just tell me that the enemy is coming? What a national hero who has the safety of China's martial arts in mind!"

"Let me ask you, have you really cared about this matter? Have you heard about Duan Dao Liu, how many masters of the prehistoric realm are there under it? Do you know that behind Duan Dao Liu, there is a mysterious holy queen with a martial arts cultivation level?" How far has it reached?"

"If Duan Dao Liu really came out with all his strength to invade China's martial arts, your Zhuge family might be able to sneak away faster than anyone else, right?"

Another laugh, "Didn't you just explain to me what national righteousness is?"

"Let me ask you again, 30 years ago, Qianye Wuchi, an oriental sword master in the Dzogchen realm, stepped into the land of China. My Zhao family wrote a book of life and death in the martial arts, and joined forces with the seven masters of the prehistoric realm to fight against him on the top of Mount Tai. At that time, where was your Zhuge Fushen?"

"My great-grandfather Zhao Jiawu, Song Tiandao, the old master of the Song family, Ouyang Yangxin, the head of the Qingcheng School, and my three great martial arts masters in China died tragically on the top of Mount Tai. What are you Zhuge Fushen doing?"

He slapped the coffee table fiercely, "Let me ask you again, 20 years ago, the Xiaoyao Pavilion suddenly emerged and did all kinds of evil, causing China's martial arts to be full of complaints and smog. My Zhao family and the Song family jointly strangled more than 40 passionate men. In the yellow sand, what is your Zhuge family doing? What is Tang Zongheng doing?"

With a cold snort, he paused every word, "A mouthful of benevolence and righteousness is bound to be a traitor, and old age and not dying is a thief! A mouth full of benevolence and righteousness, but a belly full of prostitutes and thieves, why don't you die?"

"You..." So in an instant, Zhuge Fuchen's face became even uglier!

His face was blue and red, and he looked at him panting, but he really didn't know how to refute.

In any case, how could he imagine that this young man in front of him is so domineering and arrogant?

[Happy New Year's Day everyone! 】