The other senior executives of the Wushu Association were a little older, but they were also a little laughed.

"Is it ridiculous to say that the little girl knows how many years the Wushu Association has been established? How much effort has it taken to reach its current scale? It's extremely ridiculous."

"Why take what a little girl said seriously?" someone shook his head.

Song Ling'er was a little guilty when they laughed. Did she really say the wrong thing? She turned her head and looked at Xiao Shun, blinking her eyes.

Xiao Shun smiled and rubbed her little head.

"Okay, let's build a bigger one and let this bullshit martial arts association go to hell."

"Yes." Song Ling'er nodded firmly, and the master said that it would be possible to build it.

Xiao Shun's words stopped everyone's laughter for a moment, but soon, even Gu Baiyi, who was serious, was amused by this overestimating one's own ability.

"I'm crazy again." Yang Zinuo covered his mouth and smiled, trying not to show too much.

"What a master, then he has any kind of disciple, and the same goes for the other way around."

She tried her best to curb her smile and said coldly: "My surname is Xiao, do you think you can still leave today? Even if Qinglong lets you go with kindness, I, Yang Zinuo, will definitely take your life today."

The grandfather’s hatred and the slap at Xinghui Bio’s door made her want to peel Xiao Shun and get cramps to relieve the hatred in her heart.

The decision to drive Xiao Shun out of the Wuxi Association was made after careful consideration or weighing the pros and cons of the Central Plains General Assembly.

The Wushu Association holds the Summer Yingjie Cup competition every three years. This year it is the turn of Zhongyuan District, and the hosting place happens to be in Ningzhou.

This is a triennial event of the Martial Arts Association. It is an opportunity for all provinces to show their strength by showing off their strength. Some people become famous in battle here, while others fall from the altar here.

The Southeast Region is recognized as the strongest. The seven Southeast provinces have long occupied the top three positions in the strength rankings, and the Southeast Warriors have also emerged in many talents, and the top ten in the martial arts association occupies half of them.

If a Zhongyuan District is in trouble with the Southeast District at this time, Nie Jiujin, as the head of the General Hall, ordered the seven Southeast provinces not to participate in this Yingjie Cup in anger, then the effect of this event will be greatly reduced and eclipsed, and the Central Plains District will also become the target of public criticism.

It’s like if the top three students in a class did not take the exam, and if they won the fourth or fifth place, they would probably not feel that the first one would be very honorable.

What's more, if the Southeast region does not participate, it will produce a chain effect and the other two regions will not participate, and the Yingjie Cup arena matches that have lasted for decades will undoubtedly be a disaster.

The Central Plains General Assembly could not bear this crime, so Xiao Shun naturally became a victim of weighing the trade-offs.

Xiao Shun promised to be the head of the Ningzhou Martial Arts Association at that time, most of the time it was a whim. If the two sides got together and parted, he had nothing to say, but at this time it was obvious that he was taking the blame, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

As for Song Linger's words "Build another martial arts association" Xiao Shun only thought she was angry for a moment, and he just responded casually and did not take it seriously.

After all, he is a person with no ambitions and just wants to make a salted fish, provided that it is a salted fish that is not eaten by others.

But Yang Zinuo and the senior executives of the Wushu Association made him mocking and mocking, which made him feel a little moved. It sounded good to set up another Wushu Association to kill them.

Isn’t Song Qingzhou already preparing for the martial arts school? It’s an opportunity, so use the martial arts school to kill this smoky martial arts association.

Of course, this matter must be discussed for a long time and the current situation must be solved first.

Xiao Shun was kicked out of the Wushun, and for Yang Zinuo and several other senior executives of the Wushun Association, things became much simpler.

If the general manager is determined to protect Xiao Shun, even if Nie Jiuchong comes in person, he may not be able to do anything to Xiao Shun.

Warriors are inseparable from conflicts, death and injury. Although the prevailing harmony is maintained between the several generals, the competition in private is quite fierce, and they have always been in charge of their own affairs.

Even if Xiao Shun killed Nie Jiuchong's son, it would be a matter for the Central Plains General Assembly. According to the rules, Nie Jiuchong could do nothing.

So if the chief official has made great efforts to protect him, Xiao Shun may have been punished a little bit, and he is still the head of the Ningzhou Martial Arts Association, so they have to be a little worried.

After Haitang appeared, these concerns have been completely eliminated. In the eyes of Yang Zinuo and others, Xiao Shun has become an ordinary person, so he is not allowed to knead them.

They naturally knew about Xiao Shun's defeat of Zuo Zhiyuan, and they knew very well that Xiao Shun's strength was outstanding.

However, they were crowded with power, and they were not afraid of the Qinglong envoy Gu Baiyi, who was the Qinglong envoy.

Of course, Yang Zinuo is the one who can't wait.

The grandfather's hatred and the humiliation of slap in the face made her hate Xiao Shun to the core, and at this time she could no longer hold back the heart that was burning with raging anger.

"Qinglong envoy, let us leave the evil thief named Xiao, and we will leave it to you after we capture him." Yang Zinuo said.

Gu Baiyi looked into the distance, raised her hands casually, and said lightly: "I'm working hard."

Yang Zinuo's eyes narrowed, his feet stepped on him, and he quickly moved into the air, approaching Xiao Shun.

When Xiao Shun was still several meters away, his body suddenly pulled up, twisted his body in the air, swept his legs and broke out into the air, and rushed straight to Xiao Shun's temple.

Crack!

A sound of sonic boom exploded, and this sweeping leg, which was wrapped in a thousand pounds of force, would definitely be fatal if it hits the head of an ordinary person.

But when Xiao Shun stood up calmly, his face still changed and his eyes did not blink.

A sneer appeared on Yang Zinuo's pretty face. He just defeated Zuo Zhiyuan. He dared to be so arrogant in front of me. Go and die!

However, the next second, her smile immediately froze on her face.

When the sharp leg sweep was less than one foot away from Xiao Shun's head, a pink and white fist seemed to appear out of thin air, blocking the leg sweep she thought she could kill the enemy with one move.

call!

A strong wave of air spread in Xiao Shun's ears, and his hairstyle was blown away with the air waves.

The one who punched was Song Ling'er. She was next to Xiao Shun. If she didn't even have this tacit understanding, it would have been in vain for nearly a year.

Besides, she kept saying that she wanted to protect her master, which was just a chance to show off.

Yang Zinuo was shocked at this moment. She didn't take Song Ling'er seriously at the beginning. She never expected that this little girl could block her almost all her strength attack.

Just as he was thinking, a pink fist rushed towards her chest with a powerful force.

She hurriedly blocked her chest with her arms crossed.

Dong!

The seemingly light little fist hit Yang Zinuo's arms with amazing force.
Chapter completed!