"But teacher, we don't know his whereabouts yet, how can we find him?" Suzumiya Eiyue said in confusion.

Wangyuehe waved his hand: "Why should we go and find him?"

"Don't he call himself the Lord of Jiangdong? I have my own way to ask him to come and find us!"

Wangyue River chuckled, and the deep words slowly swept through this world.

No one knows what Wangyue River is thinking at this time.

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The next day.

When the first ray of morning light illuminates the earth, a new day comes.

Jianghai, International Airport.

A transoceanic flight has just arrived.

Among the noisy crowd, an old man in suit, wearing sunglasses, walked proudly between his eyebrows.

Behind him were two young men, one man and one woman, calling out to the master.

“Haha~”

"Master, you are worthy of being the president of our Jiangdong Wushu Association. Your speech at the International Wushu Exchange Conference is easy to understand and is amazing."

"Master, just wait. I'll let the major media report tomorrow. At that time, the number of students who come to our Extreme Martial Arts School to save their lives will be increased dramatically."

The man and woman behind her kept complimenting.

The old man smiled without saying a word, but the pride and pride between his eyebrows were particularly distinct.

However, just as they walked out of the airport, a wind suddenly blew around them.

"Um?"

The old man's pace also stopped.

"Master, why don't you leave?"

Behind him, the doubts of his two disciples came.

The old man still said nothing and stood there.

His face was calm, his cold eyes were staring at the front with seriousness and solemnity.

After a long time, the old man's red lips trembled and pointed at the front like a ghost: "Are you, Japanese... Japanese Sword God?"

Faced with the old man's fear, the figure in front of him just smiled coldly.

"I didn't expect that after thirty years, someone still remembers me."

After the words fell, there was only a loud bang.

An old body fell to the ground in an instant, and the bright red blood dyed the earth red.

And the figure ahead soon came to the crowd.

"Master, are you okay?"

“Master…”

The two apprentices behind quickly ran over and looked at their dying master and cried.

But the old man gritted his teeth, and blood was rising from his mouth, and he trembled with an inauspicious voice: "Hurry............................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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A few hours later.

Aotian Martial Arts Hall, which is affiliated to the Chen Group.

In front of the door, there are flowers and guests.

The brand new red carpet stretches for a hundred meters.

There is a festive and red atmosphere around.

Today is the fifth anniversary of the establishment of the Aotian Martial Arts Hall. Wu Qingguang, the owner of the Martial Arts Hall, invited all the powerful people from Jianghai to participate in the celebration.

Naturally, it is very lively.

“Haha~”

"Master Wu Qing Pavilion, congratulations."

"I am worthy of being a famous martial arts master in Jianghai and a contemporary successor of the Wing Chun lineage. Since you became the owner of this Aotian Martial Arts Hall, the business of the martial arts hall has been at its peak."

"I'm afraid there are thousands of students who have been taught over the years, right?"

"It probably won't take long. The president of the Jiangdong Wushu Association will be the owner of Wuqing Pavilion."

Everyone praised each other.

Bang ~

However, at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came.
Chapter completed!