Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Tonight is destined to be a restless night, and there are already a large number of people on the Internet who have launched heated discussions.

They all felt that Wudang Mountain was going to lose its face this time.

He actually sent a second-generation disciple from Wudang Mountain to look at the thin body and the dark circles in the corners of his eyes.

This kind of face makes many people feel that this little guy who is about to face the world boxing champion Stent is about to enter the ground.

Wu Zizai, who had already received the news that Wudang agreed to fight, had a happy expression on his face earlier.

But on closer inspection, it turns out that only Wudang dispatched a second-generation disciple to fight.

This kind of thing made Wu Zizai a little bit stunned. After all, according to his idea, it was Wudang Patriarch's shot.

In this case, after Stent defeated Wudang Patriarch, he gained a lot of heat, or gambling outside the game, and he could make a lot of money.

It seems that nothing will go as smoothly as Wu Zizai imagined, but Wu Zizai was not worried.

It’s good to defeat the younger first, and he won’t even believe in the old.

At the moment, Stent is still in jet lag, but because of the excitement in his heart, because tomorrow night, he will fight against that ancient martial master Wudang Patriarch.

At this time, he was still taking advantage of Wu Zizai's training ground to carry out additional meal training, so that his body could always maintain its vigorous vitality.

The phone on the seat far away rang, making Stent's face puzzled.

But still using the explosive muscle power of his upper body, he forced the dummy erected on the ring, accompanied by the sound of fists colliding.

The protective armor on the dummy's chest also shattered and hung bleakly on the dummy.

Shaking his sweat-drenched hair, Stent took the towel hung on the pillar of the ring, walked to the rest seat, and connected the phone.

"Hey, my friend Wu, according to your rest time, it's all so late, so if you don't rest, are you as excited as I can't sleep?" Stent wiped the dripping sweat from his body, and said Wu Zizai said on the other end of the phone.

Regarding Wu Zizai, although Stent felt that this person could not have a deep friendship, it did not hinder him. This time he did help him realize a dream, a dream of fighting against Master Gu Wu.

Wu Zizai lay on the wall of the bed and said in an apologetic voice, "Stent, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to fight that old Wudang Patriarch first tomorrow night."

Stent looked puzzled, and just wanted to ask Wu Zizai what was happening.

Wu Zizai hurriedly said, "Wudang Mountain, did not put you my friend To put in one's eyes, but accepted your challenge, only sent a 20-year-old boy."

"Of course, as long as you defeat this hairy boy who is not afraid of death, once the little one loses, the old one will definitely come on stage to find his face."

Wu Zizai obviously knew what Stent was thinking, but Wudang Mountain was not afraid of this arrangement.

After all, absolute strength is the truth, not that you send a little boy out to deal with the scene!

Stent is obviously still able to accept such news, and then solemnly said, "Wu, as my friend, you have to solve this matter. I don't want me to go for nothing."

Stent's threatening words made Wu Zi startled in a cold sweat, and quickly assured Stent on the other end of the phone.

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Zhang Huanjin was originally dealing with the company's copywriting over the past few days in an independent villa similar to a courtyard house located in the central ring of the capital.

But watching the news that popped out of his mobile phone, he originally didn't care about this kind of thing, so he planned to turn off the phone.

But his eyes were watching this latest news, and he saw the three words that he cared most about, Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Huanjin opened and looked curiously, his expression was a bit dark for a while, his eyes were full of depression.

He did not expect that when the last Wudang Mountain storm had just ended, some people would pay attention to Wudang Mountain again.

Zhang Huanjin's right hand tapped the office huanghuali desktop from time to time, making a dull tapping sound.

Then I turned on the mobile phone communication and found a number.

"Hey, Xiaowan, the old ancestor may be going down the mountain to take a stroll in the capital tomorrow. Go pick him up, and remember to tell the old ancestor that I'm a bit too busy here." Zhang Huanjin's face was full of anger, and then hang up the phone.

Then he dialed a number again. After the call, Zhang Huanjin showed a cold Killing intent and said, "Check it out for me. Remember to find out and write it down as long as anyone who is connected."

"I want to give them a good lesson, Wudang Mountain is not something anyone can provoke."

Zhang Huanjin was very hostile at first, and when he couldn't help it, he remembered the instructions left to him by his master and ancestor.

Zhang Huanjin resisted the anger, the phone that was originally good in his hand, with the explosion sound and the pungent black smoke, was crushed by Zhang Huanjin abruptly.

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