Chapter 2142: Kissing Conference, ink-painted eyes!

Zhao Guangrong's expression was solemn, he raised his head, his steps were slightly open, and he was sitting on the golden luan. His blood was surging, and he looked like an emperor, commanding the world.

"It's very simple. At this kissing conference, I will follow the old rules and try that young boy's skills and compete with him. If he loses, then he will not be able to take charge of our Tang Sect. In front of so many people

In terms of human dignity, how can a loser have the dignity to rise to the top? Will any of you still be convinced by him?"

"Brother Zhao, this is a good idea. It doesn't violate the rules and orders of the sect master, and it can also attack that little boy! Your Taizu Changquan has reached an unpredictable state. How can that little boy be your opponent?

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Lin Shifeng couldn't help stroking his hands and exclaiming, his eyes flashed with bright light, he was overjoyed, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was very convinced of Zhao Guangrong's kung fu. Among the Tang sect, no one except Tang Zichen could match it. In the world of martial arts, it was also

Among the top few, Wang Chao is just a young boy who has only practiced martial arts for several years. Although he is a disciple trained by Tang Zichen, he does not believe that Wang Chao can beat Zhao Guangrong, the great master of Danjin.

On this day, the sky was clear and clear, the bright sunshine shone on me, it was very warm, and the gentle spring breeze brushed my cheeks, blew my hair, and fluttered gently, adding a bit of scenery to the world.

The auditorium of the Minglun Tang Chinese School in Jakarta was decorated with red flowers, a lion dance team, and firecrackers. Everything was a traditional custom of a wedding ceremony, which gave it a unique flavor.

Many Tang clan elders, rich men, and even the more famous overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia have come here one after another. It is very lively and crowded. Many acquaintances gather together in small groups, lowering their heads to communicate and discuss.

One after another, they all got the news that Tang Zichen, the head of the Tang Sect, was going to retire at this wedding ceremony. Who would become the new head of this behemoth Tang Sect was the focus of everyone's discussion.

Tang Zichen didn't care at all about the gazes of everyone. She sat on the main seat, calm and indifferent. After today, these people had nothing to do with Tang Zichen. She didn't need to care about their thoughts. She became more and more indifferent in her heart.

After a while, her clear and clear eyes showed a bit of relaxation. After today, she can cut off all the karma of the world and pursue her own martial arts path.

Wang Chao stood behind Tang Zichen, looking at the people in the hall, full of energy and ambition. As long as he could convince Zhao Guangrong, he would be able to control the behemoth Tang Clan in the future, reach the sky in one step, become a big shot in the world, and control the lives of countless people.

Life and death, controlling huge amounts of money, wealth and power, is a being that everyone needs to look up to. He is no longer the bullied middle school student.

Wang Chao clenched his fists, his energy and blood surged, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. This was caused by excessive emotional fluctuations. For Wang Chao, who has now entered the Gangjin Grand Master, he cannot control his own energy.

Blood was so rare that it showed how excited and excited he was in his heart. The light in his eyes was brighter than the sunshine outside, and he was high-spirited and unruly.

When Wang Chao heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and they were extremely long and narrow. In the slits of his eyes, a cold light flickered, and there was a terrifying murderous intention hidden deep in his eyes. He stared at Lin Shifeng and others with a gloomy face, and the sound of discussion came to his ears.

But he had to lower his head and said very ugly.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this operation, and they all paid attention. Under the spotlight, a few people slowly got out of the car.

Tang Zichen did not reminisce about the past. She had an indifferent temperament. Today, after she abdicated in favor of others and retired to seek enlightenment, these people have become irrelevant, so she did not want to say anything more.

"You guys should take your seats too!"

Suddenly, dozens of brand-name luxury cars, including Lincoln, Rolls-Royce, Bugatti Veyron, and many more, drove into the square in front of the auditorium. At the same time, a large group of powerful black-clad people came down from the Hummers in front.

The man, with nimble hands and feet and powerful skills, bent down and gently opened the doors of the cars in the middle, laid down a red mat more than ten meters long, and placed it at the entrance of the auditorium.

Of course, the person who awes Zhao Guangrong the most is not Wang Chao. He knows the calm Tang Zichen. Her aura is ethereal, elusive, unfathomable, mysterious and dangerous. In Zhao Guangrong's perception, Tang Zichen in the auditorium is like

Like the supreme way of heaven, it is unchanging and immortal, full of the vicissitudes of time. It is so lofty and sacred that people dare not compete and can only bow their heads and surrender.

"Brother Zhao, you're so polite, but you're so outspoken!"

When ordinary people are stared at by Zhao Guangrong's eyes, they will immediately collapse and die. Even a tough-minded, martial arts practitioner will inevitably feel shaken, horrified and at a loss when looking into his eyes.

, you will have the urge to try your best to avoid his gaze. Once this happens, your mind will be lost, and during the competition, you will be defeated with glory in one move.

Tang Zichen's crystal-clear ears twitched slightly. Hearing the pounding sound of his heart coming from his ears, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He glanced sideways at the excited Wang Chao, shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart. This disciple, it seems, is still

A person who cannot see through the worldly pursuit of fame and fortune and is keen on power, fame and wealth is definitely not a Taoist friend of Tang Zichen.

Zhao Guangrong's tiger eyes were slightly startled, and he looked at Wang Chao who was walking towards him, and his heart trembled. Although Wang Chao had various shortcomings, his cultivation level was indeed outstanding. A powerful aura rose up from Wang Chao's body and moved towards Zhao Guangrong.

A group of people pressed forward, heavy and violent.

Most of Zhao Guangrong's mind was fighting against Tang Zichen who was sitting in the auditorium. He let out a trace of energy and was not too polite to Wang Chao. His tiger eyes were filled with terrifying majesty and his gaze was extremely cold, as sharp as a sharp blade.

A scratch on Wang Chao's face made Wang Chao's skin tense, his tiny hairs stood up, and he shook slightly, as if he was frightened.

Even though Zhao Guangrong appeared in a grand and grand manner, in front of Tang Zichen, he was still just a vassal king who needed to worship the emperor. This was the gap in status and destiny.

Tang Zichen sat in the middle of the stage, a mahogany chair carved with dragons, majestic and solemn. She looked at Zhao Guangrong who walked in with a calm expression, without any emotional fluctuations, indifferent and aloof.

"Brother, go and add eyes to the lion for me!"

A series of deafening firecrackers sounded outside the auditorium, followed by gongs and drums. In an open space in front of the square of the auditorium, more than a dozen lions were danced by people, with golden, red, green, yellow and white hairs.

, Heimao and others, with their big eyes blinking and jumping, on the high wooden bridge made of stools, each showing off their skills and majesty, trying to compete for the colored balls placed on the Eight Immortals tables on the many floors in the center of the square.

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This sentence can fully express Wang Chao's thoughts at this time. He is a wanton, arrogant and domineering person. What he likes most is the envious gazes of others. Zhao Guangrong's behavior makes him feel itchy, but

It kind of scratched Wang Chao's heart itch.

Wang Chao's heart trembled. He had some guesses and attention to Zhao Guangrong's strength. He secretly encouraged his energy and blood, and his energy and spirit reached its peak. He turned a blind eye to Zhao Guangrong's eyes that were sharper than a sword. His eyes were calm and gentle, as if

The sunshine bathed in the spring breeze in March was bright and warm. He nodded slightly to Zhao Guangrong and waved his hand again.

"What a pomp, what a pomp."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Well, this young boy has two brushes under his hands, so don't underestimate him!"

Zhao Guangrong is one of the most outstanding figures in the Tang sect, and is definitely not comparable to the average master boxer. His martial arts have already been restrained, and it is not uncommon for him to practice his martial arts to the point of seeing his eyes.

"please!"

"Boy, our Tang Sect is a place that respects teachers and respects etiquette and rules. Without rules, nothing can be achieved. I don't care if you work under Zi Chen or are her descendants. Brother Zhao is your elder. No matter what, you,

You have to call me uncle, how can you call me Master Zhao? Didn’t Zichen teach you the rules? Or are you arrogant and think you can be of the same generation as the president of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association?"

However, just because he maintains his own identity does not mean that others also maintain their own identity. Lin Shifeng, who came with Zhao Guangrong, suddenly smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to stop Wang Chao, and said loudly with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Zhao Guangrong's mind moved slightly, and the aura on his body gradually calmed down. The whole person's energy was restrained, and the magic machine was harmonious. He saw circles everywhere, always became elixirs, and was perfect and flawless. He took a deep look at the calm Dynasty, and then took a step forward.

Entered the auditorium.

Only people like Li Daoqing, who are not interested in fame and wealth, are leisurely and pure, are the ones who belong to the same path. Li Daoqing's cultivation is unfathomable, and his wisdom is amazing, but he still doesn't want to hang out in the world of fame and fortune. This kind of person is the most suitable path for Tang Zichen.

As lovers, we can join hands and walk towards the great road together.

"You go and greet them on my behalf!"

Although the depth of Wang Chao's kung fu was not tested this time, Zhao Guangrong did not bother too much. He maintained his own identity and martial arts skills and would not show off to Wang Chao, a junior, when they met.

Every time Zhao Guangrong took a step forward, he felt a little heavier on his body. On the contrary, Lin Shifeng on the side did not feel anything. The pressure on Tang Zichen was only aimed at the great master who had entered the Danjin. Zhao Guangrong's expression was stern, and there was so much in his eyes.

With a bit of awe, his body slowly bent, and the pressure on his body suddenly relaxed a bit. A clear understanding arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but bowed and said to Tang Zichen.

Zhao Guangrong nodded calmly, looked at Lin Shifeng, and glanced inward, telling him to stop as soon as he saw fit. It depends on the owner to beat the dog. Tang Zichen is still the head of the Tang Sect, so they can't be too presumptuous.

"Master Zhao, we have been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please come in with me and take a seat."

"What Lin Shifeng said is reasonable. Although Wang Chao is the disciple and successor of the Tang Sect Master, he is also a junior. He should not call Zhao Guangrong directly as Master Zhao. This is elevating his seniority!"

In the end, a red-haired lion grabbed the colored ball and came to Tang Zichen with the colored ball in its mouth. This was to ask Tang Zichen, the leader of the Tang Sect, to use a cinnabar pen to point the lion's eyes in order to get a reward.

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent, a needle could be heard, and there was silence. Everyone looked at Wang Chao who was standing behind Tang Zichen with complicated eyes. They were envious, jealous, sizing up, curious, resentful, and happy.

Different people, different positions, natural interests are also different, and it is normal to have different reactions.

This group of elders are all wealthy and well-known people among the Nanyang Chinese. Although they only have the right to speak and not make decisions in the Tang Sect, their influence is not small when they are united. If they can be frightened, at least they will be able to do so before Tang Zichen announces

When he was at the helm, if he raised objections, these elders would just wait and see and would not unanimously agree with Tang Zichen.

This kind of ostentation was extravagant and grand, not inferior to the rulers of some countries. It immediately shocked many people who came to participate in the Tang Clan Promise Conference. The momentum was extraordinary and the appearance was grand. It was even more pompous than Tang Zichen.

Zhao Guangrong's glance just now has a special effect. In an instant, the whole body's energy, blood, and upper brain are concentrated around the eyes, making the eye chakras protrude, and the eyes are sharp and frightening. This is the golden shield in the hands of Taizu's Changquan Secret.

The eye-catching skill in the painting is like the supreme emperor sitting in the Golden Palace, overlooking the people of the world, taking life and death from them.

Wang Chao then walked into the auditorium and stood behind Tang Zichen again. He quietly looked at Zhao Guangrong and Lin Shifeng who were seated, with murderous intent rising in his heart and suppressing them tightly.

Sima Qian's "Historical Records of Xiang Yu" records that when Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang met Qin Shihuang's chariot on a parade, Xiang Yu said: This is what a man is born to do, and he can take his place!

"Presumably this person is Zhao Guangrong!"

But Wang Chao has a spark that can start a prairie fire, and the belief that man can conquer heaven. The prince and general Xiang Ning has such a momentum that he rises up with a cry, causes havoc in the heavenly palace, breaks through the netherworld, is unruly, he is a rebel and a dynasty.

The mourners wanted to knock the emperor off his throne and then sit on the throne himself.

"Today's young people really have no rules and speak inappropriately. They actually talk to their elders as equals, which is inappropriate!"

"Lin Shifeng has a fiery personality and can't bear to see the younger generation's presumption, which is normal!"

Wang Chao behaved very appropriately at this time. He had a deep mind and knew what to do in such situations. He stretched out his arms and showed a bright smile on his face, expressing his respect and welcome to Zhao Guangrong, which made everyone cheer.

nodded in agreement.

"Zhao Guangrong has met the sect master!"

Tang Zichen looked very calmly at Zhao Guangrong, who appeared gorgeously and extravagantly. He sat still and turned to give instructions to the envious Wang Chao.

As a descendant of the royal family of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Guangrong practiced Taizu Changquan, and he was even more proficient in sitting on the golden sword. He looked like an emperor and overlord, a master of the Nine Five-Year Plan.

Indeed, whether it is the martial arts world or gang organizations such as Tangmen and Hongmen, they all pay attention to seniority. Especially overseas Chinese working hard in other countries still attach great importance to some traditional rules and etiquette. Lin Shifeng suddenly attacked Wang Chao on the spot.

, in the eyes of some people around, it is not considered a deliberate provocation.

Tang Zichen didn't pick up the finishing touch, just said lightly.
To be continued...