C52 A Storm Was Brewing
C52 A Storm Was Brewing
But Ye Qing's name.
It was spread in Linhai City, and even among the upper echelons in the north.
Young Master Ye!
He was even reputed to be one of the most untouchable people!
Everyone had investigated Su Qinghan's background clearly, but what about Ye Qing?
He was hailed as the "reincarnation of the grandmaster" by Loong Zhengyi, the legitimate descendant of the Baji Fist!
He was begged by the people of the Calligraphy Association in the north to return to be the president, and was called the modern Book Saint!
He even knew the national doctor!
In addition to that, there was also the devil race car that shocked the world of cars.
If all of this happened to an old man in his 70s or 80s, everyone would still be able to accept it. He might even be a hidden tycoon.
But it happened to Ye Qing.
Everyone only had fear!
He was only in his early twenties!
No one knew how many miracles were hidden within his body!
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The headquarters of the Calligraphy Association in the north.
A few old men had returned from the sea. They had spent a lot of effort and finally bought a piece of paper written by Ye Qing.
"What's the background of that Ye Qing? Is he really that amazing?"
"I don't know. Could he be boasting?"
The people of Calligraphy Association gathered together and discussed amongst themselves. They had never seen Ye Qing's real work, so they naturally didn't think that a young man could have such high attainments.
After all, there were many people who fabricated things in the current era.
The president knew some insider information, but he was very dissatisfied with Ye Qing's refusal to join the Calligraphy Association. When he saw that everyone had arrived, he ordered the old men to open their mouths.
"Lu Fei, the horse riding, the bow is like a thunderclap!"
There were only twelve words.
But it cost 120 million!
However, the old man who bought it did not regret it. He even felt that it was worth it.
Because these words were too godly!
The president saw it for the first time. Pata! The teacup in his hand fell to the ground in shock and shattered into pieces. He was extremely excited and muttered, "Book Saint, it really is Book Saint!"
The other members also saw the words on the big screen and were immersed in it. It was as if they were on the battlefield, and they could feel the killing intent.
This was something that they could not sense from other calligraphy!
They even felt that Ye Qing was the end of the calligraphy!
"Quick! Buy me a plane ticket. I will personally invite Young Master Ye. If he can join the Calligraphy Association in the north, I am willing to do anything!" The president said excitedly.
He looked for a long time before he recovered his senses. He said in a serious voice, "Everyone, do not expose yourself now. Everyone must hide Young Master Ye's identity and level!"
"Why?" Some people were puzzled. If this kind of ability was publicized, even the Calligraphy Association of Huaxia would send people to pay a visit.
"Could it be that everyone has forgotten that there will be a competition between the Calligraphy Association soon?"
The chairman said excitedly, "How many times have our Calligraphy Association of the north failed? With Young Master Ye's presence this time, we will definitely become famous, shock China, and even the world!"
When the other members heard this, their eyes lit up. They thought of how Young Master Ye had used calligraphy to shock those so-called calligraphy masters.
Their blood was already boiling!
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The Baji Fist Sect of Linhai City.
After saying goodbye to Ye Qing, Loong Zhengyi returned to this place and found his fellow disciples and his master, who had been lying in bed for a long time.
However, his fellow disciples were all wounded.
"Senior brother, the people from other sects are bullying us again. They are here to challenge us. Sorry, we have embarrassed you." His junior brothers were ashamed, angry and helpless.
"Cough cough..."
The master on the sickbed coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. He said weakly, "It's a good relationship. Can I still see the Eight Extremes Sect regain its glory in my life? Can I live until that time? "
Although the Baji Fist was reputed to be the best in fighting, the decline of martial arts in this era had attracted the other sects to compete with the Fist King.
The younger brothers had been training for a short period of time, so they were naturally no match for it.
Loong Zhengyi's eyes turned red. He took a deep breath and said, "Master, you can live until that time. I have found the reincarnation of my ancestor!" He recounted what happened at the auction.
"En? "
His master's turbid eyes lit up. He, who was extremely ill, was actually glowing with vitality, "Since that's the case, then I'll live for a few more days. For all of you, for the Baji Fist, for the Traditional Martial Arts!"
Loong Zhengyi's eyes were filled with hot tears as he forcefully nodded his head.
Young Master Ye definitely knew the Baji Fist, and for the Traditional Martial Arts, he would be able to rectify its name!
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Bai family.
After Bai Anping returned, he didn't tell anyone about what had happened at the auction. Instead, he kept contacting the Traditional Martial Arts experts, as well as some of the desperate soldiers like the War King and the Fist King.
"Ye Qing, if you make me lose face, I will make you die a horrible death!"
Bai Anping narrowed his eyes and revealed his killing intent. He sneered and said, "What Baji Fist martial arts? It's just the martial arts of a cat with three legs. In this era, firearms are the truth. I want to see. Can you block a peanut?"
His eyes were ruthless as he contacted another friend overseas. He directly spent ten million dollars to hire a famous assassin who had never lost before.
Viper!
It was rumored that he was trained from an elite special force.
Five hundred meters away.
Killed in one hit!
He didn't believe that Ye Qing wouldn't die!
As for Su Qinghan.
The corners of Bai Zhiping's mouth curled up. There was a trace of viciousness. Since they had already shed all pretense of cordiality, then don't blame him for destroying the flowers!