Chapter 936 Beat Him

The crowd subconsciously fell silent, and looked at the nineteen people at the same time, each with a little confusion in their eyes.

Because of the sunglasses and masks, the nineteen bosses all looked a little mysterious.

Leng Rongrong blinked her eyes and looked at this group of people. She didn't know who they were, but when she saw the aura on their body, they were either big bosses or gods, so she shut up and didn't speak.

She wouldn't say anything unless she troubled herself.

Fourth Master Mo didn't bother to speak, so he put his arms around Leng Rongrong and looked at the nineteen bosses.

The nineteen big men came to Huangfu Shen's side.

Huangfushen was still slandering Leng Rongrong in various ways, and felt that the surroundings had quieted down, so he turned his head and saw the nineteen big men behind him.

He was inexplicably stunned for a moment.

"Who are you, what are you going to do? There are people pretending to be Wufeng Grandmaster, what are you doing looking at me?" Huangfushen was covered by the aura of more than a dozen people, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Before he finished speaking, a sack suddenly fell from the top of his head under the eyes of everyone.

Then, Huangfushen was caught in a sack.

Afterwards, Huangfushen was carried away by the group of people, and along with that, he uttered the same screams one after another.

"Help, do you know who this young master is? This young master is Huang Fushen, the eldest master of the Huang Family Martial Arts Academy. Do you know who my father is! Let the fuck go, if you don't let me go, you will die a miserable death! "

"Damn it, let me go, do you hear me, are you fucking deaf?"

"Help, save me!"

Huangfushen struggled frantically in the sack, but the nineteen bosses didn't let him go, and just carried him away Shi Shiran.

Because the nineteen big brothers are dressed in black, wearing huge sunglasses and black masks, which make them look mysterious, and they don't look like people from this world.

Like some terrible mysterious organization, everyone was inexplicably panicked, so no one spoke.

Even the people in the Royal Martial Arts Center forgot to save people, they just stared dumbfounded at their young master being wrapped in a sack and taken away.

Huang Fushen was taken out of the arena.

He was taken into a small alley, followed by him being beaten up in a sack.

The nineteen bosses took turns punching each other, causing Huangfu Shen to scream.

Huangfu scolded furiously, saying all sorts of unclean words, "Who are you guys, you can't be that bitch?"

"Who is that bitch?" Nineteen asked suspiciously.

"He should be talking about our eldest lady. The dog can't spit out ivory and sprays manure. Why don't you throw him into the cesspit."

"Fight poison with poison? Yes, help him treat the disease of spraying feces, very good!"

"Damn it, what are you going to do? Damn it, Leng Rongrong, a bitch, dares to treat me like this, I will tear her apart!

"I will never let her go!"

"Before she is torn apart, I will tear you to pieces first. Guess, is it easier for us to tear you apart, or is it more likely for you to tear her apart?" Seventeen sneered.

Huangfushen shivered in the sack.

"Pervert, why is Leng Rongrong so perverted!"

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On the other side of the ring, Leng Rongrong frowned, and glanced sideways at Mo Linyuan, "Did you feel it? Among the people who took Huangfushen away just now, it seems that there are thieves who came to our house last time... What are they?" When was it released? And, why did it appear here?"

Leng Rongrong was full of question marks.

Fourth Master Mo didn't notice this, but felt that this group of people should not be ordinary people.

The crowd was a little dazed because the nineteen big shots had appeared and Huangfu Shen had taken them away.

But soon everyone came to their senses, and then continued to attack Leng Rongrong emotionally, thinking that it was unforgivable for Leng Rongrong to impersonate Master Wufeng.

After all, in many people's minds, Master Wufeng is a god-like existence.

He is always easy to point out other people's problems.

Many people have been pointed out, so for everyone, not everyone can pretend to be Master Wufeng.

Leng Rongrong saw the excitement in the crowd, and her own people were about to fight with those people.

Fourth Master Mo also frowned and looked a little angry.

"Wait for me." Leng Rongrong said to Mo Linyuan.

Fourth Master Mo didn't make a sound, just glanced at Leng Rongrong, and then let go of the hand that was holding Leng Rongrong's shoulder.

Leng Rongrong turned around, walked towards the commentator, and said, "Can I borrow your microphone?"

"Yes." After a moment of hesitation, the commentator handed the microphone to Leng Rongrong, and then asked in a low voice, "Are you really Master Wufeng?"

"Guess." Leng Rongrong smiled.

She jumped onto the stage with a light leap, and then she said with a microphone, "Everyone be quiet first."

Under the arena, many people were arguing at first, but when they heard Leng Rongrong's words, they became quiet for an instant, and then looked up at Leng Rongrong.

"Is she going to apologize?"

"I just said, she definitely can't be Grandmaster Wufeng, if Grandmaster Wufeng is really her, then where will the faces of us elders be put!"

"I don't know who said that she must be Grandmaster Wufeng! Misleading everyone!"

"I guess she has been imitating Grandmaster Wufeng all the time. Her back looks a bit like Grandmaster Wufeng."

"It should be an imitation, and then her intentions are not right. When she hears that everyone thinks it is like it, she wants to impersonate it."

Everyone discussed and felt that Leng Rongrong should apologize.

After all, everyone has seen through that she is not the great master of Wufeng.

How could someone as powerful as Master Wufeng forget his account number.

"Okay, please watch a performance first." Leng Rongrong said, she threw the microphone at the commentator, and the commentator caught it, startled.

"Performance?"

"What about an apology?"

"Perform what? Is she trying to change the subject on purpose?"

Although many people had puzzled expressions on their faces, they didn't fight any more. They just looked at Leng Rongrong, wanting to know what kind of medicine was sold in Leng Rongrong's gourd.

Leng Rongrong didn't speak, she turned her back to everyone.

Then, she put the hood of her sportswear on her head.

The moment the hat was put on, Leng Rongrong's aura seemed to be a completely different person.

It's obviously the same clothes, and it's the same person, but the back view gives people a completely different feeling of strength.

The aura of a great master seemed to come out in an instant.

Then, she suddenly started punching and kicking, performing a set of punches.

Every movement is very sharp, she bounces very high, and every fist can make a sound of piercing the air.

When she spun, she was so fast that people couldn't see her face clearly, but she could only vaguely see the darkness under the hood.