Chapter 921: Pick things up

"Oh?" Zi Yan shifted his gaze and looked at it.
The wind and wave king, this name sounds quite aggressive.
"Yes." The only woman among the five said: "This battle, the wind wave Wang Anhe and the new star of the North Zhenzong rise, Jonson, double strong matchup, you should not have heard of them both?"
"It seems that I have never heard of it." Meng Meng blinked and replied: "The people in the martial arts world, I know very little, there are my grandfather, Chen Shushu, Xue Ayi, Jiang Ayi, Uncle Wind, Uncle Hu, My grandfather, grandmother, my father, Uncle Yun, it seems that there are only a few dozen people."
There are 100 people in the security group. Some of them know each other, but the name is not called because they are low-key. It is also because some people are not good at words. These people are better than Zhao Feng, some are poor, all day long. There is not enough opportunity to meet with Meng Meng.
It was the yellow-haired man who heard a chuckle and looked a lot.
It turns out that these three people are from the martial arts family.
It’s just what she said, I have never heard of it, any uncle or aunt, these words, have not seen anyone said, may come from a small-scale martial arts family, this family is in the vast China, more went.
"Small girl, since you were born in the martial arts family, you should also understand that such a generation of arrogant people like the wind and wave king can not say bad things in the back, how good his temper is, if they are heard by their people, then You are not arbitrarily troublesome? I want to come to see you in the world. This battle has a lot of relationship. The two of them have been waiting for a long time. They are waiting for the opportunity to break through the master. If this battle is won, it may be straightforward. Breakthrough and become one of the most important big men in the world!"
During the talk, the youth of the yellow hair revealed admiration and admiration:
"I don't know when I can compare with them. Oh, yes, I am from the Xiangri Mountain Villa in Shonan. My name is Zhu Shi. I am also in the current stage. I like to make friends with friends from all walks of life. I will have the opportunity to be a guest in the next day.

"Oh, okay."
Meng Meng crisply responded to the sound.
"Go, maybe we will get up when we go up the mountain."
Zhu Shi saw Meng Meng's family of three and had never heard of himself. He suddenly became boring, waved his hand and quickly went up the mountain with a few friends.
"Dad, he seems to be very enthusiastic?"
Meng Meng looked up and looked at Zhang Han.
"Well, it's a comparison..... interesting people."
Zhang Han smiled.
That Zhu Shi, is a master of heaven, but he said that he is a land, is this to play pigs and eat tigers?
But this is also the norm.
"The good-looking skin is the same, the interesting soul is one of the best, and it seems that he is also a one-of-a-kind person."
Meng Meng said with a sigh.
"How many words did you learn from that?" Zhang Han was a bit strange.
"The book has its own gold house."
"So many books are not white."
Zhang Han smiled and walked forward with Meng Meng and Zi Yan. About three minutes, he came to the top of the mountain.
The voice is full of people.
"so many people?"
Seven or eight hundred people gathered in this hill, and it looked very dense and very lively.
"It’s just a minority." Zhang Han replied: "The vast Chinese country, basically every place will have warriors, but unless it is the kind of terrible war, it will be able to tens of thousands of people to come to watch the battle, like ordinary small fights, There are not many people, and there are many local warriors."
Although Zhang Han’s voice is low, there are still a small number of people nearby who have heard it.

Small fights?

Someone laughs and doesn't speak.
In their view, saying this at this time is tantamount to indicating the degree of ignorance.
Finally, some people are indifferent to the eye, a man in his early thirties:
"The words can not be said indiscriminately. There are also nearly a thousand people present. They come from Tiannanhaibei. If the battle between Fenglangwang and Zhenwuzong Qiaosen is a small fight, what kind of battle can be considered a big scene? This person has to have Knowledge, and self-knowledge."
The sharp-faced middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Han, especially his calm tone.
At this point, I couldn't help but ridicule the voice: "It is a small fight to say that people are fighting, and they are coming over to watch. Isn't this a scorpion?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Suddenly, this group of people has a little laughter.
On the other side, someone recognized the man who spoke and whispered:
"Isn't that the history of Shi Haoran? I heard that he has just been in contact with the martial arts for more than two years. Now he is a master of the ranks, and he is ranked in the top three of historians, and the Megatron side."
"Your news was wrong. A week ago, Shi Haoran had already broken through the master of the heavens, Megatron Province, and the famous monks. Now some of them are rich in the family. Whoever sees him is disrespectful and called a history. Grandmaster?"
When these two sentences are exported, the acquaintances around can't help but the cold:
"It turned out to be Shi Haoran, and he came to watch the war."
"This is the wind and cloud meeting, Shi Haoran breaks through the heavens, and has some insights. Watching the battle between the Wind Wave King and Jonson will benefit a lot."
"..."
Meng Meng also heard their arguments, seeing this kind of guilt, there is a slight tension in my heart.
She does not know how much these warriors are in front of them.
Especially the middle-aged man who spoke, his face was arrogant, like a big man who couldn't climb. Some people flattered him, and he seemed to take care of him.
Purple Brows slightly picks:
"We just commented on what we said is ours, and it can make you sneer, the strength is not good, the temper is not small."
If only one side or two taunts are sneered at the side, Zi Yan will not speak, but this person, with a look of pride, said over there what to do as a plaque.
The baby girl was not happy at the time.
"You are talking to me?"
Shi Haoran seems to be somewhat unbelievable, pointing himself with his right finger, and his face has also sunk.
"Mom, he is not only spleen, but also ugly, spicy eyes."
Meng Meng’s innocent voice makes Shi Haoran surprisingly angry.
Zhang Han, it is a sad expression.
In these few seconds, I thought a lot.
Since you have a glimpse of the martial arts world, it will definitely be accompanied by some real faces.
It’s not just that there is chivalrous guilt, there is cold blood and ruthlessness, there are many things.
And this person in front of me...
A slap in the face?
Will it be too to scare Meng Meng?
She is only 11 years old now, and slowly understand the martial arts world.
Or else a finger to death? Or kill the soul directly.
Shi Haoran never imagined that the man who did not speak in front of him was wondering how to take his life!
The master is not to be humiliated.
This is like some distant words from the current martial arts world.
Many people know that they will insult the martial arts masters, but others will kill.
Today's Zhang Han is many times stronger than the martial arts master.
"You two..."
Shi Haoran looked at Zi Yan and Meng Meng, his brow furrowed, his face was not happy and full of majesty, just talking.
"Shi Haoran, are you bullying my friend?"
A strange laugh suddenly came from the side.
It is Zhu gray.
He walked with four friends striding, and the depths of the pupils were filled with war!
He wants to take Shi Haoran Li Wei?
"Zhu ash? How can you have you?"
Shi Haoran's face was so heavy: "Don't think that you can't move you against the mountain."
"Yes? You want to try?"
Going to the front, Zhu Shi nodded to Zhang Han and looked at Shi Haoran. Shen Sheng said: "It is better to interrupt your legs before the Lord comes."
"Ha ha ha, Zhu Shi, I have been watching you for a long time, you have sent it to the door, and you are looking for a rough excuse, what friends are not friends, three ordinary people, can you be your friend?"
"They crossed the river and they were also insiders. Why can't they be my friends?" Zhu gray sneered.
"Ha ha ha..."
This sentence has attracted the laughter of a few people nearby.
"A trip to the river, may be a rookie who first entered the martial arts, Zhu ash, you have to find an excuse, trouble is also more serious, or you want to fight with Haoran, just say, my ancestors, this is the pleasure and enmity Since I can't look good, I can fight directly. I have to use a few unrelated small shrimps as an excuse. It really makes me look good."
A man behind Zhu was sneer.
"they are,"
Zhu Gray wants to say the last sentence: They are martial arts family.
No matter what you cross the river, the little girl said that some relatives are warriors, obviously a family.
But he knows that even if it is said, it is better to sneer at some people.
"That's a fight."
He licked his mouth and was ready to go.
At this time, Meng Meng held Zhang Han's palm tightly and whispered:
"Dad, is he helping us?"
Although the sound is low, but the presence is a military, some people in the vicinity can hear clearly, and their eyes look at the past.
With a little boy who is about ten years old, it must be a long-term experience, a glimpse of the storm king and Jonson.
Now it is the center of this little whirlpool. To blame the man, I don’t know what’s going on behind it. I’m watching this battle, and I’m talking about it. I really think that someone at the venue is a good temper? Not to mention that Shi Haoran and An He still have a relationship.
There is no change in his gaze, and he is watching the excitement.
But who thought, Zhu ash they have not yet played, the man is arrogant, I saw him patted the little girl's arm next to him, and helped her to put the cap straight, while faintly said:
"Daughter, there is a saying in the martial arts world that the master can't be humiliated, because provokes the martial arts master, he may lose his life,"
"what?"
Meng Meng eyes magnified, some unacceptable.
"Dad, I don't want to see, I am afraid of blood, let's go?"
Meng Meng grabbed Zhang Han's hand and tightened tightly.
Purple licked his lips: "Would you like..."
"No need to."
Zhang Han shook his head and said no one else: "This is the beginning. There must always be a day of acceptance, because this is the real world."
After a conversation, the people around Zhu Shi, Shi Haoran and so on were somewhat puzzled.
What is this doing?
But they have noticed that Zhang Han’s right hand is slowly rising, facing Shi Haoran.
"Ok?"
Shi Haoran’s eyes flashed.