Apex War God Chapter 740: , there are many geniuses!

"What do they mean? Are they looking down on people?"

"Treaders, make sure to make them look good later!"

"A group of defeated generals dare to provoke us, I don't know how high the sky is!"

The young disciples such as Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Xiaodong were indignant and very upset.

Ning Jingcheng frowned and said solemnly: "It seems that this year's conference, I'm afraid we will lose..."

"Ah?! Losing?!"

Zhao Wenyuan's face changed, "President Ning, how can you grow others' ambition and destroy your own prestige!"

"Yes, President Ning, with Brother Wu, how could we possibly lose!"

"That is to say, even if Brother Wu can't handle so many people, isn't there still a fool like Chen Ruoyu!"

"Hahaha..."

A group of young disciples burst into laughter when you said a word to me.

"Shut up with me!"

Wu Zhenbang roared and said angrily, "Do you know what kind of people you will face this year?

I just noticed that the ten young disciples sent by the Sakura National Martial Arts League this year are all above the Guiyuan Realm!

Furthermore, there are three people who have cultivated in the Vientiane Realm, one in the early Vientiane Realm and two in the middle Vientiane Realm! "

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Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

What are you kidding? !

Three Vientiane realms, one in the early stage of Vientiane realm, and two in the middle stage of Vientiane realm? !

You must know that among the more than 300,000 people in the Shenzhou Wushu Association, only Wu Donghao and Chen Ruoyu entered the Vientiane Realm under the age of 30!

Also, the two of them are only in the early stage of the Vientiane Realm!

How can this Nima fight? !

For a time, everyone present was full of sad faces, very worried and uneasy.

Ning Jingcheng sighed deeply, "It seems that after the last failure, the Sakura National Martial Arts Alliance has been ashamed and brave, and has even cultivated three masters of the Vientiane Realm under the age of 30.

It seems that in the past few years, the Sakura National Martial Arts League has really produced many geniuses..."

"President Ning, what should we do now? Should we just admit defeat?"

Guo Mengchuan asked quickly.

"Of course you can't admit defeat, even if you can't beat it!"

Ning Jingcheng looked solemn, glanced at the young disciples participating in the competition, and exclaimed: "Even if we really lose this conference, it will still be worth losing!

I hope you can let go of the battle, understand in the battle, find your own shortcomings, and correct them in the future! "

"Yes!!"

The crowd responded in unison.

"Let's go, enter the venue!"

Ning Jincheng waved his hand, and everyone walked into the base one after another.

However, Ning Forbidden City, Fu Gongcheng, Guo Mengchuan and others walked behind.

Fu Gongcheng frowned and said, "President Ning, a lot of media have come to this conference.

Especially the Sakura National Martial Arts League, there are also many media invited, ready to report the news of the conference.

If we lose this time, people in China and Sakura will know about it.

By then, the prestige of our Shenzhou Wushu Association will be greatly reduced.

Everyone's confidence will also be frustrated and hit..."

"Of course I know what happens if I fail."

Ning Jingcheng shook his head, "But, there's nothing we can do now.

This conference is a discussion among young people, and none of us can interfere. "

"Would you like to stop contacting Mr. Fang? If Mr. Fang can come, then we will definitely not lose!"

Fu Gongcheng proposed.

"Yes, now the situation is critical, we can only ask Mr. Fang for help!"

Qin Jiuxiao also quickly answered.

"Okay, I'll contact the Fang family again."

Ning Jincheng sighed, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After a few minutes, the call hangs up.

"President Ning, is Mr. Fang awake?"

Guo Mengchuan hurriedly asked.

"Not yet."

Ning Jingcheng shook his head, and then said: "If Fang Xun still can't come at the end, let Qingzhu play for the last spot.

Qingzhu's talent is not low, but he lacks actual combat experience.

Let her hone her skills at this conference. "

Fu Gongcheng nodded and looked at Fu Qingzhu, "Qingzhu, are you ready?"

"Dad, President Ning, I will definitely do my best!"

Fu Qingzhu looked resolute and authentic.

Afterwards, Ning Jincheng and his group walked into the base and came to a training ground inside the base.

This training ground covers an area at least the size of a football field.

On weekdays, this training ground is where the soldiers of Feng Yutang train.

Today, because we are going to hold a martial arts exchange conference, it is vacant, and there are stands around it.

At this moment, the stands were almost full, and many soldiers from Fengyutang also came to watch the game.

In addition to this, there is a lot of media coverage outside the training ground.

The entire venue had nearly 10,000 people and was very lively.

Ning Jincheng, Guo Mengchuan and others walked to the stand of the Shenzhou Wushu Association and sat down.

At this time, at the stand of the Sakura National Martial Arts League.

A young man in a black kimono, with a handsome face and long flowing hair, smiled proudly, "Grandpa, I originally planned to learn from the young powerhouses of the Shenzhou Wushu Association.

But now it seems that among their competitors, the strongest is only in the early stage of Vientiane Realm, which is really not challenging. "

This young man is Miyamoto Zangji's most beloved grandson, Miyamoto Kotake.

Among all the younger generations of the entire Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Yutake is undoubtedly the most outstanding being.

Miyamoto Zangji smiled slightly, "Good martial arts, even if victory is already in our bag, but until the end, you can't take it lightly."

"Don't worry, grandpa, leave it to me!"

Miyamoto Yoshitake waved his hand, full of confidence.

Miyamoto Zangji turned to look at a young man next to him.

The young man is wearing a gray kimono, has short hair, and has a tough face.

"Longma, what do you think of the young warriors participating in the Shenzhou Wushu Association?"

Miyamoto Zangji smiled warmly, and his posture was actually a little low.

This young man's name is Chiba Ryoma, the son of Beichen Yidao Liuliu.

Chiba Ryoma has outstanding talent and outstanding strength. At only twenty-five years old, his cultivation has already entered the middle stage of the Vientiane Realm. He is the most outstanding genius swordsman in the younger generation of the Sakura Kingdom.

As for the master of Beichen Yidao style, it is also the sword **** of the Sakura Kingdom, Chiba Shengping.

Chiba Katsuhei's status is much higher than Miyamoto Musashi, and his strength is much stronger.

If it wasn't for Chiba Katsupei's refusal, the position of the leader of the Sakura National Martial Arts League would not have fallen to Miyamoto Zang Er.

The Chiba Ryoma, who is a collection of thousands of glory, naturally doesn't look down on anyone.

Chiba Ryoma held a sword and replied, "My father always told me that China is a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and there are many strong young people.

But when I saw it today, I was disappointed. Therefore, I will prove to my father that whether in Sakura Country or in China, among the younger generation, I, Chiba Ryoma, are the strongest. "

"Have ambition!"

Miyamoto Zangji smiled, "Ryoma, I expect you to be famous in China!"

Chiba Ryoma nodded lightly, then closed his eyes, looking like he was old.

Miyamoto Zangji didn't say anything more, but took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

The content of the text message is very simple, only two words.

Action!

He personally led the team to Shenzhou this time, not only to participate in the martial arts exchange conference, but also to complete the task explained by the adult...