Apex War God Chapter 739: , wait and see!

Pang Deguang smiled awkwardly, "President Ning, Chen Ruoyu has some problems with his intelligence. However, his talent in martial arts is very high, far from being comparable to other disciples."

"Is there a problem with intelligence?"

Ning Jingcheng shook his head, "I don't think so, this child is just a simple person.

Old Pang, you are very good, you have taught such a good disciple.

Train him well, his future is limitless. "

"Yes, President!"

Pang Deguang looked excited and a little flattered.

It is a great honor to be praised by Ning Forbidden City.

Wu Zhenbang was a little displeased. He felt that Ning Jincheng seemed to be more optimistic about Chen Ruoyu, a fool, rather than his own son.

Wu Donghao is also very upset, feeling that a fool can't compare to himself at all.

"President Ning, Zhao Wenyuan from our Sucheng Wushu Association is also good. Although his cultivation is only in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, his dragon and tiger boxing has already reached the level of perfection!

Even in the face of warriors in the late Guiyuan realm, he can still be invincible! "

"President Ning, Zhang Xiaodong from the Eastern Lu Wu Association has an amazing understanding!

Originally, his cultivation base was only in the early stage of Yuanyuan Realm, but just a few days ago, his cultivation base entered the middle stage of Yuanyuan Realm in one fell swoop! "

At this time, the presidents of other martial arts associations began to introduce the young generation of their own martial arts associations.

Only a few martial arts association leaders did not follow suit.

Fu Gongcheng is one of them.

As the chairman of the Southern Fujian Wushu Association, he sent Li Tanggang.

Not long ago, after fighting against Fang Xun, Li Tanggang's cultivation level entered the late stage of Guiyuan Realm in one fell swoop.

"Good, good!"

Ning Jincheng smiled with satisfaction and replied: "I am very pleased to see so many young talents and talents in our Shenzhou Wushu Association!

I hope you can continue to work hard and lead our China Martial Arts Association to a higher level in the future! "

"Yes, President Ning!!"

A group of young disciples were inspired and confident.

"By the way, President Ning, who is the Fang Xun you're talking about?

Why do you say we have a better chance of winning when he comes? "

Wu Donghao asked casually.

Other young disciples who participated in this martial arts exchange conference also looked at Ning Jincheng in confusion.

Although Fang Xun is already the president of the South China Wushu Association, only the chairman of the 34th branch Wushu Association knows about it, and there are many Wushu Association disciples who don't know about it.

This is also because some presidents of the Wushu Association do not agree with Ning Forbidden City's decision, and feel that Ning Forbidden City's decision is a bit too arbitrary.

Why should a young boy be the president of the South China Wushu Association, and his status is second only to Ning Jincheng, higher than them?

Of course they're not convinced!

They originally planned to see Fang Xun's strength at the conference this time!

If Fang Xun is really strong, they will naturally have no opinion.

However, if Fang Xun is not as strong as Ning Jingcheng said, they will jointly sign a letter asking Ning Jingcheng to remove Fang Xun from his position.

Ning Jincheng looked at Wu Donghao and smiled lightly, "Fang Xun is the most talented and strongest disciple of the younger generation of our Shenzhou Wushu Association!

Also, he is four or five years younger than you, but his cultivation has already entered the late stage of the Vientiane Realm! "

"What?!"

Wu Donghao was taken aback, "The late stage of the Vientiane Realm? Still four or five years younger than me?!

It's impossible, absolutely impossible! "

"I also don't think it's possible. I have never seen anyone under the age of 30 who can have such a high level of cultivation!"

"Yes, there are more than 300,000 people in our Shenzhou Wushu Association, and there are only a handful of people who can step into the Vientiane Realm under the age of 30, let alone the late Vientiane Realm!"

"President Ning, I know you want to inspire us, but you can't make such a big joke!"

A group of young disciples shouted, especially the young disciples who were selected to participate in the conference this time, and their voices were even louder.

"I can prove what President Ning said!"

Li Tanggang walked out and exclaimed: "Brother Fang is the youngest genius I have ever seen!"

"That is, you haven't seen it before, that only proves that you have shallow knowledge, but it doesn't mean that there are no such people!"

Fu Qingzhu also stood up and answered.

"You are all from South China, so you will naturally speak to that kid, who knows if it's true!"

"That's right, if that kid is really that powerful, I'll kneel down on the spot for him!"

Zhao Wenyuan and Li Xiaodong all spoke out, expressing disbelief.

"Okay, let's stop fighting."

Ning Jingcheng raised his hand, "I originally planned to let Fang Xun come to this conference.

If he was there, our Shenzhou Wushu Association would definitely be the final winner of this martial arts exchange meeting with the Sakura National Wushu League.

Of course, my most important purpose is also to hope that after seeing Fang Xun's battle, you will be able to comprehend it, which will also help you in your future martial arts practice.

Unfortunately, he was injured a few days ago and is recovering, so I'm afraid he won't be able to come this time.

However, it doesn't matter, you will have a chance to see him later. "

"Hey, what can't come, I think it's just a guilty conscience, I'm afraid of revealing the secret!"

"I'm only in my twenties, and my cultivation has entered the late stage of the Vientiane Realm. I don't believe it if I kill him!"

A group of young disciples whispered, even though Ning Jingcheng said so, but they still didn't believe it.

This is an exaggeration.

If there really is such a person, wouldn't it be a heaven-defying existence?

"President Ning, long time no see!"

At this moment, a strong voice came over.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a large group of people walking over.

The group, all dressed in black and gray kimonos, had stern faces and domineering looks.

Walking at the front was a tall and slender man in a white kimono, with long gray-white hair, an average appearance, a red face, but a sharp-eyed old man.

This old man is the pillar of the Miyamoto family today, the inheritor of the second sword style, and Miyamoto Zangji, one of the four major swordsmen of the Sakura Kingdom.

This group of people is the Sakura National Wumeng League delegation.

"Hehe, Mr. Miyamoto, stay safe!"

Ning Jingcheng walked over with the people from the Shenzhou Wushu Association.

Miyamoto Zangji glanced at Wu Donghao and others, raised his hand slightly, "I think these are the young heroes who participated in today's conference, right?"

"That's right."

Ning Jincheng nodded.

Miyamoto Zangji smiled, "May I ask what President Ning thinks of this conference?"

"Friendly communication, friendship first, competition second."

Ning Jincheng smiled lightly, and then said: "Of course, the final winner of this conference must be our Shenzhou Wushu Association."

"Oh?"

Miyamoto Zang's eyes narrowed, "President Ning is so confident?"

"Of course."

Ning Jincheng nodded lightly, "I believe that the young disciples of our Shenzhou Wushu Association will not disappoint me."

Miyamoto Zangji nodded slightly, "President Ning, sometimes don't talk too much.

Although our Sakura National Wushu League does not have as many people as the Shenzhou Wushu Association, we have also produced many talents in recent years.

We failed once a few years ago, but this year, we will not fail again. "

"Let's wait and see!"

Ning Forbidden City is light and authentic.

"Okay, then wait and see!"

Miyamoto Zang Erlang laughed, and then walked towards the base with the members of the Sakura National Martial Arts League.

It's just that before entering the base, the young disciples of the Sakura National Martial Arts League stretched out their little fingers and gestured, their faces full of disdain and irony...