"Murder?" Chen Ziyang was stunned, and Jin Yubing, Lin Yazhi and Sun Feiyan were also stunned.

Although they still know very little about Park Young-hoon's past, are there still people hitting the gun these days?

"Is this the legendary duel?" Sun Feiyan was scared by Chen Ziyang and muttered in a low voice.

"There are few living gods like Master Park. Who is so ignorant of life or death?" Lin Yazhi also agreed.

In order to fulfill this transaction with Chen Ziyang, Sun Feiyan and Lin Yazhi specially learned quick Korean for two months. There was no problem with daily communication, but Zhang Chehe still heard the strong Chinese accent of the spoken language of the two women.

"A Chinese clown jumping clown." Zhang Chehe said with a smile.

"Chinese people?" Lin Yazhi and Sun Feiyan were stunned for a moment, and were ashamed of shame, and felt slander in their hearts.

Which Chinese man was so ignorant of life and death that he had run to someone else's territory to die?

They also messed with the Chinese, who were both Chinese, and were embarrassed in front of Chen Ziyang!

But this time they were wrong.

Chen Ziyang's heart was inflamed. Today, he could see the Chinese people with his own eyes and strengthen the national prestige of their peninsula, and tonight he could also have two Chinese beauties. This mood actually stimulated Chen Ziyang to want to have Lin Yazhi and Sun Feiyan in the evening.

In Chen Ziyang's opinion, today, let alone a Chinese country came to find a boxing saint to die, Meng country, Sakura country, Yue country, and Asian countries came to pay their respects to the boxing saint and ask about martial arts. He was too lazy to ask who the dead person was.

"Grandpa Zhang, what about my grandpa and others? The Fist Saint comes out of seclusion, so our Chen family should express their feelings." Chen Ziyang looked at Zhang Chehe and said respectfully.

Zhang Chehe raised his hand and pointed to the other side: "Your grandpa is there. Today, not only your grandpa is here, but also the presidents of the Li family, Zheng family and Che family are here."

"Ah? Are you all here?"

Chen Ziyang looked in the direction pointed by Zhang Chehe. Sure enough, several large pleasure boats were docked early on the edge of Hanjiang Bay. When he thought that his grandfather might be on a certain pleasure boat, Chen Ziyang was so scared that he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

According to the facilities standards of Hanjiang Park, only a pleasure boat is the best tool for traveling.

The boat not only has a larger hull and is quaint, but also has several young tea and piano masters on each boat. Only by sitting on that boat can you appreciate the scenery of the Han River.

However, on the fourth day of the first lunar month, only a dozen pleasure boats in Hanjiang Park were booked by the top ten chaebols on the peninsula. When Chen Ziyang found out that his grandfather and father were likely to be on the other side, he instantly calmed down a lot.

At the same time, in the Zheng family's pleasure boat, there was a beautiful woman who was several times more beautiful than Lin Yazhi and Sun Feiyan. She was anxious and unique in the pleasure boat. Her ears turned a deaf ear to the beautiful piano rhythm in the pleasure boat. It was Wang Yan'er.

Today is the day when Shen Qiye and Park Young-heung fight to the death, so how can she sit down?

Wang Yan'er walked for an hour, sometimes looking at the east side of the pleasure boat, sometimes looking at the west side of the pleasure boat, but she could not see any trace of Shen Qiye. She was already anxious and became more anxious.

She waved her hand, and the beautiful woman with sweet appearance and wearing traditional peninsula clothes obediently hugged the guqin and retreated.

Today, the Zheng family sent three representatives to watch the battle. One of them was naturally the contemporary head of the Zheng family on the Peninsula, Zheng Guohao. An old man stood beside him.

"Uncle, do you think Chen Qiye can win?" Wang Yan'er asked at Zheng Guohao.

Zheng Guohao took it for granted and wanted to shake his head. He grew up listening to Park Young-heung's heroic deeds. How could the Hall Fist Saint lose?

But Zheng Guohao thought of the scene of the world's business circles rushing to stand on the first day of the Li family on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and swallowed the words to his mouth again.

Zheng Guohao did not directly answer Wang Yan'er, but looked at the old man behind him with inquiring eyes: "Master Jiang, what do you think about Chen Qiye fighting Park Yingxiong today?"

This martial arts master named Jiang is like Zhang Chehe, the door god of the Zheng family, and is also the top ten martial arts masters on the peninsula.

There are definitely experts in martial arts. Zheng Guohao thinks that he is more convincing than himself.

"Chen Qiye is indeed a martial arts genius. In a row, the three strong men at the peak of the divine realm have an unlimited future. If it is before New Year's Eve and before the boxing saint breaks through Tongxuan, Chen Qiye's battle with the boxing saint will probably be 55, but..."

Wang Yan'er was already anxious, and she was in a state of great concern when she heard Master Jiang talk nonsense here, and hurriedly interrupted: "Grandpa Jiang, just say that today, what is the probability of winning the battle between Chen Qiye and Park Yingxiong today?"

Master Jiang shook his head and gave an answer that Zheng Guohao didn't believe.

"Ten deaths are alive!"

Zheng Guohao sat up from the Eight Immortals table and said anxiously: "How is this possible? Isn't Chen Qiye half a step to Tongxuan? Isn't he even a little chance of winning?"

Zheng Guohao also wanted to take advantage of the relationship between Wang Yan'er and Chen Qiye to make a big reshuffle among the top ten chaebols and completely pull the Li family down as the first chaebol on the peninsula.
Chapter completed!