"But teacher, we don't know his whereabouts yet, how can we find him?" Suzumiya Yingyue asked doubtfully.

Wangyuehe waved his hand: "Why do we need to look for him?"

"He calls himself the Lord of Jiangdong, doesn't he? I have my own way to make him come to us!"

Wangyuehe chuckled, and his low words slowly swept across the world.

No one knows what Wangyuehe is thinking at this time.

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The next day.

When the first ray of morning light illuminates the earth, a new day has arrived.

Jianghai, international airport.

A transoceanic flight has just landed.

Among the noisy crowd, an old man in a suit, wearing sunglasses, and a proud look between his brows, walked proudly.

Behind him, there were two young men, a man and a woman, each calling him master.

"Haha~"

"Master, you are worthy of being the president of our Jiangdong Martial Arts Association. Your speech at the International Martial Arts Exchange Conference this time was brilliant in explaining things in simple terms."

"Master, just wait. I will ask the major media to report it tomorrow. By then, the number of students who come to our extreme martial arts gyms to save their lives will increase dramatically."

The man and woman behind him kept complimenting each other.

The old man smiled and said nothing, but the pride and pride between his eyebrows were particularly clear.

However, just as they walked out of the airport, the wind suddenly picked up around them.

"Um?"

The old man's steps forward suddenly stopped.

"Master, why don't you leave?"

Behind him, the doubtful voices of his two disciples came.

The old man remained silent and just stood there.

The face was solemn, and a pair of cold eyes stared straight ahead with seriousness and solemnity.

After a long time, the old man's red lips trembled and he pointed forward as if looking at a ghost: "Are you... the Japanese sword god?"

Facing the old man's fear, the figure in front just smiled coldly.

"I didn't expect that after thirty years, someone would still remember me."

The words fell, and then there was only a bang.

An old body fell to the ground in an instant, and the earth was stained with red blood.

The figure in front of him quickly spread the news among the crowd.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Master..."

The two disciples at the back quickly ran over and looked at their dying master, crying.

But the old man gritted his teeth, with blood pouring out of his mouth, and said in a trembling and inaudible voice: "Quick...quick...quick, go...find Lei...Lei San

Master, tell them that Wang...Wangyue River is back."

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A few hours later.

Aotian Martial Arts School is affiliated to the Chen Group.

In front of the door, there are flowers and colorful flowers, and the door is full of guests.

The brand new red carpet stretches for hundreds of meters.

There is a fiery festive atmosphere all around.

Today is the fifth anniversary celebration of the establishment of Aotian Martial Arts Gym. Wu Qingguang, the owner of the martial arts gym, invited dignitaries from all over the world to participate in the celebration.

It's naturally very lively.

"Haha~"

"Master Wu Qing, congratulations."

"You are worthy of being a well-known martial arts master in our country and a contemporary descendant of the Wing Chun lineage. Ever since you became the owner of this Aotian martial arts gym, the martial arts gym's business has been booming."

"I'm afraid there must be thousands of students who have been taught by these professors over the years, right?"

"I guess it won't be long before the president of the Jiangdong Martial Arts Association will be the master of the Martial Arts Hall."

Everyone complimented him one after another.

Bang~

However, at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came.

Immediately afterwards, the stone sculpture at the entrance of the martial arts hall was instantly shattered.
Chapter completed!