Ding Zhengyuan is useless to get angry now. Ding Honglei is his son and his eldest son. He signed it, just like Ding Zhengyuan signed it. So what if he tore up the contract he is in hand now?

Taking a deep breath, Ding Zhengyuan instantly straightened his waist because he thought of the same way as Ding Honglei, to be black and eat black.

No matter how strong Chen Qiye’s background is, no matter how powerful it is, I will beat you down first. In the eyes of people like Ding Zhengyuan, a big fist is a king, and no matter how advanced society is, a jungle wizard is a man. As long as you grab Chen Qiye in your hand first and then negotiate slowly with the background behind him, how could he know that Chen Qiye himself is the background.

What the Chai family fears is his own, but now the Chai family itself is a clay bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult for them to protect themselves. Who would care about the life and death of the Ding family?

"Please a Luohan!" Ding Zhengyuan suddenly turned around and shouted.

The Ding family's people looked overjoyed, and they turned around and shouted violently.

"Please take action!"

"Please take action!"

For a moment, dozens of people from the Ding family shouted throughout the sky. After shouting, they all looked respectful and bowed slightly, as if they were invited to the gods during the New Year and the holidays. The atmosphere was probably weird.

The people of the Chai family were also puzzled. Since Tang Yuanchen joined the Chai family, they have been half-selling in Anbei Province. Do they also have masters?

"What is the Ding family doing?"

"Didn't there be experts in the Ding family who have been enduring and are ready to give our Chai family a fatal blow?"

"This old fox Ding Zhengyuan is so vicious."

At this moment, a short black man slowly walked from the gate of Ding Jiahaoyuan, less than 1.7 meters tall, his arms were thick and drooping, and he jumped step by step, as if a roller skate was installed under his toes, and he went to Ding Zhengyuan.

"Head of Ding." The dwarf who was not tall, looked up at Ding Zhengyuan and said.

Ding Zhengyuan, a half-provincial rich man, bent down and clasped his fists, pointed at Chen Qiye and said, "Arhat, please take action once to shock the little girl."

"Okay." Luohan nodded, and then jumped a little and moved quickly towards Chen Qiye.

But it was precisely this movement that Tang Yuanchen gradually recognized the identity of the short man, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The super big boss and the half-provincial family, although there are over 10 billion families, the super big boss is the control of the gray side. Since Tang Yuanchen joined the Chai family, the gray side of hundreds of counties and cities around him have bowed to Chen Chen, which is the deterrence of a peerless master.

And a master suddenly appeared in the Ding family, obviously he had been planning for a long time.

When Chai Yunqian saw Tang Yuanchen as if he was facing a great enemy, she was confused. Could this man who was only over 1.6 meters tall and walked like a monkey, he would be a master?

"Uncle Tang, is this man really a master?" Chai Yunqian asked in a low voice.

"Very strong." Tang Yuanchen said clearly.

"Very strong?" Chai Yunqian wondered, aren't the masters all tall and fierce in their faces?

She thought that this black short man was like a jungle monkey, and he was jumping around while walking. Whose master is this?

But Tang Yuanchen said it, and it was hard for her to refute her as an outsider.

"Uncle Tang, is he better than you?" Chai Yunqian asked casually.

"Neither of me is his opponent." Tang Yuanchen stared at Heiqiu and said.

With a bang, Chai Yunqian almost staggered and sat on the ground. However, when she thought that the Chai family was still kneeling and apologizing to Chen Qiye, she immediately sat upright, but the storm in her heart was still there.

"The Ding family actually has a master who is more powerful than Uncle Tang, and they can't bear it. If Chen Qiye hadn't appeared today, our whole family would have been kept in the bones. Ding Zhengyuan was indeed an old fox!"

At this time, Heiqiu had already jumped to Chen Qiye's side and circled around him.

"Will you kneel down after seeing this arhat?" Hei Short smiled coldly. Experts all have the dignity of masters. In his opinion, Ding Zhengyuan asked him to attack Tang Yuanchen in a side attack, but his goal had been achieved, and he was unwilling to attack Chen Qiye.

However, the Ding family couldn't wait to jump out and introduced the identity of the black short man.

"Chen Qiye, you probably don't know how powerful Master Basong is. This is a master specially invited by our Ding family from another country."

"Our Ding family donated 100 million US dollars to build a temple before we invited Master Basong from a foreign country. Today, it is indeed a slaughter of killing chickens and slaughtering knives."

"Tang Yuanchen, you can find the gap yourself."

Ding Zhengyuan did not stop the Ding family's Haikou this time, because he asked Basong to personally attack Chen Qiye, not only shocked Chen Qiye's background, but also wanted the Chai family to see that their Ding family had masters, which just killed two birds with one stone, so that he would not find another opportunity.

But even Tang Yuanchen knew Basong's skills. How could Chen Qiye not know the origin of the short black man in front of him? He had met the six-armed arhat in the Eastern Sect. However, compared with Basong, Zhong Qiu was at most a fake arhat.

"Ancient Muay Thai, eight-armed Arhat!" Chen Qiye looked at Basong and said lightly.

Basong shook his head, but still couldn't be interested in Chen Qiye. He looked at Tang Yuanchen with great interest, thinking that he would be more interested in the master of national martial arts than an opponent of an unknown person.

"You have some knowledge. Since you already know my title, you should just use your own hands." Basong said.

"I give the same words to you." Chen Qiye looked at Basong and said.

Basong was stunned at first, and then he took action while laughing, without any unnecessary nonsense. He was too lazy to attack Chen Qiye, but he just felt bored, but since he was looking for death, he didn't mind Chen Qiye's hands being ruined with his own hands.

"Then I will let you know how powerful the Arhat is!"

Crackling!

boom!

Basong's archer was slightly raised, his toes were lightly hooked on the ground, and his whole body rushed out like a jaguar. What is an eight-armed Arhat? It was an attack in one second. He could reach eight times. When Song Zaikong had already swung two punches. The power of each punch exploded the air. The power was so great that it was not comparable to ordinary Sanda and Muay Thai.

He is preparing to end the battle within one second.

Chen Qiye also tapped under his feet, gently swept across the bluestone slab, avoiding his open face and attack. Only then did Basong re-recognize Chen Qiye.

At least with just one blow, even ordinary wild boars could not escape. Chen Qiye was no longer a nameless weapon in his heart, and he was qualified to let him know his name.

"Who are you?" Ba Song said with a frown.

"Thousand-handed Bodhisattva, Chen Qiye!" Chen Qiye said with a smile.

Basong was stunned, then furious, his eyes were scarlet, and his temples were raising their speed, as if they had a grudge against his father.

"Chinese people, you dare to insult my ancestors!" Basong said angrily.

Ancient Muay Thai is a treasure of other countries. It is a masterpiece of boxing that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. It can be called an arhat by swing eight times in a second, and a Bodhisattva by nine times in a second. However, this ancient killing technique has been passed down to the present. Eight-armed arhat by the human body, so where can there be a Bodhisattva?

Chen Qiye claimed to be a Bodhisattva, wouldn’t he be insulted and incompetent? I’m sorry for his ancestors?

"Master Ding Family, this person dares to insult my ancestors. Then I not only want his hands, but also pinch the bones of his body inch by inch. What do you think?" Basong took a deep breath, his chest bulged like a toad, his arms sag naturally, shaking like a big bell, obviously real fire!

Ding Zhengyuan frowned. Although he was a little afraid of Chen Qiye, he was even more afraid of Basong. How could the arhat he had finally invited from another country pass away because of a person who had no identity? He also wanted to borrow Basong and join the ranks of super elders.

"Okay." Ding Zhengyuan gritted his teeth and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Basong truly showed the supernatural powers of the eight-armed Arhat. Eight punches, elbows, knees, heads, hands, and feet in one second, were all tools of his killer. Even if there was a tiger opposite Basong, he would definitely be beaten down by him.

From the origin of Chen Qiye and Basong, a small tornado quickly rose. All the people watching the battle were dumbfounded and their chins were almost falling to the ground.

And the people on the Chai family actually had a sudden idea. Did they kneel too early? Perhaps Chen Qiye had no chance of survival.
Chapter completed!