Things had gotten out of hand!
The organizers were also alarmed!
The vice president of China's National Martial Arts Association, the current leader of the Huashan Sect, and one of the five grandmasters of the Chinese martial arts world, Chen Xi, led a large group of people rushing over. In the group were the deputy sect leader of the Kongtong Sect, a sect leader of the Iron Palm branch, an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple, and an expert from the Wudang Sect. Without exception, all of them were well-known figures in the current Chinese martial arts world. They were also the backbone of their respective sects, or even the top combatants. However, Grandmaster Zhou Tianpeng of the Zhou Family Style School was nowhere to be seen. He was probably in seclusion, preparing for tomorrow's Tianshan Martial Arts Conference!
When this group of people rushed to the entrance of the restaurant, they were stunned by the scene in front of them!
Liu Yizhang had his hands clamped down on a Zhou Family Style School disciple. His brother, Liu Yizhang, was currently hammering the Zhou Family Style School disciple's body!
He Badao and a Kongtong Sect disciple were rolling on the ground, exchanging punches and kicks!
Li Quanneng and Yan Hui had gathered four to five people. Each of them was holding a table leg that had been removed from god knows where and were chasing and beating the two disciples of the big sects, smashing them randomly!
"Kill!"
"Senior Brother, save me!"
"Hold on! Hang in there! "
"Kill these loose cultivators!"
"Kill them all!"
The battle between Zhang Ye and that Kunlun Daoist priest was the most worth mentioning.
Zhang Ye raised his brick. "Watch my Huashan Swordplay!"
The Huashan Sect leader, Chen Xi, fainted on the spot!
The Kunlun Daoist dodged. "Eat my Iron Palm!" He squatted down and swept his leg across!
The Eldest Martial Brother of the previous generation of the Iron Palm Sect staggered!
"I'll hit your lower body!" The brick smashed towards the opponent's head!
"I'll attack you from the left!" The Kunlun Taoist priest punched towards the right!
"I'll puke all over your face!"
The Daoist priest shouted, "F * * k you!"
Zhang Ye: "Fuck your grandma!"
The Daoist priest said, "Are you crazy?"
"Do you have medicine?"
The Taoist asked, "How much do you want?"
"How many do you have?"
The Taoist priest said, "I have as many as you want!"
"I'll eat as much as you have!"
The Daoist priest said, "Are you crazy!?"
"You have medicine with you!"
After exchanging a few moves, the two of them ended up cursing each other and even spitting at each other!
When the organizers, the leaders of the Chinese martial arts world, and the martial arts sects saw this, they nearly vomited blood! What kind of f * cking people were invited to the Tianshan Conference today!?
The Daoist priest's Martial Uncle was the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect. He was also in the crowd. At this moment, he was looking at the sky, pretending not to see anything — he couldn't afford to lose face like this.
Chen Xi bellowed, "Stop it! All of you, stop! "
The people at the scene were already in a frenzy of fighting and shouting about killing. How could they still hear the words of others?
The senior monk of the Shaolin Temple was also stunned. Looking at the few bruised and swollen junior brothers who were fighting, he said loudly, "Junior Brother Jie Jiao? Junior Brother Jie Ru? Why did you guys attack as well? "
The monk, who was fighting with an expert from a small sect, shouted, "The small sect is going too far!"
The Shaolin eminent monk shouted, "Come back here quickly! Stop fighting! "
Another Shaolin monk who was in the middle of a fight was still furious. He said in an authentic Henan accent, "Senior Bro, why don't you step in! I'll definitely f * ck you bastard today! "
Their senior brothers: "…"
The Shaolin monks who had always refrained from anger were now cursing loudly!
Chen Xi said in shock, "W-What on earth happened?"
"I don't know!"
"Why did they start fighting?"
"Aiyo! What should we do? "
"This has never happened in the many years that the National Martial Arts Conference has been held!"
"This is bad, this is bad!"
"Did they start fighting because someone died?"
"That must be it!"
At this moment, the Zhou Family Style School's Fourth Bro Zhou finally broke out of the encirclement. He limped over with a bloody nose. "Senior Bro! Second Senior Bro! "
Second Bro Zhou was stunned. "Fourth Junior Bro? Quickly tell us what happened! "
Fourth Bro Zhou was close to tears, but it was unknown if it was because of the pain or anger. "Those non-affiliates complained that our jar of Nu 'er Hong was too expensive!"
Chen Xi said in shock, "And then?"
Second Bro Zhou's expression changed drastically. "And then you all killed someone?"
Fourth Bro Zhou vomited blood. "Then they started fighting!"
The eminent Shaolin monk rebuked, "But you still can't kill anyone!"
"Who did we kill!" Fourth Bro Zhou shouted.
The eminent Shaolin monk was taken aback. "No one died?"
Fourth Bro Zhou protested, "No!"
A leader of a small sect also said, "Then how did they end up fighting like this?"
Fourth Bro Zhou wiped the blood from his nose and said, "I'm also fucking puzzled! I only said a few words, telling them not to drink if they didn't have money, but they ended up fighting each other! They even shouted that they wanted to wipe out their entire sects! "
A deputy leader of the Kongtong Sect said dumbfoundedly, "Just because of a jar of wine? This is the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference, yet a few hundred of you fought to such an extent? "
Chen Xi: "…"
The eminent Shaolin monk: "…"
The Kunlun Sect leader: "…"
Everyone looked at each other and felt ashamed!
Chen Xi took a deep breath and circulated his dantian. "Stop it!"
When some people heard this, they looked over and were slightly taken aback. When they saw that their sect leaders, masters, and martial uncles had arrived, they quickly stopped what they were doing.
But some of the non-affiliates were still fighting!
Chen Xi's eyelids drooped. Suddenly, he raised his foot and stomped on the ground without using much strength. Then he heard a loud thud and the entire ground seemed to tremble. When he lifted his foot again, he could see a deep footprint on the concrete floor. It was very clear!
Concealed power!
This was what concealed power was!
Even among a hundred Chinese martial arts experts, only a few could master it!
"Stop it!" Chen Xi shouted.
This time, everyone stopped fighting at the same time!
Chen Xi did not listen to Fourth Bro Zhou's side of the story. Instead, he called over many of his Huashan Sect disciples and listened to them narrate the situation. However, the Huashan Sect was also a large sect and had joined in the battle against the small sects and non-affiliates. Naturally, they would not side with the non-affiliates!
The small sects and non-affiliates looked angry, but did not dare to say anything due to the authority of a grandmaster.
However, there was someone in the crowd who was not afraid of anything. At this moment, that young man in sunglasses "stepped forward" once again.
Zhang Ye moved a stool and stood on it, shouting, "Brothers, sisters, elders, fellow villagers, the large sects are trying to invert right and wrong. How can we tolerate this?"
With someone taking the lead, everyone who had been fighting shoulder to shoulder also joined in.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
There were men and women. Several hundred voices raised their hands and shouted!
Zhang Ye shouted, "Who was the one who tried to scam us of our hard-earned money just now!"
"The Zhou Family!"
"The Zhou Family!"
"The Zhou Family!"
Zhang Ye shouted again, "Who was the one who started it?"
"The Kongtong Sect!"
"The Kongtong Sect!"
"The Kongtong Sect!"
Zhang Ye shouted, "We were scammed of our money and now we're being attacked by the large sects. How can we take this lying down?"
"Definitely not!"
"Definitely not!"
"Definitely not!"
With so many people from the small sects and non-affiliates, their morale was immediately boosted!
In the crowd of the organizers, when they heard this, some of the leaders and leaders of the small sects also looked angry. Unknowingly, they had already started walking over to their own disciples and were standing over there.
A leader of a small sect suppressed his anger and said, "Was it the Kongtong Sect who started it?"
The deputy leader of the Kongtong Sect said, "About that …" He looked at his disciples.
Several of the Kongtong Sect's disciples were going crazy!
"Master, we really didn't!"
"It wasn't us!"
"Senior Bro only helped that person!"
Helped? That was still considered a fight!
Chen Xi frowned and looked at the Kongtong Sect disciples.
The senior bro of the Kongtong Sect disciple nearly knelt down. "I-I was just trying to mediate!"
At this moment, the young man in sunglasses who was standing on the higher ground shouted again, "A jar of Nu 'er Hong that costs 2,000 yuan? Are you people brewed with gold? "
Yan Hui shouted, "Are you people brewed with gold?"
Liu Yiquan roared, "Are you people brewed with gold?"
A junior sister from a small sect asked, "Are you guys made of gold?"
Zhang Ye shouted, "Hand over the assailant!"
"Hand over the assailant!"
"Hand over the assailant!"
Everyone shouted in unison!
Zhang Ye shouted again, "Hand over the culprit who brewed the wine!"
"Hand over the culprit!"
"Hand over the culprit!"
Everyone shouted again!
Zhang Ye shouted thrice, "Compensate us for our losses! Pay for our medical fees! Otherwise, I will not let this matter rest! "
"I swear I won't give up!"
"I swear I won't give up!"
"I swear I won't give up!"
The more they shouted, the louder they became!
The higher-ups of the National Martial Arts Association immediately felt a headache coming on. If it was just one or two of them, it would still be manageable. But now that there were several hundred of them causing trouble together, they wouldn't be able to handle it. Although most of the higher-ups were from the large sects, there were still countless experts and capable people from the smaller sects. The grassroots members of the National Martial Arts Association were all filled up by them, so if this matter was not handled well, the National Martial Arts Association would really be thrown into chaos!
Several of the National Martial Arts Association's higher-ups were getting a little flustered. "What the hell is this! There had never been such a situation in the past National Martial Arts Conferences! What's going on this year? "
Chenchen had sharp ears and heard their complaints. She chuckled to herself. Everything was fine in the past because Zhang Ye was not here. If Zhang Ye were here, they would have gotten into trouble long ago!
But Fourth Bro Zhou said angrily, "You guys still want compensation?"
The Kongtong Sect disciples who were injured also said, "You guys are the ones who are complaining first!"
This matter was not going to be easy to handle. Both sides seemed to have their own excuses, but it was clear that the non-affiliates and the small sects were the ones who were more vocal!
Finally, the National Martial Arts Association sent someone to negotiate. He was a steward of the National Martial Arts Association and was also one of the representatives from the large sects. He was from the Huashan Sect and his senior brother was Chen Xi.
This person was called Fan Wen.
The Huashan Sect's Fan Wen took a step forward. "Both sides are responsible for this matter. It takes two hands to clap, so let's call it a day. Everyone, please take a step back and give the National Martial Arts Association some face!"
Zhang Ye said, "No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Everyone was already blindly following him!
Fan Wen's eyelids twitched. He looked at them and said, "2,000 yuan for Nu'er Hong might be a little expensive, but how about this? I'll make the call and waive everyone's meal fees for today. The National Martial Arts Association will also pay for the damaged items first, so there's no need for anyone to compensate. How about that?"
Zhang Ye said, "No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Fan Wen was speechless. He said loudly, "Then what kind of compensation do you all want?"
Zhang Ye roared, "Make the assailants apologize! Compensate us for our medical fees! 100,000 yuan per person! This is an ironclad demand! Not a cent less! We won't do it even if it's a cent less! "
"No way!"
"No way!"
"No way!"
"No way!"
100,000 yuan?
Not even a cent less??
Some of the large sects were going crazy with anger!
"Bullshit!"
"Shameless!"
The Huashan Sect's Fan Wen was also furious. "You guys are asking for too much! It's clear that you have no intention of negotiating at all! 100,000 yuan per person? Bullshit! It would be good enough if we compensate you with 1,000 yuan per person! "
Zhang Ye suddenly waved his hand. "… Deal!"
Fan Wen was stunned!
What?
Deal?
Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, Zhang Ye jumped down from his stool and said, "Everyone, disperse!"
The non-affiliates and people from the small sects immediately dispersed!
Leaving behind a group of people from the large sects and the upper echelons of the National Martial Arts Association with their eyes wide open!
Didn't you say not even a cent less?
Didn't you say not even a cent less?
Fuck your grandpa!
What happened to that ironclad demand of yours?
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