Making Great Fortune Overnight

"You think I can't beat Xiaoquan Wuzheng?"    

"President, that's definitely not what you mean. The problem is that you are the president, so you don't need to fight these rats."    

Lu Bao smiled tactfully and said, "You are a person of status. No one can challenge you. You can all fight."    

Changzi Chong also immediately thought of something. "Yes, what is he? If he can't say whatever he wants, how can you give him the initiative?!"    

"This wolf, Little Spring, challenges Brother Lang. Brother Lang challenges his subordinates every day. For example, Yeyuan Meiya and the others. When the time comes, there will be more and more people. Let's see how he can get off the stage!"    

"I'll make a list of the Ghost Doctor Sect right now. Our Martial Arts Alliance has gone all out to challenge him. Unfortunately, he won't be defeated."    

"At least he will be angry that one of them is half-dead, won't he?!"    

Soong Xiaoyu also added, "Chairman, you just took over the position. You should make the Martial Arts Alliance a good place first, then we can fight against the outside world. After all, we're young, and if we're good, we can exhaust that little dog to death, right?"    

"Yes, let's endure for a while and calm down." Everyone agreed.    

It seemed like everyone's opinions were slowly getting the same.    

"President, you are now fighting with Spring. Our chances of winning are slightly lower. But our advantage is that we are young. When the time comes, we can definitely beat the Ghost Doctor Sect to the ground." Leopard Lu's gaze was rather distant, and he wanted to conceal his strength and bide his time.    

Zhong Xueshan also joined in. "Chairman, Xiaoquan Wuzheng has been famous for a few decades. The depth of his skill cannot be predicted by ordinary people. You should be more careful. He knows that you are rising too quickly now. If he wants to kill you when he is about to reach the top, it is best that we don't take this as a good idea. "    

"Right, right, right. We can't let our anger ruin Chiaki's great cause. "    

"We practice martial arts to strengthen our bodies, so there's no need for us to fight and kill all day long. It's not like we're in our sphere of influence, so there's no need to lower ourselves to his level."    

...    

After everyone analyzed Little Spring's combat strength, they all felt that a martial arts authority was fighting with a young idol. It seemed like the Yanjing Martial Art Alliance had suffered some losses.    

To put it bluntly, they felt that the strength of the Yanjing Martial Art Alliance couldn't be compared with the Ghost Doctor Sect, so they were still worried about Qin Lang.    

"President, please think about it!"    

Everyone said in unison.    

Qin Lang only thought for two seconds before he stood up and looked at everyone.    

"Everyone is thinking too much."    

"If you want to fight, then fight!"    

"Qian Yuan, write these words down and give them to the Ghost Doctor Sect!"    

Everyone's eyes instantly froze, and they looked at Qin Lang's determined face. The flames in their hearts burned fiercely, and they felt as if their blood was boiling!    

"Brother Qin, your temperament is too similar to mine! I, Leng Qianqiu, am the first to agree!" Leng Qianqiu slammed the table excitedly.    

Leng Qianqiu hadn't said anything just now. He was wondering why the young people nowadays were so cowardly. He felt very unhappy in his heart. Now that Qin Lang had said it, his face suddenly lit up. He felt that Qin Lang was his best friend.    

"I don't agree with what Xiao Yu thinks. I swear to follow Chairman Qin and support Chairman Qin's decision unconditionally!" Soong Xiaoyu's father, Soong Shiyun, sat up straight and expressed his firm support.    

Soong Shiyun had witnessed the shocking scene of Qin Lang killing the Transforming Stage Grandmaster, Uncle Zhi. He had endless admiration and trust for Qin Lang, so he had a completely different view from Soong Xiaoyu.    

"If you want to fight, then fight!"    

"Yes! If you want to fight, then fight!"    

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Everyone was infected by Qin Lang, and they let out the roars of the Chinese Martial World in their chests.    

"Please rest assured, everyone." Qin Lang's tone was full of confidence. "There is no one that I can't defeat. There are only enemies that I don't like."    

"Wow..."    

The second generation were all dumbfounded.    

Was there anything more infuriating than this?    

Was there anyone more powerful than this bold statement?    

Isn't it supposed to be like this when you're young?    

Everyone couldn't help but look at Qin Lang with praise, support, and confidence.    

"Xiaoquan Wuzheng has already stepped on our Yanjing Martial Art Alliance's head. How can we not attack him?"    

"If we don't make a move, all of us will be cowards in the future!"    

"The Martial Arts Alliance in my hands will definitely not be like this. They will definitely not allow the flag of victory to fly above my head."    

"Pass on my order. Send the strategy to Little Spring immediately!" Qin Lang suddenly stood up, his eyes shining brightly.    

The moment this declaration of war was sent out, there was a huge reaction from all the martial artists.    

Most of them didn't know that Chairman Qin was the legendary Great Master Qin. They all thought that Qin Lang, who was supported by the Zhong Family with the help of the Soong Family, had gone crazy.    

He was just a young man who didn't know anything. He was just hitting a rock with an egg.    

Even the mighty Great Master Qin wouldn't dare to be so domineering.    

Because Xiaoquan Wuzheng was not an ordinary martial artist, but a master level figure who had spread rumors about the world.    

Back then, when Xiaoquan Wuzheng was thirty-eight years old, he had a duel with Zhan Wuya from the Huaqing Gang. In the end, he used his sword to break Zhan Wuya's sleeve. Zhan Wuya was convinced, and from then on, he had fled far away from the Arctic Land of North America. Only then did he learn some extraordinary skills.    

However, the two ambitious and ambitious men had never met again, and they had never heard of Zhan Wuya continuing to challenge Xiaoquan Wuzheng. Perhaps it was because he had died before he had the chance to spar with Little Spring.    

Therefore, even if Great Master Qin came, he might not be able to defeat Little Spring, who was improving day by day.    

Let alone this twenty-something-year-old Qin Lang.    

Although many people said that Qin Lang was Great Master Qin, not many people believed it. Because, Great Master Qin was really too magical. After a period of time, many people thought that it was a special effect and props. It was just a dream created by the people of Huaxia.    

Therefore, many people thought that Qin Lang was courting death. He didn't know what was good for him and didn't care about what was good for him.    

He did not know his own limits and did not know what was good for him. He was arrogant and ignorant, and his hat was full of mockery.    

Qin Lang, who was in the vortex, wasn't completely unworried. His mood was a little serious this time.    

He could only win this battle, not lose. This was because he wasn't fighting for himself, but represented a group of people, a group of people who were unwilling to be humiliated and didn't dare to kneel down.    

Therefore, during the full moon of late night, Qin Lang was cultivating, cultivating the essence of the martial arts of the Thousand Year Old Ancestor of Moon Inviting Palace.    

He believed that no matter how terrifying the opponent was, the thousand years of martial arts in Huaxia could resolve all conflicts.    

When the moon was full, there was the spiritual energy emitted by the moon in the world. He often sat on the top of a mountain in Yanjing City, cultivating and absorbing the inexhaustible spiritual energy.    

Qin Lang had already drawn a martial art pattern in the forbidden area of Moon Inviting Palace. He had also memorized the heart refining method on a tombstone.    

The function of alchemy was to increase combat strength, increase absorption of spiritual energy, and even produce spiritual energy. It was twice as efficient as cultivating in the moon.