380: C380 Personal Threats Arrogant Bars

C380 Personal Threats Arrogant Bars

"Who is this Girl?"

"Seems like a working People of the Jiang Family?"

"Isn't that too rude? Daring to speak to Zhang Yanghao in such a manner, aren't you too arrogant!?"

Seeing Shen Mange standing up and even spitting nonsense at Zhang Xuanhu, everyone was startled, causing an uproar.

Some of Zhang Yanghao's disciples were even more furious and berated sternly:

"Bullsh * t!" You have no respect for your elders, do you want to die!? "

"Little girl, do you find your life long?"

"Do you know, if your words were to spread outside, you would be torn to shreds by Elder Zhang's believers within minutes!"

"Little girl, you dare to speak to my grandpa like that? I think you are asking for a beating!"

Zhang Xuanhu pulled his Sleeve and approached Shen Mange, ready to give her a good beating.

Mo Zhengrong immediately pulled him back, and said to Shen Mange: "Young miss, do not be unreasonable!"

Zhang Yanghao turned his head to look at Shen Mange, and his eyes immediately became round, then looked at Jiang Tian who was beside him. His heart skipped a beat, and he was so shocked that he almost fainted.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he quickly walked in front of Jiang Tian, lifted up the hem of his robe and kneeled straight towards Jiang Tian, respectfully saying: "Disciple Zhang Yanghao greets Master! We pay our respects to Lady Man Ge! "

As if the believers had seen a god, his face was filled with shock and respect.

"Disciple Chen Jishi greets Master Jiang, Madam Man Ge!" Chen Jishi's face turned ashen, and immediately knelt down behind him.

"Hiss —!"

In an instant, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

It was as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight; their eyeballs were hanging out of their sockets.

How is that possible?

Zhang Yanghao, Taishan and Beidou of the Chinese Traditional Medicine's traditional Chinese medicine world, as well as a director of the Red Wall Imperial Physician Hall, as well as honorary titles such as Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine's academic General Adviser and Yangtze River scholars …

How exalted was her status?

How profound was his academic prowess?

Yet, at this moment, he was actually kowtowing to a twenty-something year old boy and calling him his master. This was simply too inconceivable.

"Benefactor … "What's going on?"

Everyone was confused and confused. They looked at Zhang Yanghao in shock, who was an absolute genius in Chinese medicine, respectfully kowtowed nine times to him.

"Stand up. However, you are not my disciple, so you are not worthy …"

Jiang Tian's face was at ease, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes indifferent as he asked.

Back then when he had set up an altar in the Shennong Sect, Zhang Yanghao, as an outer court elder, had also heard the lecture under the altar.

In just two short weeks, he was as if he was listening to a lecture from the Immortal. He was enlightened, and many mysteries and problems had been solved.

He was deeply grateful to Jiang Tian!

In his eyes, Jiang Tian was his teacher, and even a high and mighty Immortal.

But Jiang Tian did not think that way, he had chosen his disciples very strictly, only his Inherent Skill, character, loyalty and other conditions could be met.

If someone who had received some guidance from him was called his disciple, then he would have far too many disciples.

"Master Jiang …"

Just as Zhang Yanghao stood up and heard the latter half of the words, his body froze. He became anxious;

At this moment, he finally understood that Jiang Tian was the descendant of Jinling Jiang Family, the grandson of Jiang Changgeng.

He was so regretful that he couldn't even see Mt. Tai, he was blinded by hatred, and actually started to be rude to Jiang Changgeng. He was afraid that he would not be able to receive any more pointers from the Master Jiang in the future!

"Take a seat and continue the meeting!"

Seeing everyone's suspicious gazes, Shen Mange was too lazy to explain and immediately ordered coldly.

"Let Elder Jiang, Master Jiang, and Lady Man Ge sit at the head seat. Everyone, move out of the way!" Zhang Yanghao immediately gave way and said politely.

"That's right. Everyone, please leave!"

Although Mo Zhengrong felt that this was inconceivable, he had also realized that this "Master Jiang" was definitely a master, and promptly agreed.

"I'm fine sitting here, my ears are clean! Just open your doors! " Jiang Tian rejected him with a wave of his hand.

He had also heard their discussion just now, but it was nothing more than arguing based on logic, examining history, and proving that Chinese medicine was the source of Han Doctor. It seemed too naive, it was simply tickling the boots apart.

"We would like to ask Elder Jiang, Lady Man Ge and the Master Jiang to give us some pointers!" Zhang Yanghao said respectfully.

Jiang Tian lowered his head and played with his phone, ignoring him.

Jiang Changgeng also tactfully refused.

Zhang Yanghao had no choice but to sit down and suppress his uneasiness. He opened the document, organized his thoughts and prepared to say a few words.

Behind him, Zhang Xuanhu talked too much as she frowned and muttered to herself: "Grandfather, why did you kneel for him? A little brat! "

Zhang Yanghao turned around and slapped him in his ears, and berated angrily: "Ignorant brat! The Master Jiang is the Chief Reverend of the Shennong Sect, an unfathomable scholar. The medical skill reaches into the heavens, and the ghost spirit is unpredictable. Even Sect Leader Zuo Zimu had to call himself his disciple when he saw him, you still dare to spout nonsense! "

"Hiss —!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. A storm was brewing in their hearts.

Even the expression on his face had changed as he looked at Jiang Tian.

Shennong Sect!

What was that?

It was known as the source of traditional Chinese medicine (TCM).

The disciple of Shennong was like a living fossil.

A person with Shennong Sect could no longer be considered a traditional Chinese doctor. They were a doctor of cultivation, proficient in refining pills, drawing talismans, and praying for the death of others. They were like gods in heaven.

Zhang Yanghao was very capable, but he was only an outer court elder of the Shennong Sect.

But this person was actually the chief reverend, and was actually able to make the Shennong Sect Sect Leader call himself a disciple.

"Grandfather, you're not joking right …" Zhang Xuanhu covered his face, he was so shocked that he couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm joking? Bastard, why aren't you kneeling down! "

Zhang Yanghao was so angry that her face turned white, as she pointed at Zhang Xuanhu and shouted.

"Grandpa …" Zhang Xuanhu's face flushed red and pleaded.

He had already realized that what his grandfather had said should be true, and that in terms of seniority, he should kneel towards Jiang Tian.

However, Jiang Tian was still young, and was about the same age as him.

"Forget it, let's hold a meeting. Don't care about these details!" Jiang Tian smiled indifferently.

It was just a mere Ants that could crush them with a single palm. There was no point in arguing with them.

The meeting continued as usual.

But with Jiang Tian present, Zhang Yanghao was anxious and uneasy. Even though he had prepared the script, he still had his tongue tied up and sweat trickling down his forehead. He would occasionally look at Jiang Tian and look at his face.

After he finished speaking, everyone began to discuss ways to destroy Han Doctor's plans to apply for the world's intangible cultural heritage.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door as if someone was arguing. Then, the door to the meeting room was kicked open.

A group of over a dozen burly men dressed in black rushed in.

All of their faces were dark and ruthless, their eyes were cold, they were tall and strong, their arms were full of thorny dragons and painted tigers. They were clearly not kind people, and they surrounded everyone in an impenetrable manner.

"Who are you? How dare you barge into our meeting room? " Zhang Yanghao flew into a rage and slammed the table.

"I heard that you are terrorists from the China, with the intention of destroying the international medical Exchange, so we plan to kick you out!"

The person in the lead was about two meters tall. He had a full beard, long hair, and his hands were supporting on the conference table.

"Nonsense, we are having a normal academic exchange. Get out of here!"

Zhang Xuanhu pointed at the big size man's nose and bellowed.

"Oh, it's rare for me to see a Chinese with such backbone!"

The long-haired man laughed sinisterly, suddenly, he pinched Zhang Xuanhu's fingers and flicked them upwards.

Suddenly, Zhang Xuanhu screamed miserably. His fingers were bent in an abnormal curve, as he emitted a crisp sound of a bone breaking.

The was the best in the world, and he had come into contact with a few Martial arts figures s. Zhang Xuanhu had also been able to learn a few Martial Arts s. Although they were only at the early stage of the Iron Body, normal three to five strong men would not be able to get close to them.

After suffering a loss on his hands, he immediately struck out with his foot, and with a side kick, he viciously kicked towards the side of the braided man's waist.

"Trash!"

long-haired man met it with a kick.

Bang! His legs hit the ground.

Zhang Xuanhu was immediately sent flying like a rag doll, his leg was also broken. He laid on the ground, unable to even stand up, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Everyone was dumbstruck and panicked.

He never thought that South Korea would be so crazy, so arrogant, and directly attack him at his doorstep.

"Is there anyone else who dares to come up?"0

long-haired man looked as relaxed as if he had casually slapped an ant when he hit Zhang Xuanhu.

As he asked this, he jovially put his finger on the conference table.

"Chi!" With a sound, the conference table that was thicker than three centimeters was pierced through by his fingers like tofu.

For a moment, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They were all terrified, and sweat beaded on their foreheads.

They saved the dying and helped the wounded.

This man was clearly a expert, and was definitely not someone they could handle.

"Call the police?" Someone said.

"Call the police, it's useless!"

Someone shook his head, pointed to the door and said, "Did you see that? There are policemen outside the door. They have been colluding with each other for a long time now. Just wait for us to make a move and capture us! "

"In broad daylight, are there any laws that punish people for committing such atrocities? Is there any justice? "

Mo Zhengrong stood up, slammed the table and shouted angrily: "We are from the Chinese Traditional Medicine's Chinese Medicine Society, an official group protected by the law. We are here to participate in an academic exchange.

"Up to you!"

long-haired man laughed sinisterly, fearlessly saying: "Get the hell out of South Korea now, or else, every time I see you, you will be beaten so badly that you won't be able to take care of yourselves!"

Mo Zhengrong understood in an instant. His face was deathly pale, and his heart had swiftly sunk to the bottom of the valley.

If the China interfered and blocked their path, then their losses would be too great. This was something that many of the Han Doctor's vested interests did not want to see.

For a Korean medicine enterprise like the Daewoo Pharmaceutical Industry, the Market Value would have 200 billion won. It was normal for them to buy a few fearless criminals to come over to disturb the Chinese Traditional Medicine.

Even if you let the embassy protest, even after the legal action.

But they had already succeeded, and could be said to have exchanged a small price for an enormous victory.

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