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A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1830

Western Europe, the British royal family.
In the palace hall, several people gathered at this time.
Can appear here, is the existence of the leader of the British martial arts.
“Jack, what are you talking about?”
“Is this Chu Tianfan a teenager in his early twenties?”
“God, how is this possible?”
“The message must be wrong.”
“Maybe, it’s an intelligence officer, and one zero is missing!”
Above the hall, a middle-aged man with a beard remained in shock, and the words were full of incredulous tone.
Yes, this man is the core member of the British royal family, Lord Carlo, in charge of national martial arts affairs.
“No, Carlo, there is nothing wrong with the intelligence.”
“I have verified it many times.”
“If you still don’t believe it, you can contact Huaxia Wushen Temple to inquire.”
“China’s seventh titled master has appeared, and we always have to pay attention.”
Ahead, Jack suggested.
Lord Carlo nodded immediately: “Well, you are right!”
“No one knows this matter better than Wushen Temple.”
“Pray?”
“Pray that this is not true.”
“Otherwise, a twenty-year-old titled master, it would be terrible~”
Lord Carlo’s face was already gloomy.
What is the dispute between great powers?
Undoubtedly a strategic force!
The United States and the Soviet Union once engaged in an arms race in order to overwhelm each other in terms of strategic nuclear forces.
In the martial arts world, the titled master is a strategic level force.
A twenty-year-old titled master, the ability of strategic deterrence is too great.
Carlo didn’t dare to imagine, if there were such enchanting evildoers in the Martial God Temple, how far would China’s martial arts power soar in the future?
Worried, Lord Carlo immediately dialed the phone number of the Huaxia Wushen Temple.
In this way, at about the same time, dozens of phone calls from various countries around the world unexpectedly hit the Martial God Temple at the same time.
China, the top of Yanshan Mountain.
Sword Saint Xiao Chen and the King of Fighters Mo Gucheng were almost crazy.
“what?”
“Chu Tianfan?”
“Don’t I know?”
…..
“I really didn’t lie to you!”
“We really don’t have this number in the Martial God Temple?”
…..
“We don’t know each other?”
“There is no such person on the Huaxia Grandmasters list?”
“Are you guys making a mistake?”
…..
“Impossible, I can’t remember it wrong.”
“I really don’t remember that we have this number in China!”
“If it had, our Martial God Temple would have long since served as an ancestor.”
…..
“Hey, old friend, haven’t been in touch for a long time?”
“Why did you call me suddenly?”
“what?”
“Chu Tianfan again?”
“Ciao!”
“We really don’t know~”
“There is no such person in the Martial God Temple~”
….
One call after another, like a soul, kept ringing.
In just half a day, Mo Gucheng and others only felt that people from half the world had come to ask.
Without exception, all calls have only one purpose, and that is to inquire about “Chu Tianfan”.
At that time, Mo Gucheng and others were confused.
They swore that they had never heard of the name Chu Tianfan.
But now, people all over the world are sure that this Chu Tianfan is the titled master of their Martial God Temple, and the seventh pillar country powerhouse in China.
“What is it called?” The Sword Saint was almost crying.
An unheard of person, became the seventh titled master of the Martial God Temple?
It’s ridiculous!
“Lao Ye, you have a wide range of knowledge, do you know who this Chu Tianfan is?”
“Is he really our Chinese person?”

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