Since last night, after learning about Huang Quan's death, Meng Po did not sleep all night and sat in this underground room for an hour.

As the only woman among the three giants of Yan Luo, Meng Po thought she was extremely cautious in doing things. When she failed to return from the mission, she also persuaded Sang-reincarnation to take this matter carefully, but in the end, she still failed to persuade Sang-reincarnation.

Now that things have happened, but as the leader of the organization, he is still shirking responsibility here, which makes Meng Po, who is already full of anger, almost burst into anger.

"Meng Po, what do you mean? Are we asking us to bow our heads and admit our mistakes?" After hearing Meng Po's words, Huan Jing pulled her face down, and her cold eyes swept on Meng Po and asked with a reprimanding tone.

"That's right, that's what I mean, what's wrong?" Meng Po snorted coldly and confronted her tit.

"It has been nearly a hundred years since the founding of Yan Luo by the ancestors. In this century, the organization has encountered many crises, but we have never been able to put our heads on our heads. This time, you actually asked us to kneel down to a 20-year-old baby begging for mercy?" Yan Luo stood up, glared at Meng Po, and shouted at him.

"It's this time, you actually treat the other party as a little baby. Reincarnation, open your arrogant eyes, open your eyes and take a look at what kind of existence our enemy is." Meng Po could no longer sit still, and she stood up from the chair and shouted angrily.

"Yes, he is a little baby, but he is also a top-notch powerful man who has reached the level of using his energy to defend against the enemy. Even if the ancestors come out of seclusion, they are not sure of winning."

"Meng Po, don't talk nonsense like this. Even if you fight to the last person, Yan Luo will never bow to the enemy." Reincarnation had no intention of compromise and insisted on his own attitude.

"You, you are hopeless." Meng Po felt that she was almost out of breath. She pointed at Yan Luo, and because of her anger, her fingers were trembling.

Looking at the paranoid reincarnation, she understood that no matter what she said, she could not convince reincarnation and let him retreat from this already wrong path. In desperation, she left angrily.

After she left, the killers under her also stood up and left. Only the Cang Reincarnation was left in the room, roaring and roaring. The killers under his command listened tremblingly.

"As the leader of Yama, never let negative emotions control your brain and reincarnation, you still forget my warning to you." When the thick door was pushed open again, a white-haired old man walked in.

Her gray hair and thin body all looked a little slim. In this 70-year-old man, the years left too many traces. Only those eyes like a vast sea were shining with the brightest luster, as if everything could not be hidden in his eyes.

He is the leader of the previous generation of Yan Luo, the contemporary old killer, and the terrifying existence that once dyed the blood of two top powerful men, Min Luo.

"Old ancestor, why are you here?" When he saw this old killing saint, Huan Jing's face suddenly changed drastically. In a short time, he seemed to have changed his personal life and became docile.

"How can I not come up with such a big thing after organizing it? How do you, the leader?" Min Luo, who had been living in the underground world of China for decades, even though he had been in seclusion for these years, his killing aura was not diminished at all. He glared at him, and Huan Jing felt a chill on his body, and his body shivered unvoluntarily.

"Old ancestor, I..."

"Don't just defend yourself. I'm too lazy to listen. I know best what kind of person you are. The people below have told me about this matter, so you don't have to say more." Huan Hui wanted to say something, but as soon as she spoke, she was blocked by Min Luo.

"You can't escape the blame for this matter. After the matter is over, I will tell you again. I will go to Zhuang Lin, bring him a letter and tell him that I want to see him."

"Old ancestor, are you asking for an appointment to fight him?"

When he heard Min Luo ask Zhuang Lin to meet, Huan Zhi was a little surprised, but after being surprised, he became happy again. His ancestor was the killing saint who had killed two top-notch people. If he took action and Zhuang Lin retreated without knowing the difficulty, he would definitely die in Izumo. In this way, Yan Luo's crisis will be resolved.

"Huangquan has died in his hands. This matter is no longer good. For the sake of Yan Luo's reputation for a hundred years, he must die." Min Luo slowly raised his head and looked up at the top. A cold light flashed in his old eyes.

...

The landmark building in Izumo City is a district of landmarks.

On the top of the thirty-story building, a newly decorated roof garden was decorated. Next to the clear pool, Zhuang Lin lay leisurely on the rocking chair, facing the sky, and admiring the bright sky.

"Your Excellency Yaowang, is that old antique from Yan Luo asking for an appointment to fight you? Are you planning to fight?" Arthur lay on the chair beside him, with the newspaper in his hand turned his head and looked at Zhuang Lin, and asked.

This is the third day that Zhuang Lin has arrived at Izumo. In the past two days, the entire Izumo has been surging. Everyone is eagerly waiting, waiting to see a good show that has not been seen for many years.

Just yesterday, the Yan Luo organization, which had been silent for a day, finally heard that the old killer Min Luo, who had not been concerned about the world for many years, was born again and took the initiative to make an appointment with the foreign strong man named Zhuang Lin.

Everyone showed great enthusiasm for this powerful battle, and even in many underground casinos, they had already opened a good deal for this duel.

"Killing the Saint is a rare animal. This time I encounter one of them rarely. I will naturally not miss it." Zhuang Lin looked at the clouds in the sky, smacked his lips, and smiled jokingly.

"Your Excellency Yaowang, judging from the information we have collected over the years about Min Luo, we suspect that he knows the skills of nourishing qi, and the time for nourishing qi has been more than ten years." Arthur put down the newspaper in his hand, sat up, and said with a serious expression.

"This is not surprising. He was able to kill two top-notch men in a head-on duel, and he was unscathed. It would be a bit incredible if he didn't know how to cultivate his energy." Zhuang Lin shook his head and said with a smile.

When he was speaking, his eyes were still in the sky, and he seemed not surprised by Min Luo's understanding of qi cultivation skills, nor did he care too much about it.

Killing Saint, and a Killing Saint who knows how to nourish Qi, is a great enemy to anyone, but Min Luo has a fatal flaw, and his age is really a bit old.

If he was at his peak, his combat power was ten. As he grew older, after his 70s, his old arms and legs could only exert six or seven points.

With Zhuang Lin's strength now, even Min Luo was in his heyday, he had full confidence to defeat him, not to mention that Min Luo is now over 70 years old and his sword is old, so he did not pay too much attention to the upcoming war.

"Old Yaowang, I received a message from the senior management of the Legion this morning. The three directors asked me to convey their greetings and their importance to this matter. If you need it, the headquarters will send strong people to you in the shortest time." Arthur said.
Chapter completed!