What Chen Zeqing wants to do most now is to take Mu Feng out of his own hands.

It was this man who caused them to suffer the greatest humiliation in hundreds of years.

With one person's strength, they were forced to move the holy land of warriors.

This humiliation is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Their Chinese Martial Arts Association was the first spokesperson of the ten major immortal cultivation sects and military strategists.

As the second-ranked super force among the top ten immortal cultivation sects, the military strategists gave strong military support to the Chinese Martial Arts Association, making them the controllers of Chinese warriors in one fell swoop.

And now, this glory will return again.

The young man with sword-browed eyebrows looked at Chen Zeqing and said coldly: "I have to go on a trip. We will come back in half a month. If you complete the tasks we assigned successfully, your benefits will be indispensable."

"If it's not done, you'll finish it yourself."

"Yes!" Chen Zeqing was waiting for this day. He knelt on the ground, holding the letter in both hands, and shouted loudly: "I will definitely complete the task!"

"Yes." The young man with sword-brow nodded, and his figure quickly disappeared invisible.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zeqing and other senior executives of the Chinese Martial Arts Association all showed surprise.

They knew that their era had finally arrived.

Japan, Mitsui Shrine.

Countless Japanese samurai knelt on the square in front of the shrine, each with a white ribbon tied on his head, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Accompanied by the sunset, a black vortex appeared in the center of the shrine hall. Soon, three colorful lights shone out from the vortex, slowly revealing three tall figures.

"Meet the envoy!" Thousands of Japanese samurai kowtowed in unison and shouted loudly.

These three tall figures all floated in the air, and their eyes were filled with sadness and joy, and they could not feel the slightest human emotional color.

"Is Hirotoshi Miura?" the woman with a veil in the lead asked coldly.

A Japanese samurai knelt in front and shouted in a trembling voice: "Report to the envoy, Mr. Miura has died seventy years ago at the hands of the Chinese warrior Qin Yi."

The woman had a faint cold air on her body, and she asked coldly: "Who is the current president of the Wushu Association?"

The Japanese samurai said tremblingly: "The current president also died of Chinese martial arts some time ago.

It is the hand of Qin Yi.”

"Bang!" A cold light passed by, and a stone pillar beside the woman was hugging each other broke.

The woman's eyes revealed a murderous intent and said coldly: "A bunch of waste! From this point of view, you haven't taken over China?"

"Yes..." The Japanese samurai's head lowered deeper.

A man next to the woman said angrily: "In order to restrain the Chinese immortal cultivation sect, we have been proclaiming ourselves for more than a hundred years. You can't even subvert a corrupt regime full of holes!"

The Japanese samurai did not dare to answer, but just knelt in front of the three of them and shivered.

The three in front of us are disciples of the three legendary masters. That woman is the proud disciple of the legendary master Dari Female Master.

And the two people beside her were disciples of Su Zun Mingzun and Yue Ye Jianzun.

"The three venerables will return to the world for at most two years. If they know that you are a group of Adou who cannot be helped, then there is no need for you to exist." The woman snorted coldly.

The thousands of Japanese warriors present were all trembling with fear.

The woman changed her tone and snorted coldly: "So, in the past two years, you must prove that you still have the value of existence. What should I do? I don't need to teach you, right?"

"Yes!" thousands of Japanese warriors shouted.

Just as the Chinese Martial Arts Association and the Japanese Martial Arts Association were preparing in full swing, their common enemy, Mu Feng, was accompanying his father to visit relatives.

After a long journey around the family of seven aunts and aunts, Mu Feng felt more tired than fighting for a day and a night, especially now, because his identity is exposed, no matter where he goes, there are a lot of people desperately coming to curry favor with him.

Just like now, he had just walked out of his third aunt's house, the county magistrate of this county had already brought a large group of officials to wait outside the door. When he saw Mu Feng coming out, these people flocked to him, like a group of crazy star-chasing people.

Mu Feng finally sent out the group of people and escaped into the car with Mu's father Mu Yu in a little embarrassed manner.

This is a domestic sedan that was temporarily purchased, but it only costs 80,000 or 90,000 yuan. It is just right for Mufu's scooter.

Mr. Mu lay in the driver's seat and smiled bitterly, "This is definitely the most tiring year."

"Everyone's face has a stereotyped smile, and I'm annoyed." Mu Yu sat in the back row and said angrily.

Since the identity was revealed,

No matter where they go, everyone's faces are filled with a flattering smile, and whether they are relatives or friends, they all have the same face.

Mr. Mu knew the personalities of these people very well. He had experienced this experience once decades ago.

When he reached the top, these people had this face.

After decades, he felt like he was back in the past.

Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year, and snowflakes are scattered on the road, as if they are about to wash away all the dirt from this city.

Mu's father drove very slowly, and the tires pressed against the road, making a creaking sound.

When the car left the county town, Mu's father said, "Every year's visits to relatives and friends are just a formality. I know you two don't like this kind of occasion."

Mu Yu said understandingly: "Dad, we don't like it, but these relatives who have not contacted us for many years are still called relatives?"

Mu's father was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about Mu Yu's problem. After a few minutes, he made up his mind and said, "The other relatives will not see you anymore, let's go back to Haiwang City."

"That's great." Mu Yu applauded.

Mr. Mu changed his mind and said, "But there is still a relative, we have to go."

Mr. Mu suddenly stopped the car, looked back at Mu Feng, and said slowly: "Xiao Feng, you should know who I am talking about."

"Yes." Mu Feng nodded.

The person Mu Father wanted to see was Mu Feng’s mother’s righteous brother, Sun Mingzu.

From the day Mu Feng remembered, every New Year Festival, Mu's father would take Mu Feng to the city where Sun Mingzu was located, hoping to pay homage to Sun Mingzu once.

But it has never been successful in more than ten years.

Sun Mingzu looked down on Mu's father from the bottom of his heart, and he even disagreed with Mu Feng's parents' marriage.

Since Mu Feng's mother disappeared for no reason, Sun Mingzu hated Mu's father even more.

"No, I'll go there myself this time. I'm going to go to Caiyun Sai to do my own business," Mu Feng replied.

Mr. Mu thought for a while and sighed: "Okay, although he doesn't want to see me, he still has some feelings for you."

"Then when will I leave?" Mu Feng asked.

"First go back to Haiwang City to rest for a few days, and it will pass around the fifteenth day of the first lunar month." Mu's father said immediately.
Chapter completed!