After listening to Du Huaizhen's words, the handsome young man couldn't help but feel confused.

"Yes, master."

But in the end, the handsome young man suppressed all distracting thoughts, prostrated himself on the ground, and bowed his head respectfully to Du Huaizhen, who was sitting on the nine-story tower.

No matter what he thinks, Du Huaizhen's orders must be fulfilled without compromise.

Because Du Huaizhen was not only his master, but also the leader of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance who controlled countless lives and deaths, the relationship between them was destined not to be as close as that of ordinary masters and apprentices.

Moreover, as the disciple who has been with Du Huaizhen for the longest time, the handsome young man knows Du Huaizhen far better than anyone else.

He heard some unknown meaning in Du Huaizhen's calm tone.

"Junior brother, work hard."

The handsome young man pressed his forehead against the ground, and a thought flashed through his mind: "You have actually disappointed the master. From now on, you can only seek happiness for yourself."

Northern Province, Longxiang City.

Wang Mu stood in the middle of the wide and flat martial arts training ground with his hands behind his back, looking up at the clear sky. His tall and burly body stood as straight as a spear, motionless.

His hair was a little messy, like steel needles standing up to the sky, giving people a hard feeling. A thick short beard also grew out of his chin, covering half of his face, making him look as if he was more than ten years older.

However, Wang Mu's eyes were extremely bright and sharp.

Not far from Wang Mu, a group of young men and women gathered. Their eyes looked at Wang Mu with admiration and awe, and they wanted to get closer but did not dare.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?" Wang Mu withdrew his gaze, turned his eyes peacefully, scanned the faces of the young men and women, and asked with a smile.

The young men and women immediately swarmed up, surrounded Wang Mu, and spoke in a flurry of flattery.

"Congratulations, senior brother!"

"Big brother is mighty!"

"From now on, senior brother will be the veritable number one among the young and powerful people in the Yanhuang martial arts world!"

"Those guys from the Zhenwu Sect are usually very arrogant and don't take our Tianlong Sect seriously. How about now? They've been overpowered by Senior Brother!"

"Don't they always think of themselves as the largest faction? Now they have lost to Senior Brother, let's see how they still have the nerve to be arrogant in front of us!"

"In two days, the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference will be held. If we meet then, their expressions will definitely be very exciting, especially Ning Zheng's pretty face. I guess I would like to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in, right?"

Everyone said something to each other, their faces turned red and they were excited, even happier than Wang Mu himself.

"Quiet!"

Wang Mu frowned, raised his hand and pressed down. The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

The huge martial arts training ground suddenly became silent.

"A lucky breakthrough, what joy is there?"

Wang Mu looked around with a serious and calm look on his face. He did not get carried away at all because of the praise from his junior brothers and sisters: "The person I want to surpass has never been Ning Zheng."

The young men and women looked at each other, a little confused.

It is obvious that the senior brother has been promoted to Danjin and has become the great master respected by everyone. Who else does he want to surpass? Is Du Huaizhen, the leader of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance?

Is it too difficult?

Wang Mu didn't bother to explain to them and waved them away: "Let's disperse."

"Goodbye, senior brother!"

The young men and women bid farewell to Wang Mu with fists clasped in their hands and dispersed in an instant.

Wang Mu lowered his head and looked at his hands. His palms were broad and rough, and his nails were neatly cut. The index finger, middle finger and ring finger were about the same length. This was a symbol of reaching the peak of his fingering skills.

"Brother Lin, although you are one step ahead, I will eventually catch up."

Wang Mu's face was as dark as water, and there seemed to be flames flashing in the depths of his pupils: "I really want to know who is stronger between you and me. Come and participate in the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference. Such a grand gathering is suitable for natural seekers like us.

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Donghai City, Xicheng District.

Lin Zhong was dressed in casual clothes, with his back straight, sitting in the spacious and bright living room, talking with Feng Nan and Jiang Lan, who had come all the way from the capital.

Feng Nan and Jiang Lan sat side by side. Different from the past, they were dressed casually, but when walking, sitting or standing, they all showed the resolute, capable and decisive temperament of soldiers.

"The superiors sent me to see you mainly for three things." Feng Nan said straight to the point without any extra polite words.

Lin Zhong nodded slightly: "Please speak."

"The first thing is that in view of your current strength and identity, you are no longer suitable to continue to carry out confidential tasks, so the above has decided to revoke your position in Beidou and there are other important arrangements."

Feng Nan spoke very fast, with clear and powerful pronunciation: "Of course, your Pojun code name will still be retained. As a special code name, it will only belong to you from now on."

Lin Chong lowered his eyes and listened quietly in silence.

"The second thing is that starting from today, Jiang Lan and I will serve as your assistants and work with you until there is a new appointment from above."

After hearing this, Lin Zhong's expression finally changed.

Lin Zhong raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Nan's face, his eyes showing inquiry.

Feng Nan signaled him to be calm and continued: "The third thing is also the most important thing. At the upcoming Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference, you must seize the opportunity and strive to gain a place within the Martial Alliance."

Lin Zhong became more and more confused as he listened, and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"The above three things are related to each other, and I don't know the specific reasons."

Feng Nan changed the topic: "However, according to my guess, something big may happen to the Wu League."

She paused for two seconds, raised her index finger, pointed to the top of her head, and added meaningfully: "It involves the highest level of major events, so the higher-ups have to make arrangements in advance to prevent unexpected events."

"The highest level?"

Lin Zhong's pupils shrank: "Is Du Huaizhen true?"

"Um."

Feng Nan nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and changed to a more relaxed sitting posture: "Of course, everything is my speculation. Who can really guess what the Lord is thinking."

Lin Zhong thought for a long time.

Feng Nan did not disturb Lin Zhong's thinking and always maintained great patience, because she knew very well that when faced with a major decision that affected his fate, Lin Zhong could never be too cautious.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse. The higher ups will not hold you responsible. This is the privilege of being a Grand Master." Jiang Lan said coldly.

"I'm not unwilling, I just don't know where to start."

Lin Zhong frowned and said in a deep voice: "I have no connections, no prestige, no status, and no resources. How easy is it to enter the Martial Alliance in a short time?"

"You underestimate yourself."

Jiang Lan's cold and beautiful face was calm, and her voice was as sweet as a wind chime: "You are the youngest Danjin Grand Master, and you even defeated Xue Xuanyuan in a head-to-head duel. Without connections, prestige, status and resources are not important.
Chapter completed!