Aunt Meng raised her slender eyebrows and was about to continue speaking.

At this moment, the door outside the villa opened silently, and chess wearing a black tight suit flashed in.

The chess pace was extremely fast. In a few breaths, he came to Lin Chong and Aunt Meng, stroked his chest with his hands, and saluted respectfully: "Minister, Master Meng, someone outside asked for a visit."

Aunt Meng was interrupted by someone and suddenly felt a little unhappy.

But Aunt Meng knew that Qi was doing her duty, so she did not express her inner emotions.

No matter what, Chess is considered half of her disciple. Although both sides do not have the name of a master or a disciple, they are the reality of a master or a disciple.

Moreover, Aunt Meng’s displeasure is more directed at the uninvited guests outside.

Aunt Meng knew who they were and why they came.

In Aunt Meng's keen perception, those guys who deliberately restrain their breath were as vivid as torches in the dark, and had nowhere to hide.

"Who?" Because of the injury, Lin Chong's perception inevitably became dull. However, he had already experienced the state of calmness of his origin. His eyes flashed and he asked calmly.

The chess legs were together, his body was straight, and he said with a straight look: "The leader is Xin Shiping, the peak warrior of Huajin, the leader of the Bigang City branch of the Yanhuang Wu League, and some famous figures in the martial arts world of Bigang City, including Xu Dezhao, the head of Tongbei Sect, and Li Tianxiong, the head of the Yihu Martial Arts Hall."

Relying on the Su family's omnipresent intelligence network, Chess knows the identity of the visitor. In the face of Lin Chong's inquiry, she answered without any hesitation.

"Xin Shiping, Xu Dezhao, Li Tianxiong?"

Lin Chong's eyebrows frowned slightly and repeated softly. He didn't know much about the martial arts world in Bigang City, and all these three names felt very unfamiliar with them.

"A group of difficult guys are probably here to find you."

Aunt Meng raised her chin lightly, signaled to stand aside, and then said to Lin Chong: "Be mentally prepared. If they choose to come here at this moment, they will definitely not be able to come."

"I didn't seem to provoke them." Lin Chong said calmly.

"Warriors are a group of creatures with strong territorial consciousness. They regard Bigang City as their territory. You fight Xue Xuanyuan here and have so many people died. How could they ignore it? Even if they really do that, they will become a laughing stock in the martial arts world."

Aunt Meng smiled and said with a sarcastic expression: "A dragon that broke into the pond, even if it did nothing, would scare countless fish, shrimps and shrimps, causing storms and rain."

After listening to Aunt Meng’s story, Lin Chong couldn’t help but think.

"Minister, do you want me to reject them?" Qi asked in a low voice.

"No, let them in."

Lin Chong didn't think too long. He reached his level of strength and no longer had to be careful in everything. He left a sentence lightly and turned around and walked towards the villa.

Chess subconsciously looked at Aunt Meng.

Aunt Meng yawned, with a lazy expression on her face and said angrily: "Look at what I'm doing, haven't you heard Brother Lin's words?"

"yes!"

He dared not say much about chess, so he bowed and retreated.

Aunt Meng followed Lin Chong into the villa, shaking her fair jade neck while walking, and complained, "I'm so tired. I shouldn't have drunk so much wine last night."

When Lin Chong heard this, he couldn't help but cast a strange look at Aunt Meng.

It was not until recently that Aunt Meng, who had always been friendly and easy-going, actually loved to drink, not a drink of three or two cups, but a drink of ten or eight bowls.

"Hey, Brother Lin, what are your eyes? What's wrong with the old man drinking some wine?"

Aunt Meng wrapped her arms around her chest, looked at Lin Chong's eyes, and said with a stern voice: "Life is so boring, you have to cultivate a few hobbies for yourself, right?"

Aunt Meng’s words were really complaining too much, which made Lin Chong not know how to start.

Grand Master Danjin has a very long lifespan. If you are not surprised, you can easily live to over 200 years old. This is why he was called the "land god" by the ancients.

Two hundred years are undoubtedly a long period of time. From this perspective, the old age of ordinary people is just the middle age of the great master of Danjin.

As for Aunt Meng, even by the standards of ordinary people, she cannot be called old. The reason why she calls herself an old is more out of self-deprecating.

"You're right."

Lin Chong didn't want to argue with Aunt Meng, so he nodded and agreed, which was full of perfunctory meaning.

He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa in the middle.

"Do you want me to help?"

Aunt Meng put away her casual attitude and said seriously: "With your current state, it is not convenient to engage in action with others."

"No need, you go and rest."

Lin Chong's eyes were drooping, his expression was Gu Jing Wubo, and he shook his head and rejected Aunt Meng's kindness: "This is my business, I can handle it myself, and I want to see what they sell in the gourd."

“Okay.”

Aunt Meng stared at Lin Chong's face and confirmed that he was not gritting his teeth and holding on. Then she nodded, turned around and left the living room, leaving Lin Chong to sit upright alone.

The huge living room fell into silence in an instant.

Lin Chong felt a little tired, so he changed to a more comfortable position, leaning his body to the right, supporting his chin with one hand, and his eyes seemed to be open and closed, as if he was pretending to be sleeping.

Three minutes later.

"Tap!Tap!Tap!Tap!"

Accompanied by clear and subtle footsteps, two girls in black entered the living room first, namely chess and a piano that emerged from somewhere.

Behind Qin Heqi, followed warriors such as Xin Shiping, Xu Dezhao, and Li Tianxiong.

Xin Shiping and Xu Dezhao walked side by side, without looking sideways, with a demeanor, showing a rock-solid heart and unfathomable cunning.

Li Tianxiong was half a step behind them, his tall and fat body was like a hill, but his feet fell on the floor without making any sound.

His face was serious, and his palms hidden in the sleeves of the robe were quietly clasped, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his qi cultivation skills were still slightly inferior to Xin Shiping and Xu Dezhao.

Behind the three, more than a dozen warriors entered in two rows, and Xin Shiping's apprentice Song Xiao was also among them.

"Minister, bring the guest."

Qin and Qi bowed at the same time and saluted Lin Chong, who was sitting on the sofa.

Lin Chong still maintained his original posture, as if he was still as a mountain, as if a sick tiger was lying on the hill, and his whole body exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

The two girls in black exchanged glances secretly and quietly retreated to the side, allowing Xin Shiping, Xu Dezhao and others to face Lin Chong directly.

This is the first time these martial arts powerhouses in Bigang City have seen Lin Chong himself. They are in a hurry and have difficulty controlling themselves.

"How is that possible?"

"He is the grandmaster who killed Xue Xuanyuan?"

"Too young, aren't you?"

"Is it because the rumors are wrong? He is not the one who defeated Xue Xuanyuan?"

All kinds of thoughts were circulating in everyone's minds.
Chapter completed!