Dragons do not live with snakes, tigers do not join the sheep.

In the world of warriors with the highest strength, the level is so strict and clear.

There were about 100 powerful people from Huajin who came to participate in the martial arts meeting, standing in groups of three or five, several meters apart from each other, and a large circle was empty around them.

They are undoubtedly at the upper level of the pyramid, and each of them controls great power, either the leader of a sect or the tyranny of a place.

Gangjin escapes from the world and the alchemy power cannot be released. They are the mainstays of the Yanhuang martial arts world.

"Brother Ouyang, I'm wondering if I'll be fine recently?" In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a tall and tall face and a tall figure asked with a smile.

Opposite the middle-aged man stood an eight-foot-tall, strong man with square appearance, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, half an inch long beard under his chin, bronzed skin, and exposed muscles were like steel cast iron.

"It's barely possible."

The big man raised his hand and touched his hair, and said loudly: "Brother Lan, I heard that you successfully broke through the bottleneck a few days ago and took a step further. It is a joyful congratulations."

"Just luck."

The middle-aged man named Brother Lan was very modest: "Compared with those prides of heaven, my little martial arts is nothing."

"Haha, being too modest means being proud, why should Brother Lan belittle himself?"

The big man patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder with great force, and then changed his mind: "Those so-called prides of heaven are actually nothing great, and they are not in the eyes of some experts."

"oh?"

The middle-aged man took a step back quietly and avoided the palm of the big man's palm-shaped fan: "I haven't seen each other for many years, Brother Ouyang is still so outspoken."

"Just send me a feeling."

The man showed memories and sighs on his face: "I have seen a real genius. He is one of the few people who can convince me and be willing to give me a chance. If..."

The second half of the sentence of the Han Dynasty came to an abrupt end.

His eyes wide open, staring straight behind the middle-aged man, with unconcealed shock in his eyes.

The middle-aged man felt something, and suddenly turned his head and looked along the man's sight.

Three figures came into view of middle-aged men, one man and two woman, both of whom were very young, and even the oldest man seemed to be no more than twenty-five years old, which seemed to be no different from the ordinary juniors around who had just entered the world.

But the middle-aged man always felt that he had ignored something, his thoughts turned sharply, and he quietly split a ray of energy, tentatively reaching towards the young man opposite him.

The young man is slender and has an ordinary appearance. He is wearing an inconspicuous black training suit, without any special features. However, when he raises his hands and feet, he has a natural charm.

He obviously noticed the middle-aged man's temptation, his eyes turned slightly, and he turned his head toward the middle-aged man.

The next moment, the two people's eyes collided in the sky.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man seemed to have a thunder blew up in his ears, and an indescribable sense of crisis and fear swept across his body in one tenth of a second.

"Well!"

A strange sound from the middle-aged man's throat that was hard to distinguish, his face suddenly became pale as paper, and his fine cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

As you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

Its momentum is like a mountain and a sea, and its power is like a prison in the abyss.

The middle-aged man with a strong identity in the martial arts world had a blank mind. He was completely frightened by the young man's eyes, dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.

The man next to him noticed the strangeness of the middle-aged man, quickly stepped forward, hardened his head and blocked the middle-aged man, and clasped his fists in the young man's indifferent gaze and said, "Your Excellency Lin Chong, please forgive my friend's rudeness. He did not intend to offend him."

The young man is Lin Chong.

Although the Su family wanted to send someone to escort, Lin Chong was unwilling to mobilize the masses, and he didn't want to make trouble all the people, so he only brought Chen Qing and Yukino to attend the meeting.

There were so many warriors gathered in front of the National Museum of Beijing, and Lin Chong deliberately kept a low profile and restrained his breath, so he was never seen through until he met an acquaintance.

That's right, the great man is indeed acquaintance of Lin Chong. Ouyang Chun, the leader of the Hongquan Sect, has had a lot of dealings with Lin Chong at a martial arts exchange meeting in the southwest province.

"Master Ouyang, we meet again."

Lin Chong looked away from the middle-aged man and looked at Ouyang Chun.

For the sake of the other party, he decided to let the middle-aged man go.

In fact, for a proud and privacy-oriented expert, using qi to test without any hesitation is like provocation. A middle-aged man is wrong first, and even if Lin Chong teaches him a lesson, it is okay, but that is suspected of making a big deal.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lin Chong still remembers me."

Ouyang Chun is clearly the leader of a sect. He has a good status in the martial arts world and has a wide range of friends. At this moment, when Lin Chong said hello, he felt flattered. He pushed the middle-aged man with his shoulder and blamed him: "Brother Lan, why don't you apologize to Your Excellency Lin Chong quickly!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale and cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Lin Chong. After Ouyang Chun reminded him, he immediately bowed without hesitation: "Your Excellency Lin Chong, I am Lan Changling, I have no intention of making any mistakes, please forgive me!"

As soon as he reached the ground, he did not dare to get up for a long time. His posture was very low, without the majesty of the master of the Transformation.

"No more examples." Lin Chong said lightly.

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged man named Lan Changling breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his body, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

The warriors around him were not those with sharp eyes and ears. When they heard the conversation between Lan Changling and Lin Chong, at once, at least a dozen eyes looked at Lin Chong, shocked, feared, respected, confused... all kinds of emotions were all in one go.

Lin Chong's face is like a flat lake, and the waves are calm.

Before everyone could react further, a melodious and loud bell suddenly rang over the Beijing National Museum.

"when!"

The bell sounded like a signal, and the originally noisy square was quiet.

The warriors who were talking loudly and whispering stopped talking at the same time and cast attention at the entrance of the Beijing National Museum.

They gather here early in the morning, of course not just for chatting.

Under the gaze of many eyes, the closed gate of the Beijing National Museum slowly opened, and two young warriors wearing white training uniforms and cold and serious expressions came out one after another.

If you look closely, you will find that the left chest of these young warriors are embroidered with red silk thread with a group of dragon patterns, indicating that they belong to the Martial Alliance.

The young warriors separated left and right along the steps in front of the gate, facing the people below the steps, carrying their hands, straightened their bodies, and looked into the distance with their eyes in an orderly manner, naturally exuding a powerful aura.
Chapter completed!