Lei Qianting scolded him angrily, and he did not speak about the relationship between the master and the apprentice, which made Tang Heng, who was unconscious, stunned and unable to make a sound.

His lips moved, trying to defend himself, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Master, don't be angry with Senior Brother, he didn't mean it."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, Ji Wei quickly stood up to smooth things over.

Lei Qianting let out a long sigh, as if he was about to exhale all the afflictions that had accumulated in his heart these days. His eyes swept over Tang Heng and Ji Wei's faces, and his expression was extremely complicated.

"If it weren't for your wake-up call, I wouldn't have known that I had gotten into the horns and always complained about my unfair fate, but I forgot that practicing martial arts was a move that would be against the will of heaven and change my destiny."

Lei Qianting straightened his back, and his long-lost fighting spirit returned to him, and his whole spirit was completely renewed: "After going back, I will go into seclusion and break through, and I will leave the martial arts hall to you."

Tang Heng and Ji Wei looked at each other, surprised and happy, and said in unison: "Yes, Master."

*******

Beijing National Museum, ninth floor.

In the room belonging to the Tianlong Sect, Xiao Shitong and Wang Mu were sitting opposite each other, playing chess.

This room is very large, with an area of ​​over 100 square meters. However, except for sofas, tables and chairs, there is no unnecessary furnishings, making it look simple and empty.

The two played chess, divided the Chu River and Han dynasties, and fought in an array.

As two stinky chess players, they fought to the point of being equal. You eat me a soldier, I eat you a cannon, and the chess pieces are reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"General."

About five minutes later, Xiao Shitong pushed the troops forward and announced the victory.

"After all, the master is still the first move to get better."

Wang Mu stared at the chessboard and thought for more than ten seconds, shook his head helplessly, and abandoned his son and said: "I can't go."

"Because you are restless, you lose so quickly."

Xiao Shitong looked calm and picked up a piece from the chessboard, held it in his hand and played slowly: "As a general, he should use static and control the situation. He looked at the overall situation and then took action at a critical moment to kill the enemy.

With one blow, you are still far from it.”

"I admit that I am indeed a little impatient, but the atmosphere has been too weird recently. Didn't you notice it, Master?"

Wang Mu spread his hands: "Even though Your Excellency Du Huaizhen is about to abdicate, there is no movement in the other ten hidden sects, including the Zhenwu Sect, which is determined to win the position of the leader, which is simply puzzled."

"Hmph, no movement is the biggest movement, which means that they are not moving, and if they move, they will be shocked."

Xiao Shitong snorted coldly from his nostrils, his five fingers slowly closed, and the chess piece carved from the rain flower stone in his palm quietly turned into powder: "In addition, they are actually waiting like us."

After hearing Xiao Shitong's words, Wang Mu couldn't help but narrow his eyes and thought.

"Du Huaizhen has announced his abdication. How the new leader will emerge will be the highlight of the next step. Now it is just the peace before the storm comes."

Xiao Shitong glanced at Wang Mu and said slowly: "Your mission is very simple, it is to snipe Lin Chong. As long as you can defeat him, you can replace him. Remember, the title of the strongest man of the younger generation,

Although it is a false reputation, it is crucial.”

Wang Mu nodded slowly: "Disciple understand."

Xiao Shitong asked with a smile: "Do you really understand?"

"The new era needs a new legend."

Wang Mu clenched his fists, looked firm and determined: "Lin Chong is a mountain in front of me, and I must cross him to continue moving forward."

"Just be sure if you know it."

Xiao Shitong spread his palms, and the gray-white powder fell down his fingers: "People have become accustomed to Du Huaizhen's image of being invincible in the world. If they want to replace him, they can only become the strongest in the present. If they can carry the remaining power of great victory, then

It is not difficult to get into the Martial Alliance after a call."

“Is the strongest in the contemporary world?”

Wang Mu repeated in a low voice, his body surface turbulently, like surging waves, and at the same time, his eyes suddenly appeared: "Who else but me!"

On the outskirts of the capital, the headquarters of Zhenwumen.

A large area of ​​antique buildings is undulating and staggered, with the overall color mainly black and blue. Under the sunlight, it looks solemn and solemn, and it complements the main urban area with high-rise buildings and traffic.

Among these buildings is a three-story wooden loft that is more eye-catching than other surrounding buildings.

Because it is not black and blue, but bright red. From a distance, it looks like a burning flame.

At the top of the attic, a middle-aged man wearing an indigo-green gown stood on the railing. He was more than seven feet tall, with an ordinary appearance, but a grand manner. When his eyes opened and closed, a mysterious light flowed faintly.

"Tap!Tap!Tap!Tap!"

The subtle footsteps suddenly sounded, with long hair reaching the waist, and the handsome Xu Jing climbed to the attic.

With Xu Jing's strength, he could not make any sound when walking. The reason for doing this was obviously to express respect for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man still put his hands on his back and looked into the distant sky, seemingly not aware of Xu Jing's approaching.

Xu Jing stopped three meters away from the middle-aged man and asked, "Sect Master, I heard you want to see me?"

"Shh."

The middle-aged man turned his back to Xu Jing, put a index finger in front of his lips, and then said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't talk, listen."

“…”

Xu Jing frowned slightly, and was speechless at the middle-aged man's mysterious behavior, but he still let go of his perception and listened with his ears.

The sound of wind, water, leaves falling, birds singing, and the conversations of disciples in the distance, all kinds of sounds drilled into Xu Jing's ears.

He heard nothing except that.

However, as a high-ranking master of Danjin, Xu Jing never lacks patience. He believes that middle-aged men will solve the mystery soon.

Sure enough, after about two or three minutes, the middle-aged man slowly said, "Did you hear it?"

Xu Jingru told the truth: "No."

"That means your heart is not quiet enough."

The middle-aged man commented indifferently, then closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the world, or take the world into his arms.

If it were someone else, he might think that the middle-aged man was crazy, but Xu Jing had long been used to this way of communication: "Dare you ask what the sect leader heard?"

"The wheels of the times are turning, getting closer and closer, and all decayed things will be crushed to pieces."

The middle-aged man's tone was calm and gentle, with some unknown meaning: "Are you mentally prepared?"

This time, Xu Jing understood.
Chapter completed!