The old man surnamed Qi gradually put away his surprised expression, his eyes flashed, and he remained silent.

But he was far from as calm inside as he looked on the surface.

The three great masters of Danjin, no matter what era or country they are in, can be regarded as a force that cannot be ignored. If there is a war, they can even influence the rise and fall of a country.

Why are Zhenwu Sect, Tianlong Sect, and Wuji Sect so proud of their peers and overpowering other hidden sects? Isn't it because they have more than two great masters?

The Baolin Sect ranks eighth among the top ten hidden sects, and there are many powerful Huajin sects. However, there is only one great master of Danjin, the old man surnamed Qi.

Over the years, the old man surnamed Qi has accepted many disciples. Although most of them have successfully become Huajin, none of them have been able to break through their own limits and enter the extraordinary realm.

Thinking of this, even though the old man surnamed Qi was very deep in the city, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings and sighed.

"It's really a terrible life."

The old man surnamed Qi looked at Zhao Chenglong's young face and suddenly felt a little depressed: "Nephew Zhao is only in his twenties, right? His future is limitless."

Zhao Chenglong was quite nervous. He put his legs together and sat upright. He said in a voice that was not much louder than a mosquito: "I am grateful for the compliment, but I don't deserve it."

The old man surnamed Qi turned to look at Xu Weiyang: "Master Nephew Zhao has always been so... modest?"

He originally wanted to say "shy", but he felt it was disrespectful to the Yaori Sect, so he changed the word abruptly.

"Chenglong joined the Yaori Sect when he was six years old and was closely protected by us. Before he became an adult, he rarely communicated with the outside world, so his personality is a bit introverted."

Xu Weiyang nodded helplessly, and then changed the topic: "But brother Qi, don't worry, there is no problem with Chenglong's strength. He is a martial arts wizard who is only seen once in a century, and he is also the hope of our Yaori Sect to regain its prestige."

"Brother Xu is overly worried. I have no doubts about Junior Nephew Zhao's strength. Now that he has become the Fudo Myoyo Golden Body, there are only a handful of people in the world who can hurt him."

The old man surnamed Qi raised his right hand and gently stroked the gray beard under his chin. His eyes flickered uncertainly, and he was obviously hesitant in his heart: "Brother Xu, I'll tell you the truth, even if the Baolin Sect is willing to provide support, the Yaori Sect will not

It is difficult to compete with Zhenwu Sect and Tianlong Sect."

Xu Weiyang smiled deeply: "What about the Wuji Sect?"

The old man named Qi was suddenly moved.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared directly at Xu Weiyang, his eyes were extremely sharp, like a sword showing its edge, he was completely different from before.

Facing the piercing gaze of the old man named Qi, Xu Weiyang remained calm and composed, without any change in his expression.

"Is this true?" the old man surnamed Qi said word by word.

Xu Weiyang asked: "When did I deceive Brother Qi?"

The expression of the old man surnamed Qi changed, his brows furrowed, and he murmured to himself: "It's unbelievable, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out..."

"The Yaori Sect and the Wuji Sect have always been on good terms. Is it strange that we can win their support? Of course, we also paid a certain price." Xu Weiyang said unhurriedly.

The old man surnamed Qi knew that Xu Weiyang must be hiding something, but that was not important.

Wuji Sect is one of the top three hidden sects. Its overall strength is on par with Tianlong Sect and only slightly inferior to Zhenwu Sect. Its leader, Chen Hanzhou, is unfathomable and is rumored to be only half a step away from Gang Jin.

If the Wuji Sect is willing to express its support for the Yaori Sect, then it would not be a bad idea for the Baolin Sect to step in. Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be tall people who can hold it up.

The old man surnamed Qi's thoughts changed rapidly and he asked slowly: "What benefits can we get?"

Xu Weiyang felt a big stone fall in his heart.

The words of the old man surnamed Qi are equivalent to agreeing to cooperate with the Yaorizong. What will be discussed next is nothing more than remuneration.

******

In the North District of Beijing, in a quiet room.

Chen Hanzhou was wearing a dark gray robe, sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and his breath was misty.

Above his head, three bowl-sized white air masses shaped like Ganoderma lucidum sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted with his breathing, as if they were alive.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A subtle knock on the door clearly reached Chen Hanzhou's ears.

Chen Hanzhou's long eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly, his eyes slowly opened, and in the dark and calm pupils, there was a faint flash of dazzling lightning.

"What's the matter?" he asked indifferently.

The person outside the door knelt on one knee and replied respectfully: "Last night, the Su family held a banquet to welcome Lin Zhong. The deputy palace master came to the door to provoke, but he came back defeated."

Chen Hanzhou listened expressionlessly, with a hint of boredom in his eyes.

He closed his eyes again: "Continue."

"The Yaori Sect is preparing to compete for the position of leader of the Martial Alliance, and has reached a private agreement with the Deputy Sect Master Gong. The Deputy Sect Master Gong will provide assistance on behalf of the Wuji Sect, while the Yaori Sect must kill Lin Zhong as a reward."

The person outside the door used extremely concise words and finished his report in just a few words.

"snort......"

Chen Hanzhou sneered with unknown meaning: "It's hopeless."

The people outside the door bowed their heads and bowed again, then left quietly.

From beginning to end, he never entered the room or identified himself.

The quiet room fell into silence again, and Chen Hanzhou sat alone in the shadows, with invisible energy flowing around him like a dormant giant beast.

Wumeng Headquarters, Zhige Garden.

The black and red tower is like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into the sky, becoming the most conspicuous building within several kilometers.

At the top of the tower, Du Huaizhen, who was in meditation, suddenly woke up from his long wandering mind on a whim.

His eyes opened a slit and he looked up into the distance.

Through the layers of curtains, he seemed to see infinity.

"It's time..."

A silent whisper came from Du Huaizhen's mouth.

In the southern suburbs of Beijing, Su Family Manor.

After seeing off Su Miao and Lu Yin, Lin Zhong welcomed two new guests: Feng Nan and Jiang Lan.

Feng Nan wore a black women's suit, her hair was tied into a simple bun on top of her head, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her face. She exuded an aura of intellectual elegance.

Jiang Lan dressed up like an ordinary girl, wearing a knitted sweater on her upper body and dark tight jeans on her lower body. Her long black hair was casually scattered, her phoenix eyes and red lips, and her face was as beautiful as snow. She was cold and beautiful, like an independent empty valley.

Orchid.

However, in Jiang Lan's hand, she still held the sheathed long sword that never left her body.
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