Xu Jing looked at Lin Chong with an equally unkind look, but he was very deep in the city and did not show his ill intentions too obviously in front of Du Huaizhen.

And Wang Mu, from the moment Lin Zhong entered the conference hall, his eyes never left.

Unlike Gong Yuanlong and Xu Jing, Wang Mu's eyes were bright and peaceful, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had met an old friend.

However, Lin Zhong was certain that he and Wang Mu were not friends.

Not only are they not friends, in a few days, they may even become life-threatening rivals.

While observing the situation in the conference hall, Lin Zhong walked to the Grand Master's chair at the bottom, bowed his hands to Du Huaizhen, and then sat down calmly.

This conference hall is not large, but the furnishings are quite elegant and luxurious. For example, the rectangular desk in the middle is made of rosewood, and the high-backed Taishi chairs where everyone sits are made of golden nanmu that is even more valuable than gold.

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There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, which makes people forget about the world.

Among the powerful men present, apart from Du Huaizhen, who was at the top, there were three others who gave Lin Zhong a very strong sense of threat.

The first person was Chen Hanzhou, who had his eyes lowered and remained as still as a mountain. He sat in the first place on the right side of Du Huaizhen. From beginning to end, he maintained a detached attitude.

The second person is a middle-aged man wearing an indigo gown. His appearance is ordinary and his facial features are featureless. He is the type that would be hard to find if thrown into a sea of ​​people. However, the energy and blood in his body is like a bottomless sea.

It's hard to fathom.

The middle-aged man sat on the first imperial chair to the left of Du Huaizhen, with his hands folded on his abdomen. He looked at Lin Zhong with a half-smile but not a smile. Between his eyes opening and closing, he vaguely revealed a breathtaking expression.

of divine light.

The last person was a thin, dry old man, wearing a purple robe, with gorgeous patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs with golden silk thread. His white hair was neatly combed behind his head, his eyes were dull, and his whole body exuded an aura of decay.

, as if half a foot has already stepped into the coffin.

However, sitting there, he felt like an unattainable mountain.

Information about the ten sects flashed through Lin Zhong's mind, and he knew the identities of the middle-aged man and the old man. The former was Lu Guichen, the leader of Zhenwu Sect, and the latter was Yu Qiansui, the supreme elder of Donghua Sect.

It is worth mentioning that there was a beautiful and slim woman sitting next to Yu Qiansui. Her exact age could not be determined, but her calm and dignified temperament reminded Lin Zhong of Aunt Meng.

There is no doubt that this woman is Wang Hongfu, the deputy head of the Donghua sect, a rare female grandmaster in the Yanhuang martial arts world.

When Wang Hongfu was young, she was as famous as Aunt Meng, and was often compared by busybodies. However, since they entered Danjin one after another, no one dared to do that anymore.

Sensing Lin Zhong's gaze, Wang Hongfu turned her head slightly and nodded to him.

Lin Jing nodded in return and immediately looked away.

"Today, I invite you all here to decide the fate of the Martial Alliance."

Du Huaizhen, who was sitting at the top, spoke again, his voice as indifferent as water, without any ripples: "Everyone can speak freely without any scruples."

There was silence in the conference hall, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Du Huaizhen didn't rush him and waited calmly.

Patience is an essential quality for a superior person. As the leader of the Martial Alliance and the Martial Saint of the country, Du Huaizhen has long developed a state of mind that is calm and calm. Everything in the world is just a cloud in his eyes.

After about ten seconds, a hoarse voice spoke: "Leader, have you really decided to abdicate and retire? If you leave, who has the ability to control the Martial Alliance?"

The speaker is a man with a strong build and a curly beard. He has a straight nose and a broad mouth. His hair is like steel needles. His breath is deep and heavy, and he seems to be connected to the earth under his feet.

This man was sitting next to Wang Mu. Wang Mu was already very tall, but he was actually half a head taller than Wang Mu.

Du Huaizhen raised his left hand and pressed it gently: "I have made up my mind about abdication and there is no need to mention it again."

"The Martial Alliance cannot live without you."

The man stood up from his seat, knelt down on one knee towards Du Huaizhen in front of everyone, and said sincerely: "Alliance leader, please consider that I, Pang Jun, have worked hard despite not having any merit, and please consider it more."

Seeing how solemn he was, everyone couldn't help but have different expressions.

This man named Pang Jun is one of the two deputy leaders of the Wu League. He is very loyal to Du Huaizhen and has followed him more than thirty years ago until today.

"Deputy Leader Pang, do you know that for me now, power in this world is meaningless."

Du Huaizhen looked down at Pang Jun, his pale golden eyes reflecting the other person's figure: "I want to abdicate and retire into seclusion, not because someone forces me, but because I am tired of it. I understand your loyalty and worries, but I don't

Will change the decision."

"......Understood."

Pang Jun lowered his head, slowly uttered three words, then slowly stood up, returned to his original position and sat down without saying a word.

Xu Weiyang, deputy leader of the Yaori Sect, suddenly asked: "Who do you want to be the new leader?"

"It doesn't matter."

Du Huaizhen turned his head and looked at Xu Weiyang, his cold and ruthless eyes made the latter a little frightened: "I don't hold a position, as long as the new leader can convince the people."

As soon as this statement came out, at least half of the people were visibly relieved.

Their worst fears didn't happen.

Since Du Huaizhen does not take a stand, there is much more room for development.

Xu Weiyang's thoughts changed and he continued to ask: "Your Excellency, there is no detailed charter for electing a new leader within the Wu League. Although candidates are elected, what if there are multiple candidates? How to distinguish the superior from the inferior?"

Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for Du Huaizhen's answer.

Du Huaizhen's eyes flashed, and he asked instead: "What suggestions do you have?"

The conference hall fell silent again.

At this time, too much talk can lead to many mistakes, and no one dares to speculate on Du Huai's true thoughts. Silence is worse than golden words.

Xu Weiyang's thoughts changed quickly and he glanced at Gong Yuanlong.

"What is the number of votes? According to the Wu League system, there are twenty-five high-level cadres with voting rights, including Leader Du, which means twenty-five votes."

Gong Yuanlong frowned, coughed slightly, and said tentatively: "The one with the most votes wins, and the minority obeys the majority. This is the common law in the world."

Du Huaizhen did not comment on Gong Yuanlong's proposal.

"If you feel that the number of people is too small and unconvincing, you can also convene a general meeting of the Wu League and let all members vote. However, this method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and can easily cause disputes." Gong Yuanlong was beating the drum in his heart, but did not show it on his face.
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