The news that the Wu League would vote to elect a new leader in three days was spread throughout the Yanhuang Republic in just half a day after being publicized by interested people, causing heated discussions.

At the same time, those who had interacted with Lin Zhong were also secretly watching the development of the incident.

Donghai City, Tianji Martial Arts Hall.

Yan Lingtian sat alone in the spacious courtyard, with a pale face and a gloomy expression. He covered his mouth and coughed several times from time to time, as if he could not bear the cold of early winter.

He held a newspaper in his hand, which described the grand occasion of the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association in vivid colors, and highly praised the newly emerged great master.

The content that he used to take for granted now made Yan Lingtian feel particularly dazzling. He threw the newspaper aside angrily, stood up and took a few steps, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

"He really is never idle wherever he goes..."

Yan Lingtian whispered to himself, a faint sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

Since his defeat at the hands of Lin Zhong, for more than three months, Yan Lingtian has been closing his doors to thank guests, concentrating on healing his wounds, and ignoring the rumors and rumors from the outside world.

Many people are speculating whether Yan Lingtian has become disheartened and plans to retire, but only he knows what he gained from that battle.

Just as Lin Zhong regarded him as a whetstone, he also regarded Lin Zhong as a step for promotion, hoping to break through the bottleneck and step into the supreme realm through fighting Lin Zhong.

The only difference is that Lin Zhong is stronger than him and has better luck than him, so Lin Zhong wins and he loses.

"Drip bell bell!"

Suddenly, the cell phone rang, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Yan Lingtian picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

A hoarse male voice came from the receiver: "Brother Yan, have you heard the news that His Excellency Du Huaizhen is preparing to abdicate and the Wu League will elect a new leader?"

"I've heard a little bit about it."

Yan Lingtian's tone was as calm as water, without any waves.

"There are currently five candidates, namely Xu Jing, Wang Mu, Zhao Chenglong, Wang Hongfu and...Lin Chong. Except for Lin Zhong, the other four have backgrounds in hidden sects.

"

The male voice paused for a moment and continued: "Who do you think will win in the end?"

"If I had to choose, I would choose Lin Chong."

Yan Lingtian gave a surprising answer without any hesitation.

The male voice blurted out and asked: "Why?"

Yan Lingtian smiled: "Of course it's because this result is in our best interest, otherwise those hidden sects will take advantage of them and they won't take us seriously."

"But he... I'm afraid he has little chance of winning."

The male voice was silent for a few seconds, as if he was digesting the information revealed by Yan Lingtian's words. When he spoke again, his attitude became more serious unknowingly: "Brother Yan, I plan to push him in the back, you won't be surprised.

Bar?"

"oh?"

Yan Lingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, and lightning flashed in the depths of his pupils: "Brother Hong, you called me specifically just to tell me about this matter?"

On the opposite side of the phone was Hong Zhenxuan, the master of Sixiang Martial Arts Hall, a peak powerhouse who was once as famous as Yan Lingtian.

"Yes."

Hong Zhenxuan admitted frankly, and then explained: "I originally didn't want to wade into this muddy water, but the old man from the Su family came to visit me in person, so I had no choice but to catch up. You and I have known each other for many years, and if I don't say anything to you, I feel in my heart

I feel sorry for you."

"I see. No wonder."

Yan Lingtian nodded, his eyes shining brightly: "Brother Hong, don't worry, I am not a narrow-minded person. Since the grudge with Lin Zhong has been settled long ago, I will not continue to be grudge. Just do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Brother Yan, for your understanding."

When Hong Zhenxuan heard this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll invite you to tea in two days and let's have a good time together."

After the call ended, Yan Lingtian's face looked gloomy and he stared at the phone for a long time without moving.

"Crack!"

I don't know how much time passed, but Yan Lingtian's palm suddenly clenched hard, and the phone suddenly made a shattering sound, and it instantly became unrecognizable.

Southwest Province, Gyeongju City.

In Chen's martial arts gym, Chen Yunsheng walked back and forth in front of the students with a cold face, as if a storm was brewing between his brows.

The students lowered their eyebrows and shrugged their eyes like frightened quails, not daring to take a breath. Chen Hong was among them.

"What time is it now? Ah? Who gave you the courage to hide in the practice room and watch TV?"

Chen Yunsheng's eyebrows stood up and he looked angry: "Are you still practicing martial arts? With your attitude, don't say that you are my apprentice at Chen's Martial Arts School in the future!"

Chen Hongqian smiled and said: "Dad, don't be angry. Everyone just wants to see if there is any news about the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference. Didn't my sister attend the Martial Arts Conference?"

"Crack!"

Before he finished speaking, he received a slap on the head.

"Did I let you speak? Stand still and don't act like a fool."

Chen Yunsheng glared at Chen Hong and shouted: "Your sister is already a Huajin master, but you can't even practice Anjin. Isn't it embarrassing? You still have the nerve to smile!"

Chen Hong's smile froze on his face.

"Forget it, Yunsheng, let's give everyone a half-day holiday today."

At this moment, Chen Changchun's old voice came from behind everyone: "If your heart is not calm, nothing can be accomplished."

"Okay, Father."

Chen Yunsheng's anger subsided slightly, his sharp gaze swept across the faces of the students, and he waved his hand like he was shooing away flies: "Get out of here, everyone!"

The students immediately dispersed as if they had received an amnesty.

Chen Hong also wanted to sneak away, but unfortunately before he could put his idea into action, Chen Yunsheng cast his eyes over and said without any doubt: "You pack up and go to the capital with me later."

"ah?"

Chen Hong was stunned and thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Chen Yunsheng frowned and asked, "Didn't you hear clearly?"

"No, no, no, I heard you clearly."

Chen Hong swallowed, glanced at his grandfather Chen Changchun in the distance, and asked cautiously: "Dad, what are we doing in the capital?"

"What else can I do, of course, is to cheer for His Excellency Lin Zhong."

Chen Yunsheng said resolutely: "Although we don't have many connections or strength, we can at least help His Excellency Lin Zhong build up his momentum. You can find a few students with loud voices to go with us!"

Chen Hong nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

In the capital city, there is an inconspicuous courtyard house.

The front of the yard was covered with fallen leaves and dust, and it was obvious that no guests had been here for a long time.

"Squeak!"

With the sound of wood scraping, the closed door slowly opened.

Mr. Qin, who had white hair and beard and was tall, walked out of the door. He stood at the top of the steps, looking up at the direction of the Guoshu Museum, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Let me do one last thing for the martial arts world."
Chapter completed!