In a strange and stiff atmosphere, time passes by rapidly.

Lin Chong suddenly looked up and looked at Zhigeyuan across the road.

Pang Jun also made the same move as him.

Zhou Humu, Fu Qinghou, Wang Shuye, Zhang Donglai and other yard masters were obviously slower, while He Rong, Yan Ling, Lou Ying, Huang Zhen and other yard masters reacted even more slowly.

As for other middle-level cadres, they have no idea what happened.

The next moment, the answer will be revealed.

A figure wearing a green Taoist robe flew over and came from the wind.

"Swish!"

A distance of 100 meters passed in an instant.

Du Huaizhen landed in front of everyone without any fireworks.

The originally somewhat casual martial arts cadres straightened their bodies, held their breath, saluted Du Huaizhen, and even their eyes became cautious.

As the founder of the Martial Alliance and the invincible Martial Saint of the State in the World, Du Huaizhen has a lofty status in their minds that no one can reach.

Du Huaizhen still looked calm and gentle. Her hair was tied into a Taoist bun and pinned it with a wooden hairpin. Her face, which had been baptized by time, was like jade, as if it had never changed.

However, the aura on his body made everyone feel strange.

If Du Huaizhen had a slight taste as a human before, then now he has completely become a kind of existence that is above human beings.

Du Huaizhen stood with his hands behind his back, and was indifferent to Pang Jun, Zhou Humu and others who were excited about their expressions.

In his eyes, these subordinates who were once left and right arm were not much different from the grass beside the road or the dust under his feet.

After two years of experience, Du Huaizhen finally entered the state of forgetting love.

The Supreme One who forgets love will forget love.

Be transcendent in the world and have no worries in your heart.

Lin Chong clasped his fists with his hands and said sincerely: "I wish you, the 100-foot pole head to go further."

Awakened by Lin Chong's words, Pang Jun, Zhou Humu and others, who were a little lost, hurriedly hugged their fists and saluted in unison.

Du Huaizhen nodded, her golden eyes turned slightly, and she looked at the cadres standing behind Lin Chong, and said in a indifferent tone: "I am here today to say my final farewell to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Pang Jun's eyes suddenly turned red.

Pang Jun's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all. He took a step back and bowed to Du Huaizhen to the ground.

Zhou Humu, standing behind Pang Jun, lowered his head and said nothing, his back became more and more hunched, and his whole body seemed to have become more and more aged teenagers.

Fu Qinghou, Wang Shuye and Zhang Donglai, who were on par with Zhou Humu, also had a low expression. Even though they had their own ideas, their respect for Du Huaizhen was from the bottom of their hearts.

Suddenly, a depressing sob sounded around.

Many warriors who joined the Martial Arts League because of their admiration for Du Huaizhen were mixed with emotions and burst into tears.

Lin Zhong was also quite touched. He raised his eyes to look at Du Huaizhen opposite him, but found that the latter looked cold and his golden eyes were in a wave of ancient wells.

When martial arts reached Du Huaizhen's level, they were close to the legendary god. The perfection of the mind and nature was impeccable, and they could not be shaken by a little tears.

Not to mention crying, even if these people committed suicide in front of Du Huaizhen, he would probably not frown, let alone change his mind.

"If you really respect me, you should be happy for me."

Du Huaizhen said in a straightforward tone: "The world is like a cage. We are in it, and we cannot be liberated with our fate. Finally, I cut off the seven emotions and six desires, abandon fame, wealth, and gain great freedom in both body and mind. Isn't it a happy event?"

Responding to Du Huai was really silent.

As the saying goes, Qu is high and weak, Du Huaizhen is in a very high state, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand his thoughts.

Pang Jun may be able to understand, but Du Huai's decisive and indifferent attitude hurt him quite a lot, so he simply chose to be autistic.

"They love you, so they are so sad."

Lin Chong said slowly: "Your Excellency, not everyone can be as ruthless as you."

"It doesn't matter. Summer insects cannot speak of ice, and well frogs cannot be in the sea. I don't expect a group of ordinary people to understand the true meaning of the great way."

Du Huaizhen dusted her sleeves, her eyes fell on Lin Chong, and her eyes were filled with light: "I will hand over the Martial Alliance to you today. From now on, you will be the second leader of the Martial Alliance. Before leaving, I will give you a piece of advice."

"Please speak with me, Your Excellency."

Lin Chong lowered his head slightly and took a sensual position of listening.

"The great power of a warrior belongs to himself, and wealth and power can be used as a helping hand, but you should not indulge in it, otherwise you will lose your roots and end your future." Du Huaizhen said lightly.

After hearing this, Lin Chong had not done anything yet, but Fu Qinghou in the crowd couldn't help but twitched his eyes.

Fu Qinghou always felt that this sentence was actually said to him.

But he obviously thought too much.

As Du Huaizhen's Martial Saint in Zhenguo, even the Grand Master of Danjin can only be seen. How could he specifically warn a mere Grand Master of Huajin?

“Teaching.”

Lin Chong clasped his fists solemnly and bowed to Du Huaizhen.

Du Huaizhen stopped talking, looked away from Lin Chong, looking at the warriors behind him and the Martial Alliance Building that shone in the sun.

Du Huaizhen's eyes stayed on the four words "Yanhuangwu Alliance" for a long time, and fleeting feelings and remembrance appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he remembered many past events and many old friends.

The passion, ambition, love, hate, and love, were all wiped out in the torrent of time, and only the obsession with martial arts still remained.

"What a good dream."

Du Huaizhen looked up at the sky and muttered to himself softly.

Before he finished speaking, Du Huaizhen suddenly soared into the sky, and a turning point in the air was like a rainbow passing through the sky, instantly disappearing from the end of everyone's vision.

The cadres were dumbfounded and looked at Du Huaizhen's back as he flew away, and they couldn't come back for a while.

They didn't expect that Du Huaizhen would leave so simply and didn't even say hello.

As for Du Huaizhen's terrifying body technique that was a hundred meters in an instant, it did not cause much trouble, because Du Huaizhen is an invincible martial saint in the world, and he has been dominating the world for a hundred years. No matter how powerful it is, it is not an exaggeration.

"Jiangmaster Du just left like this?"

"What should we do? What should we do with Wumeng?"

"Have you really abandoned us?"

"Without the leader of Alliance Du, where will the martial arts world go?"

Pang Jun clenched his fists, the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and his nails were almost embedded in the flesh.

It took him a lot of effort to control the urge to leave with Du Huaizhen, because he knew that his fate with Du Huaizhen had ended.

Zhou Humu, who had been hanging his head, finally raised his head, and his old face was both sad and relieved.

Lin Chong felt a little lost.

In fact, Lin Chong and Du Huaizhen are not familiar with each other. They have only met several times and talked several times.
Chapter completed!