"But the leader doesn't think so."

Liu Yu said angrily: "The leader of the alliance will only feel that we are incompetent. After all, once the situation is out of control and affecting the innocent people, it is our responsibility. At that time, facing the thunderous wrath of the leader, who dares to say in front of the leader

Have a clear conscience!”

After hearing Liu Yu mention Lin Chong, Zuo Qingcang finally put away his cynical attitude.

"The initiative is not in our place."

After a moment of silence, Zuo Qingcang said solemnly: "The current situation is like an out-of-control train. Those who control the train not only do not slow down, but accelerate madly. The derailment and overturn are only at night. Unless the leader comes out to persuade him personally, I can't imagine

Who else can stop the situation from getting worse?"

"But the leader was seriously injured in the battle with Qinlong..."

Dan Tai Mingyue, who had been silent, looked helpless: "They chose a good time."

"yes."

Pei Hong nodded in agreement and immediately raised a question: "Is the initiator Zhenwu Sect or the Tianlong Sect?"

“Not important.”

Zuo Qingcang said coldly: "Didn't you see it yet? Whether it is the Zhenwu Sect or the Tianlong Sect, they have made up their minds to use the eastern province as the chessboard and compete well."

While chatting, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The majestic Pang Jun stood at the door with a calm and majestic expression: "The negotiation is about to begin, you can accompany me to greet them."

"yes!"

Everyone stood up quickly.

Following Pang Jun to the downstairs, the shutter sounded "crackling" in an instant.

"Pang Vice Leader, I am a reporter from Donghai TV. What do you think of the current situation?"

"I heard that those Wulin sects broke out in Fifth Town. Can you confirm the relevant information?"

"Is there another round of fighting in the martial arts world going to break out? Just like it was decades ago?"

"Where is Alliance Leader Lin? Why didn't he show up?"

"How is the Martial Alliance ready to deal with the deteriorating situation? If necessary, will the military intervene?"

The reporters around him rushed up wildly and asked questions in a verbal way.

The members of the Wu League who were responsible for maintaining order formed a wall of people to block the reporters firmly.

Pang Jun had a expressionless face, turned a deaf ear to the questions raised by the reporters, standing on the steps like an iron tower, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

Zuo Qingcang, Dan Tai Mingyue, Pei Hong, Liu Yu, Mei Kun, Duan Yi, Xue Zheng, Zhan Jiajun and other senior martial arts league leaders stood behind Pang Jun, exuding a sense of substantial oppression.

Soon, a convoy rushed from a distance.

There are all high-end cars, as many as seven or eight.

They stopped in the open space in front of the office building in turn, and two or three powerful warriors in Zhenwumen uniforms walked out of each car.

Whether old or young, tall or short, fat or thin, but without exception, all have the cultivation level of Huajin or above.

Pei Huajun, Xu Guo, Long Zhu, Ning Zheng and other famous top-notch people are also among them.

The head of Zhenwu Sect, Lu Guichen, and the chief elder Wang Lingjun, finally walked out of the car in the middle.

As soon as the two showed up, they caused a huge commotion.

"Crack!"

The shutter sounds are endless, and the flash is almost blinding.

Lu Guichen's mouth was filled with a smile of clouds and breeze, and he swept his eyes around and walked forward.

Wang Lingjun yawned, as if he had just woken up, barely opening his sleepy eyelids, snaking his hands, and slowly following Lu Guichen.

The others from Zhenwu Sect didn't say a word and followed silently.

Pang Jun's pupils shrank slightly, he took the initiative to walk down the steps, bowed and said, "President Lu, Chief Wang, welcome."

"Wu Alliance has invited me, how can I not come?"

Lu Guichen did not give up in front of Pang Jun, and he folded his fists and returned the gift: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Pang."

"It's not hard to do what you do."

Pang Jun's face showed no emotion: "I just hope that Zhenwu Sect will give peace a chance. After all, the prosperity and stability of the martial arts world is not easy to get."

Lu Guichen smiled slightly, which made people feel like spring breeze: "What Brother Pang said is also what I want. The contradiction was not first taken up by our Zhenwu Sect. We just want to fulfill our promise to others."

Seeing that the other party obviously avoided the important things, Pang Jun was too lazy to continue wasting his saliva, so he reached out to inspire him: "Please."

After Lu Guichen and Wang Lingjun led the Zhenwu Gate people into the office building, a luxurious bus appeared in Pang Jun's sight as if he had arranged in advance.

The luxury bus is about two stories high, painted silver and black. The head of the car is hung with the Tenglong flag of the Tianlong School, and the body is painted with a dragon-shaped pattern.

Nearby journalists immediately shifted their target and pointed the camera and microphone at the bus.

The car door opened to the side, and a strong-looking warrior walked out of the bus and automatically divided into two rows, holding his head up and standing upright as if he was pine.

These warriors have sharp eyes and cold temperament. Their temples are bulging high, and their hands and feet are raising their hands and feet, exuding the elite aura of many battles.

More importantly, their realm is not weak at all, and most of them are above the power of transformation.

In terms of single combat power, they may not be as good as the elders of the Zhenwu Sect, but in terms of overall strength, they are enough to compete with each other and not lose their advantage.

Xiao Shitong, the leader of the Tianlong Sect, Yin Changgeng, the leader of the Chuangong Hall, and his senior brother Wang Mu finally made his debut.

Xiao Shitong had a deep gaze and a grand manner, like an old lion. He led the lion group to patrol the territory and instantly took away the limelight from Zhenwu Sect.

Yin Changgeng and Wang Mu were slightly behind Xiao Shitong to show respect.

"President Xiao, Chief Yin, welcome."

Pang Jun bowed his hand and still maintained his poker face without a smile.

"Zhenwu Gate has arrived?"

Xiao Shitong hugged her fists and asked casually.

"Just arrived."

"Okay, let's go in now. Deputy Alliance Leader Pang please do whatever you want. Yaori Sect is behind you, so you don't have to worry about us."

After a few short greetings, Xiao Shitong led everyone into the building.

Pang Jun's cheek muscles twitched, and he was a little helpless about Xiao Shitong's self-decision.

Who made his martial arts level far lower than the other party?

The strong people in the martial arts world are respected, and even if Xiao Shitong does not follow the rules and takes over the main character, he can only endure it.

Before I could sigh, the Tianlong Sect had just entered the building, and the Yaori Sect had arrived.

The Yangri Sect’s pomp is also quite large, and the number of people is twice as many as that of the Zhenwu Sect and Tianlong Sect.

Many elders and disciples with strong qi and blood surrounded Cao Hong and Xu Weiyang, which seemed to be amazing, but compared with the two disciplined factions in front, it was inevitable that they would be a bit of a mob.

"Sect Master Cao and Deputy Sect Master Xu, come from afar, thank you for your hard work."

Pang Jun finally changed his wording.

The Rain Sect once helped Lin Chong, and this connection is that if you don’t look at the monks and Buddha’s face, Pang Jun can’t look at Lin Chong’s face.
Chapter completed!