The bitter north wind whistled past, lifting up Xu Jing and the middle-aged man's clothes.

Neither of them spoke again.

The middle-aged man stood beside the railing, looking into the distance, motionless, as if he had already wandered outside, like a statue without life.

Xu Jing looked at the middle-aged man's back, his eyes flashed a few times, and then quickly returned to silence.

His eyes were lowered and he looked at his toes, as still as a mountain.

In this strange atmosphere, time passes slowly.

After a while, the middle-aged man finally finished his long thinking, turned to Xu Jing, and asked straight to the point: "What did you find when you are following Du Huaizhen?"

"The master has been in seclusion in Zhige Garden for many years, staying away from the world and not caring about the world. Who can guess his thoughts?"

Xu Jing had a plain expression and had expected the middle-aged man's question: "However, his personality has indeed changed drastically. I'm afraid that in a while, he will be able to completely enter the state of forgetting love."

"Ha-ho-honored love"

The middle-aged man shook his head disapprovingly: "He is too ambitious and actually wants to copy the path that Master Lu once took. However, from ancient times to the present, how many powerful people are like Master Lu?"

"The master has been invincible for a hundred years, and he has been admired by all people. He has become a saint. All major sects rely on him and suppress the fortune of a country. Isn't he considered a powerful person?" Xu Jing frowned and retorted.

"Okay, you said yes."

The middle-aged man did not argue with Xu Jing, but instead curled his lips and said with a smile: "You always call him master. If he knows what you are going to do, he will probably be disappointed."

"I'm just implementing my own way."

Xu Jing's face was plain: "Sect Master, you don't have to test me. I know very well what I am doing. Since I have taken the first step, I will never look back."

"As long as you don't regret it, Zhenwu Sect is willing to support you with all your strength."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and stared at Xu Jinggujing Wubo's face: "I hope we can work happily and we can get what the other party wants."

Just when Xu Jing met the middle-aged man, a secret meeting was also being held in a hotel room dozens of kilometers away.

The two parties who met were the Yaori Sect and the Baolin Sect.

The representative of the Yaori Sect is Xu Weiyang, the deputy leader of the sect. He is wearing a black training suit, has a burly body, a square face, and his hair is erected like a steel needle, and his whole body exudes a momentum of no anger.

Next to Xu Weiyang, there was a bald young man with a handsome appearance and a shy expression standing. It was Zhao Chenglong, a true disciple who was highly expected by the Yaori Sect.

Zhao Chenglong is quiet and introverted. He doesn't say a word after entering the box. Compared with Xu Weiyang, who is domineering, he looks like a little white rabbit and harmless.

Opposite Xu Weiyang and Zhao Chenglong, two men were standing, one old and one young.

The old man is thin, with sparse white hair, wearing a dark gray robe, with a dense wrinkle on his forehead, and a rather kind face. He doesn't look like a master of martial arts at all, but like an ordinary person with no power to tie a chicken.

As for the few, he is indeed not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old, dark skin, cute appearance, and bright eyes are constantly looking at Xu Weiyang and Zhao Chenglong.

"Brother Qi, I'll take the liberty to invite you, and I hope you can forgive me."

Xu Weiyang showed a smile on his face for the first time and bowed to the old man.

"Brother Xu is so polite."

The old man clasped his fists and replied with a smile: "You specially sent someone to send an invitation, how could I refuse? Wouldn't that be sorry for our half-life friendship?"

"I won't say anything extra. Brother Qi, please sit down." Xu Weiyang stretched out his hand and pointed it out seriously.

After the guests and guests were seated, four or five outstanding female waiters entered the private room one after another and served delicious dishes that had been booked in advance.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the old man named Qi put down his chopsticks and looked at Xu Weiyang and said bluntly: "Brother Xu, I know very well what you meant to invite me. However, we are both public and private, so don't affect our private friendship because of official affairs."

Upon hearing this, Xu Weiyang's hand that was originally picking up food was slightly served.

He knew that the other party was reminding himself not to continue wasting time.

"Since Brother Qi had expected it, I won't go around the circle."

Xu Weiyang picked up a piece of five-spice beef and put it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly. After swallowing it, he said in a deep voice: "We hope to get the support of the Baolin School and are willing to provide generous rewards."

"Let's not talk about the rewards, I'm curious why the Yaori Sect changed its mind. It has clearly lived in the northwest and far away from the center of the battle, so why is it now taking the initiative to join the game?" The old man surnamed Qi narrowed his eyes and asked quietly.

"Brother Qi, let me tell you the truth. The reason why the Yaori Sect moved to the northwest province was mainly because he offended Du Huaizhen and had to retreat bravely and protect himself."

Xu Weiyang looked heart-wrenching: "But he could avoid it for a while, but he could not avoid it for a lifetime. Some problems would need to be faced sooner or later, otherwise he would always be inferior to others. Choosing to return at this moment has special significance for the Yaori Sect. Otherwise, when Du Huaizhen abdicated and retired, he would never have the chance to avenge his one-shot revenge."

The old man surnamed Qi did not expect Xu Weiyang to be so honest and could not help but be stunned for a few seconds.

"It's not that I look down on the Yaori Sect. Compared with the Zhenwu Sect and the Tianlong Sect, you are still a little bit worse. Even if we are willing to support it, the chances of winning are still slim."

He thought for a while and slowly shook his head: "I can't take risks with the future of the Baolin School."

"Brother Qi, if I really don't have a chance of winning, I won't look for you."

Xu Weiyang pointed to Zhao Chenglong, who was as quiet as a good baby, and said confidently: "We have secret weapons."

When Zhao Chenglong heard Xu Weiyang mention him, his cheeks turned red and he was worried.

"Chelong, show off one hand to Senior Qi."

Xu Weiyang signaled with his eyes.

"yes."

Zhao Chenglong stood up silently and left his seat.

He bent his knees and sat down to calm his breath, and at the same time he used his internal strength. His right hand instantly turned light golden. Then he grabbed a chopstick and inserted it hard at the ground!

"laugh!"

A light sound.

A small hole appeared on the floor covered with marble tiles, and fragile wooden chopsticks entered in one after another.

After doing all this, Zhao Chenglong bowed to Xu Weiyang and the old man surnamed Qi, returned to his original position silently, and sat down again.

"What a strong body!"

The originally casual expression of the old man named Qi gradually became solemn. He looked at Zhao Chenglong up and down several times, and his shock was hard to hide his shock: "Has Mr. Zhao stepped into the alchemy?"

"That's right."

A confident smile appeared on Xu Weiyang's mouth: "The dragon not only stepped into the alchemy power, but also practiced the golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang. Including him, there are currently three great masters in my Sunri Sect, Brother Qi. Do you think we are qualified to compete with the Zhenwu Sect and the Tianlong Sect?"
Chapter completed!