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Chapter 1682 Interval

From Feng Nan's mouth, Lin Chong already knew the relationship between Wang Hongfu and Aunt Meng, so he was not surprised by this question. He replied in a plain tone: "I call her Aunt Meng, and she calls me Brother Lin."

"Aunt Meng?"

Wang Hongfu curled her lips, a hint of disdain appeared on her face, and then patted Lin Chong's shoulder with anger: "You can call me Sister Wang from now on, I'll cover you."

When Lin Chong heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

"That's it."

Wang Hongfu turned around and walked downstairs, waved his back to Lin Chong, leaving him with a chic back.

Lin Chong was a little confused about Wang Hongfu's idea, but no matter what, when a great master of Danjin took the initiative to express his kindness, only fools would refuse.

The discussion in the hall did not subside, but became more and more intense.

Lin Chong's proposal was like a torch, igniting the passion of everyone. They were divided into distinct factions, and they were blushing for whom they could win.

"I've left my words here, the final winner must be Lord Lin Chong! Sure!"

"Haha, Your Excellency Lin Chong is indeed powerful, and his heart and spirit are respectable, but our senior brother of the Tianlong Sect is not bad either!"

"Have you heard of the law of death that a hot topic will die? So I like the candidate of the Yaori Sect. It seems that he is called Zhao Chenglong, right? He is regarded as the hope of rising by the Yaori Sect, and is definitely not an ordinary person!"

"I'm optimistic about Xu Jing, don't forget that Xu Jing is the senior brother in front of Zhenwu Sect, and is also the true disciple of Alliance Master Du. He has become famous all over the world many years ago. Who dares to say that he can win with confidence?"

"Xu Jing would have forgotten it. Even the Zhenwu Sect gave up on him. How could he become the leader of the Martial Alliance?"

In the back row of the hall, Feng Nan couldn't help feeling a wonderful feeling when he looked at the lively scenes around him.

To be honest, she sometimes does not agree with Lin Chong's approach and thinks it is too radical, but Lin Chong can always achieve his goals through her own way.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Feng Nan looked up at Lin Chong who was standing on the round platform. His beautiful eyes flashed and his mood was turbulent: "There is obviously a simpler way, why did you choose the most difficult road?"

In fact, not only Feng Nan, some people who prefer Lin Chong also don’t understand.

"Your Excellency Lin Chong, you are still young and energetic after all."

Di Yuncheng couldn't help but shake his head.

"If you are not angry, can you be considered a young man?"

Ouyang Chun glanced at Di Yuncheng with a sideways: "It's over, we don't need to say much, just wait and see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Dongyue, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly said: "Actually, I feel that Your Excellency Lin Chong did nothing wrong. No matter what the result is, he has won the respect and recognition of everyone."

"Everything has its pros and cons. The key is whether it is more harmful than good or more beneficial than bad."

Di Yuncheng said lightly: "There is no doubt that Lord Lin Chong pushed himself to a very dangerous position. How much chance of winning can he have when he fights against several other candidates with his own strength?"

"Your Excellency Lin Chong must have your own considerations."

Ouyang Chun looked dissatisfied: "We all want it, can't he think it? Eat salty radish and worry about it."

Di Yuncheng was too lazy to carry Ouyang Chun, squinted his eyes and gently tapped his thighs with his fingers, thinking about how to clean up the mess if the worst result occurred.

On the round platform, Pang Jun, who presided over the voting ceremony, saw that the situation began to be chaotic, so he covered his mouth with his hands and coughed lightly: "Please keep quiet."

Pang Jun's cough was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

The remarks gradually disappeared.

Although the strong men present were still unsatisfied, Pang Jun is the deputy leader of the Martial Alliance and the Grand Master of Danjin. No one dared not to give him face.

"What do you think about Your Excellency Lin Chong's proposal?" Pang Jun put his hands in front of him, glanced at the hall with sharp eyes, and asked in a calm voice.

"support!"

“Agree!”

"agree!"

"Start it now!"

Everyone expressed their opinions.

Pang Jun waited for a few seconds and nodded, "So, please go out for a while and have lunch. I will discuss with the rest of the Wu League colleagues and formulate a specific plan."

"How long will it take?" a warrior in the front row asked impatiently.

Pang Jun turned around and exchanged glances with Zhou Humu, the head of the Tianzi Inspection Institute, Fu Qinghou, the head of the Dizi Inspection Institute, and other senior leaders of the Wu League, and then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't wait too long. We are more looking forward to the emergence of the new alliance leader than you."

"There are thousands of martial arts fellows gathered outside, and they are all waiting."

The warrior muttered softly, but did not dare to question Pang Jun's decision.

"Pang Deputy Leader, it's better to choose a day than to meet the day, so choose today."

Xiao Shitong stood up from his seat and said in an unquestionable tone: "I shouldn't have interrupted the housework of Wumeng, but it will be beneficial to everyone if I finish it as soon as possible."

"Crazy!"

All the disciples of the Tianlong Sect stood up.

"That's right."

Pei Huajun, the elder of Zhenwu Sect who replaced Lu Guichen, also sang: "In order to hold the Yanhuang Wudao Conference, the public security in the capital has been under tremendous pressure. The longer it is, the easier it is to cause turmoil."

“We will seriously consider the suggestions of both of you.”

Pang Jun looked serious and said calmly: "Please be careful and give us some time."

"Okay, then we'll wait for the good news."

Xiao Shitong nodded slightly, stopped talking, and simply walked out straightforward and took the Tianlong Sect and his party out of the hall.

With the leader of the Tianlong Sect, other hidden sects have also left one after another.

First, there are Wuji Sect and Yaori Sect, second, the Donghua Sect, then the Baolin Sect, Yinyang Sect and Ruyi Sect. The Zhenwu Sect, which is a local snake, is left for the end.

As for the other warriors, they also left in groups of three or five.

Lin Chong nodded to Pang Jun and Zhou Humu, walked down the round platform without saying a word, and met with Feng Nan, Yukino, Di Yuncheng, Huo Lengmei, Ouyang Chun, Yan Dongyue and others who were waiting at the entrance of the hall.

At this moment, Pei Huajun suddenly walked over, followed by a group of powerful people from Zhenwu Sect.

Di Yuncheng, Ouyang Chun thought the other party was not good, so he took half a step and stood in front of Lin Chong.

Lin Chong's face was covered with Gu Jing Wubo, and he watched the Zhenwu Gate get closer and closer.

Pei Huajun was quite tactful. He stopped three meters away from Lin Chong, took the initiative to hold his fists and salute, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Hisser Lin Chong, our sect leader has invited me, can you please speak with me?"

Lin Chong remained silent.

"Elder Pei, the position of Zhenwu Sect is already very clear. They are against each other, what else can I talk about?" Di Yuncheng asked Lin Chong.

"Zhenwu Sect has no malice to Your Excellency Lin Chong, everything is for the overall situation."
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