The golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang is undoubtedly the top body refining technique, and it is also the confidence that the Yaori Sect dares to compete with other hidden sects.

Of course, the golden body of the immovable Mingwang is not equivalent to the body of the Vajra without leakage, and the difference between the two is huge.

Generally speaking, the body of Vajra without leakage is extremely difficult to practice unless it reaches the level of power.

However, the golden body of the Unmoved King can start from the dark energy, from low to high, from outside to inside, and after great success, it will have the power to let the Grand Master of Danjin beside him.

Because of this, Zhao Chenglong, who had practiced the golden body of the Ming King at a young age, was regarded as the hope and pillar of the future by the Yaori Sect.

At this moment, the disciples of Yaori Sect couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when they saw Gong Yuanlong raise Lin Chong and belittle Zhao Chenglong.

But they knew that among the people present, if anyone knows Lin Chong the best, it must be Gong Yuanlong, and Gong Yuanlong hopes to see Lin Chong fail more than they did.

Zhao Chenglong, who has a handsome appearance and a restrained temperament, lowered his eyes, closed his eyes slightly, and sat on the sofa motionless, as if he had not heard Gong Yuanlong's words.

However, around Zhao Chenglong's body, an invisible layer of qi lingered, expanding and contracting with his breathing.

That feeling is like magnifying the heart by dozens or hundreds of times, but I can't hear the sound of my heartbeat.

"Brother Gong, if you say this, you will be suspected of growing other people's ambitions and destroying your own prestige."

Xu Weiyang glanced at Zhao Chenglong and said slowly: "I admit that Lin Chong's child is very strong, but Chenglong is not bad. For masters, the outcome depends on one thought. As long as Chenglong exerts normal strength, the chance of victory is also quite good."

"I didn't mean to look down on Mr. Zhao."

Gong Yuanlong realized that his words were inappropriate, so he coughed lightly and said seriously: "Of course, Mr. Zhao has a chance of winning, but it is not enough to have a chance of winning. We must win!"

Zhao Chenglong's eyelids moved.

Although he was closing his eyes and breathing, he did not close his senses. Therefore, all the words Gong Yuanlong said were passed into his ears.

Xu Weiyang put his left hand on his thigh, and his fingers tapped rhythmically, and said lightly: "If Brother Gong has any good solutions, don't keep it in your mouth."

"The advantage of the golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang is defense, and the disadvantage is speed, right?" Gong Yuanlong narrowed his eyes, like a cunning old fox.

Xu Weiyang nodded: "Yes."

"Since that's the case, we should try our best to amplify our advantages and avoid disadvantages."

Gong Yuanlong looked around and said in a deep tone: "Didn't Lin Chong'er want to show off? Okay, let's satisfy him and have a head-on confrontation in front of all the people!"

Xu Weiyang understood Gong Yuanlong’s implication and his eyes burst out with dazzling light.

The disciples of the Yaori Sect and Wuji Sect looked at each other, looking at me, and I looked at you, and they were all confused.

Head-on-head?

I also said before that Zhao Chenglong is not Lin Chong’s opponent, but now I suggest this, don’t you feel contradictory?

At this moment, Zhao Chenglong's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes swept over Xu Weiyang's face, and he turned his mind: "Uncle Master, there is no need to make any plans. Please rest assured, I will never lose!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Weiyang's eyes gradually disappeared, and he looked at Zhao Chenglong's firm eyes for several seconds, raised his hand to stroke the short beard under his chin, and pondered without saying a word.

"Nephew Zhao, have you ever heard a saying that those who achieve great things do not care about minor details?"

Gong Yuanlong frowned: "What's more, the correct strategy is an indispensable element of success. You are carrying the hope of the rise of the Yari Sect, so don't act irresistibly."

"But, according to your plan, even if I win in the end, it will be unfair." Zhao Chenglong stared at his toes and whispered.

"Nephew Zhao, you are not old and didn't expect to act so pedantic."

Gong Yuanlong disagreed and said, "Since ancient times, the king has succeeded and the enemy has lost. As long as you defeat him, who will care about what method you use?"

Zhao Chenglong was not an eloquent person. He was speechless by Gong Yuanlong and simply expressed his protest with silence.

Gong Yuanlong frowned. If it were the past, he had already been furious, but at this moment he barely suppressed his anger and threw a blame look at Xu Weiyang who was standing by.

Now, why are you pretending to be mute?

Xu Weiyang's thoughts turned sharply, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said earnestly: "Chenglong, in order to make you the leader of the Martial Alliance, my senior brother and I have been preparing for a long time and owe many favors. Everyone else can lose, but we can't afford to lose. Do you understand?"

Zhao Chenglong nodded with difficulty: "I understand."

"No, you don't understand."

Xu Weiyang's tone suddenly became extremely stern, and he said coldly: "Compared with the risks taken by the Yaori Sect, what is your little self-esteem and pride? Who has never suffered grievances in life? Who has never done anything against his will? We are deliberately trying to ask others everywhere, for whom?"

The lounge is quiet as if a needle can be heard.

The disciples of the Yaori Sect and Wuji Sect closed their mouths tightly, and did not dare to take a breath.

Zhao Chenglong's expression was unstable, sometimes confused, sometimes ashamed, sometimes painful, sometimes sad, and obviously fierce conflict was in the heart.

Gong Yuanlong curled his lips and smiled silently.

About ten seconds later, Zhao Chenglong finally raised his head and let out a long breath, as if he wanted to vomit all the hesitation and hesitation in his heart.

"Disciple, I am the only one who is the leader of my uncle." He said expressionlessly.

"The son can teach."

Xu Weiyang patted Zhao Chenglong on the shoulder and showed a gratified smile on his face.

The same moment.

In the Tianlong School's special lounge, Xiao Shitong and Wang Mu sat opposite each other.

This lounge is large and has an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, but the furnishings are very simple, with only a coffee table and a few sofas, and there is nothing else except that.

Other true disciples of the Tianlong Sect, including Xue Zheng and Wu Chong, surrounded the two of them, with different expressions.

Xiao Shitong sat in a casual position and his tone was even more careless: "What do you think about what happened today?"

"No thoughts." Wang Mu replied.

"Don't you regret the cooked ducks are flying?"

"I am lucky if I get it, but I am lucky if I lose it."

"Okay, I am worthy of being my Xiao Shitong's apprentice, so I should have such a mind."

Xiao Shitong slapped his thigh hard, his face full of praise.

Wang Mu put his hands flat on his knees, his spine straightened straight, and said calmly: "Actually, I think Brother Lin is a good candidate, at least suitable than me."

"Um?"

Xiao Shitong said with a long tone and smiled, "So you are planning to give up?"

"Of course not."
Chapter completed!