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1752. Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred Fifty-Two New Goals

Although Lin Chong said this, the surroundings were still as quiet as if a needle could be heard.

No one wants to be the first to be a leader, especially after the previous events have happened.

After about seven or eight seconds of the cold, Lou Ying, who was elegant and beautiful in appearance, took the lead in breaking her silence. She asked in a clear and stable tone: "Hissergeant, how do you plan to fill in the vacancy that Fu Qinghou and others left?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone, including those warriors watching the fun, raised their ears.

They are also very concerned about this issue.

As the only management in the martial arts world, the Wu League holds great power, so any move affects the nerves of countless people.

"I can't give you an accurate answer right now."

Lin Chong pondered for a moment before he said calmly: "However, I will adopt an open, fair and just approach to select the right members of the Martial Arts League and take over the relevant responsibilities."

Lin Chong's answer was quite official, and he seemed to say nothing, but the warriors present were not human-like. They all heard a different meaning from the seemingly vague words.

First of all, adopting open, fair and just methods means that Lin Chong is not prepared to hand over all the vacant positions to his confidants.

Secondly, Lin Chong is the word "responsibility".

Although positions and responsibilities are only one word different, their meanings are very different.

The former focuses on status, while the latter focuses on responsibility.

Obviously, in order to win the favor of the new leader, martial arts alone is not enough, and you must have the ability to match your position.

Just as everyone was thinking, a loud thunderous voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Hissergeant, how are you going to lead the Martial Alliance? And, how do you view the current situation in the martial arts world?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction where the sound came.

The questioner was an eight-foot-tall young man with thick eyebrows and wide mouth, eyes as lightning, wearing dark gray training clothes, high sleeves, strong and strong arms, and a scar on his forehead, which slanted downwards, making his originally extraordinary face look quite ferocious.

Faced with the gaze of everyone, the young man not only did not wince, but instead raised his chest.

"Who is that naughty green?"

"What a naughty young man? He is Zuo Qingcang, the sixth among the top ten geniuses!"

"Zuo Qingcang? It turned out to be him!"

The person who complained about it before was moved.

Before Lin Chong appeared, the top ten young geniuses in the Yanhuang martial arts world were Ning Zheng, the Tianlong Sect, Wang Mu, the Wuji Sect, Ling Feiyu, Zhao Chenglong, the Ruyi Sect, Lin Wan, the Yin-Yang Sect, Dantai Mingyue, Baigui Sect, Biluo, Baolin Sect, Qi Qingkong, Guanghan Sect, and Zuo Qingcang, who had unknown masters.

As Lin Chong emerged from nowhere, he killed Ling Feiyu, conquered Bi Luo, and defeated Ning Zheng, Wang Mu and Zhao Chenglong became the strongest new generation who no one dared to question, and was in the limelight.

Among the top ten geniuses, at least half of them have dealt with Lin Chong. Compared with Lin Chong, these original geniuses are dim.

Because of this, few people have gradually mentioned the titles of the top ten young geniuses.

But this does not mean they have disappeared.

They are all the mainstays of their respective sects. The hope for the future is calm and they are not surprised by the stimulation, but nodded in slightest light.

Compared to Zuo Qingcang's identity, he actually cared more about the other party's questions.

Lin frowned and thought seriously for a long time.

Zuo Qingcang did not urge him and waited patiently for the answer.

The longer you think, the more you can show Lin Chong's sincerity and intention. Those talks and boastful talks that come out of your mouth have no meaning to Zuo Qingcang.

"For your first question, I can only say now that I will set an example. Under my leadership, the Wu League will maintain an independent and transcendent position, handle all kinds of disputes in the martial arts world fairly and openly, and will never take partiality with either side. Whether it is a hidden sect, a small sect, a martial arts school, I will treat everyone equally."

Lin Chong paused for a moment, his expression became more serious: "As for the second question, I believe that what I did has shown my view on the martial arts world, but I am willing to reiterate it!"

Speaking of this, Lin Chong slowed down his tone and said word by word: "The martial arts world must reform, starting with the Martial Arts Alliance itself!"

"How do you plan to reform?"

Zuo Qingcang asked the bottom line.

"I hope the martial arts world will become more fair and reduce the occurrence of bullying the weak. Everyone, every martial arts hall, and every sect have a chance to rise;"

“I also hope that the martial arts world will be more open to ordinary people, rather than becoming semi-closed circles;

"I also hope that major martial arts schools and sects can broaden their horizons, look around the world, take the initiative to go out, and don't always stare at your own acre of three-point land."

Lin Chong's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the audience, and in the ears of every warrior: "Sixty years ago, when His Excellency Du Huaizhen founded the Martial Arts Alliance, people's livelihood was difficult and martial arts was in decline. The goal of the Martial Arts Alliance was to revive the martial arts spirit in China."

"After sixty years of development, the country is rich and the people are strong, and martial arts is prosperous. In the new era, we should have new goals and new pursuits!"

The huge square was silent, and everyone was listening carefully.

Pang Jun's eyes were lowered, and strange light flashed deep in his pupils.

Zhou Humu stroked his gray beard, with a happy expression and nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Donglai's eyes narrowed into a gap, and there was no emotion on his face, but Wufeng's automatic sleeves showed that he was absolutely uneasy.
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