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2039. Chapter Two Thousand Thirty-Nine: Split

"Dong!"

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from beside him, and the ground swayed violently.

He Rong's momentum stagnated and turned his head to look.

I saw that Wang Shuye's original foothold exploded a large pit about a meter and a half square and about a foot deep, while he himself took his right foot expressionlessly.

"Have you made enough trouble?" After interrupting He Rong's meaningless venting, Wang Shuye asked coldly.

He Rong's cheek muscles twitched and he closed his mouth.

"If you have enough trouble, then listen to me."

Uncle Wang dusted the dust that did not exist on his sleeves, barely suppressed the irritability that surged in his heart, and continued to say to himself: "You have met Fu Qinghou, what plans do he have?"

He Rong stubbornly looked into the distance, not wanting to answer Wang Shuye's question.

If it were before, he would definitely not dare to do this, but now everyone is a sad loser. Who is afraid of whom?

If you don’t give me face, why should I pay attention to you?

It can only be said that He Rong was hit so hard that even his mind and nature changed.

"Two guys, when is it time? Are you still having an internal strife?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little nervous, Yan Ling hurriedly came forward to smooth things over: "Everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope, and we should work together to overcome difficulties. Why bother to make trouble for a small matter?"

After saying that, Yan Ling winked at Wang Shuye again.

Uncle Wang breathed a long sigh and raised his hand to arch towards He Rong opposite him: "Brother He, sorry, I have overreacted. Please forgive my offense."

He Rong's face looked a little better, but he still remained silent.

Yan Ling patted He Rong on the shoulder hard and whispered: "Old He, are you really planning to have a quarrel with Brother Wang? Since he took the initiative to apologize, don't go too far, it's almost the same."

"well."

He Rong sighed and said dejectedly: "I actually don't mean to blame Brother Wang, but I suddenly felt a little discouraged."

"I can understand."

Wang Shuye simply nodded and then changed the subject: "However, Brother He, giving up on oneself cannot solve the problem. Sooner or later we will face reality. Being abandoned by Zhenwu Sect is not the end of the world. With our ability, where can we go to the world?

"But how do I explain to my brothers?"

He Rong still couldn't help but feel relieved: "They gave up their bright future and followed me, but I disappointed them."

Wang Shuye and Yan Ling were immediately hit by the pain point and looked at each other speechlessly.

As He Rong said, they are not alone, and they bear the fate of many people on their shoulders.

If you can't come up with a solution as soon as possible, it will fall apart tomorrow.

"You have met Brother Fu. Do he have any plans?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Shuye reiterated the old words.

There is nothing we can do if we don’t mention it, because Fu Qinghou has always been the think tank of their small team and occupies a dominant position.

"What plan can he have? Isn't it as helpless as we do!"

He Rong said fiercely, staring at the eyes and said, "If he hadn't proposed to cooperate with Zhenwu Sect, we wouldn't have fallen into such a situation!"

Wang Shuye frowned and saw that He Rong seemed to have a deep prejudice towards Fu Qinghou.

Actually, he himself is not?

When he was pulled like a gangster, Fu Qinghou swears and patted his chest to ensure that he would definitely drive Lin Chong off the stage.

By then, the Yanhuang Wu League will be their back garden.

But what is the result?

Lin Chong's position became increasingly stable and no one could shake it.

On the contrary, they themselves were first driven out of the Wu Alliance, and then abandoned by the Zhenwu Gate, like homeless wild dogs on the roadside.

If the news spread today, I wonder how many people would laugh at them for being obsessed with greed and being a chariot.

Thinking of this, Wang Shuye's anger that he had finally suppressed began to churn again. He turned his head and looked at the martial arts hall not far away, and suddenly turned around and left.

He was even more decisive than He Rong, and he didn't even have a word of unnecessary nonsense.

"Brother Wang, where are you going?" Yan Ling was surprised and asked in a hurry.

Uncle Wang said two words without looking back: "Go home!"

“Go back to the hotel?”

"No, go back to my hometown in the northwest province."

Yan Ling and He Rong were both shocked.

Looking at the figure of Uncle Wang strode away, it took them a long time to come to their senses.

"What's wrong with Lao Wang? Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

He Rong asked Yan Ling with a puzzled look on his face.

Although he was extremely disappointed with Fu Qinghou, he never thought of leaving the capital.

The capital is the power center of the Yanhuang Republic, bringing together countless influential figures. People outside want to come in, but few are willing to leave on their own initiative.

Yan Ling was also full of doubts.

Wang Shuye’s decision was too abrupt and strange, which made him unprepared.

Yan Ling looked back at the martial arts hall where Fu Qinghou was, and hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he was soon replaced by firmness: "Let's go, let's persuade him."

He Rong followed the good deeds as he did: "Okay."

The two of them speeded up and chased in the direction where Wang Shuye disappeared.

Lin Chong had no idea that his small action actually caused the small group led by Fu Qinghou to fall apart.

At this moment, he was talking to Lu Guichen.

This is a magnificent conference hall, with a small area of ​​only about 100 square meters. However, both in terms of furnishings and layout, craftsmanship can be seen everywhere.

Simply put, it is worthy of the status and foundation of the first hidden sect of Zhenwu Sect.

Lin Chong and Lu Guichen sat in the upper head, and below were a group of senior officials of Zhenwu Sect, with more than twenty people, all of whom were martial arts masters who had achieved great success or above.

Compared with these big shots, Zong Yue, Zhao Wei and other guards suddenly seemed very eye-catching, just like a few herbivores broke into the middle of predators.

They stood behind Lin Chong without looking sideways, and faithfully performed their duties as guards, even if they were useless.

Lin Chong sat upright on the main seat with calmness and calmness, his eyes slightly turned, and he looked around without a trace.

He didn't expect that Zhenwu Sect would create such a big show.

It seems that Lu Guichen's purpose is not simply to heal his wounds.

As for what the other party’s specific demands are, Lin Chong is too lazy to think about it for the time being.

Because he has had enough troubles recently, this is not bad.

For Lin Chong, the most urgent task is to solve the threat of capturing the dragon, and everything else needs to be back.

"Are you all here?" Lu Guichen, who was sitting next to Lin Chong, coughed lightly and asked.

Li Chonghua nodded: "Except for a few elders who were in seclusion and practiced, all cadres above the hall master arrived."

"So, I announce an order."

Lu Guichen sat upright, his voice low and clear: "From today, all martial arts schools and industries under Zhenwumen will be stopped for a week."

"ah?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The cadres of Zhenwumen asked questions one by one, one by one, making the solemn meeting hall noisy as if it were a vegetable market.

There is only one core problem for them.

Why?
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