Hong Jinhyun’s voice is very low, as thin as a mosquito.

It is almost inaudible in the noisy surrounding environment.

In fact, no one heard that sentence except himself and Lin Zhong.

As a martial arts master with half a foot in Danjin, this little skill of transmitting sounds into secrets is not difficult for Hong Zhenxuan.

Lin Zhong's expression remained unchanged, but he gave Hong Zhenxuan a thoughtful look.

He didn't expect that the other party would choose to show his loyalty at this time.

Maybe it's because I saw something.

However, motivation doesn't matter.

What matters is the meaning behind it.

Hong Zhenxuan represents the Dongwu Federation, and the Dongwu Federation represents the local forces in Donghai City such as Sixiang Martial Arts School, Tianji Martial Arts School, Zhenyue Martial Arts School, and Nutao Martial Arts School.

If we can get their support, the reform plan of the martial arts industry can be implemented more smoothly.

"good."

Lin Zhong had a calm expression on his face. He withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward. He casually dropped a few words: "Then I'll wait and see."

Hong Zhenxuan said no more and returned to the crowd with Yan Lingtian, Du Chaoqun and others.

"What did you say to Leader Lin?"

Yan Lingtian grabbed Hong Zhenxuan's wrist and asked in a deep voice.

Facing Yan Lingtian's sharp eyes, Hong Zhenxuan said with a calm demeanor: "It's very simple, I just made a bet on Alliance Leader Lin and Wu Alliance."

Du Chaoqun and the other disciples were confused when they heard this.

Yan Lingtian understood.

As his thoughts raced, Yan Lingtian frowned: "Don't you think it's a bit risky? The Wuji Sect and the Martial Alliance haven't decided yet, so why place a bet in advance?"

"It's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to provide help when it's time."

Hong Zhenxuan dusted his sleeves and said seriously: "Besides, Leader Lin personally came to attend the Wuji Sect's celebration ceremony, which in itself proves a lot of things."

"oh?"

Yan Lingtian's brows relaxed slightly: "Brother Hong, please help me clear up my doubts."

"Have you noticed that Alliance Leader Lin looks very good? It's completely different from what the rumors describe?"

Hong Zhenxuan stared at the figure in the distance, and after a long time he calmly spoke.

"Of course I found it."

Yan Lingtian was quite impatient and urged: "Brother Hong, can you stop playing riddles?"

"It means that in just half a month, Alliance Leader Lin's injuries have completely healed, and even improved."

Hong Zhenxuan's eyes flashed, and his tone remained calm: "It will take a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, let alone a serious injury in which the inner elixir collapses and life span is damaged? Looking at the world, who do you think can cure it in half a month?

Hao Lin Alliance Leader?"

Hong Zhenxuan thought for more than ten seconds, his pupils suddenly dilated, showing strong shock: "You mean His Excellency Du Huaizhen took action?"

"Besides this conclusion, I can't think of any other possibility."

Hong Zhenxuan nodded slowly: "Only His Excellency the Zhenguo Martial Saint Du Huaizhen can create that kind of miracle and help Leader Lin recast the inner elixir and replenish his lifespan."

Yan Lingtian felt his lips go dry: "In other words, His Excellency Du Huaizhen will stop Chen Hanzhou from going against the grain and acting wantonly? But hasn't he retired?"

"Who can guess what Martial Saint is thinking? Maybe Alliance Leader Lin asked His Excellency Du Huaizhen to come out again?"

Hong Zhenxuan didn't want to continue the discussion and decided to end the topic: "Anyway, there will definitely be something good to watch today, just wait and see."

Before Yan Lingtian could continue to ask questions, a loud roll call suddenly came from the mountain gate:

"His Excellency Zhenwu Sect Li Chonghua has arrived!"

"His Excellency Ji Hengqiu of Tianlong Sect has arrived!"

"His Excellency Lu Fushen from Donghua has arrived!"

"Your Excellency Ruyun has arrived at the Ruyi Gate!"

"Headmaster Bai Wuya of the Yin Yang Sect has arrived!"

Four thunderous names were announced in succession, which made the Wuji disciple in charge of the roll call so tired that his voice was almost hoarse.

The crowd that had just dispersed suddenly became commotion again.

"Zhenwu Sect and Tianlong Sect are actually here too?"

"Wujimen is so proud!"

"Your Excellency Chen Hanzhou has joined the ranks of Gangjin Martial Saints. This is a rare event in the Yanhuang martial arts world for a century. Who dares to be shameless after receiving the invitation?"

"The ten major hidden sects, including the Yaori Sect, the Baolin Sect, and the expelled Baigui Sect, are they all here?"

A short, stocky, and honest-looking warrior clasped his fingers.

"The Yaori Sect is far away in the northwest province, so it's understandable that they won't come, but are the Baolin Sect really planning to break up with the Wuji Sect?"

Another middle-aged warrior with a big belly nearby shook his head, full of doubts.

"Haha, Master Tao, you are not well-informed. The Baolin Sect broke up with the Wuji Sect two days ago, and now they are like headless flies, asking for help from everywhere!"

"So, the Wuji Sect is going to take action against the Baolin Sect?"

"Definitely, how can you allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the bed? What's more, the Baolin sect is arrogant and domineering. This end is entirely their own fault."

"Hush! Everyone, talk less, be careful of the trouble coming from your mouth!"

Everyone was talking and looking towards the mountain gate.

The first thing I saw was the thin and clear face of Li Chonghua, the deputy head of the Zhenwu Sect.

Li Chonghua is wearing a green Taoist robe, with the word "Zhenwu" embroidered on the left chest. The cuffs and collar are outlined with exquisite and complicated patterns with golden silk thread. The clothes are fluttering, with wide sleeves and long lapels. Together with his indifferent and calm demeanor, he has an air of immortality.

Bai Wuya, the head of the Yin Yang Sect, walked side by side with Li Chonghua.

Compared with the latter, Bai Wuya is much inferior in both style and magnanimity.

Especially his stern face, gloomy expression, and no smile, as if someone owed money, made it even more unpleasant to look at.

Not far behind the two of them, Ji Hengqiu, the deputy head of the Tianlong Sect, was alone, without any disciples around him, and was going up the mountain alone.

After Ji Hengqiu, there were Lu Fushen, the head of the Donghua Sect, and He Ruyun, the deputy head of the Ruyi Sect, both of whom came with many followers.

Lu Fushen is tall and handsome, a rare handsome man. When he was young, he practiced abroad and charmed many young girls.

Although he is older now, he is still in his prime. His handsome appearance has not changed significantly, but has a more mature and vicissitudes of temperament.

"Grandma He, after so many years, we meet again."

Lu Fushen took the initiative to say hello to He Ruyun.

He Rujun has white hair, a stooped back, and wrinkles on his face that look like ravines. He is holding a cane in his hand and looks quite good.

She was supported by Lin Wan, the senior sister of the Ruyi Sect. She raised her eyelids, glanced at Lu Fushen, and said slowly: "Is Old Man Yu dead?"

When Lu Fuchen heard this, his expression froze. He was stunned for two seconds before he smiled bitterly and said: "What did Grandma Yu say? Uncle, he is in good health and gets younger as he lives. How could he die?"

"Really? That's a pity."

He Ruyun shook her head with regret: "I still want to spit in front of his grave."
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