In the conference room of the Kowloon Society, two figures stood silently in front of the huge bronze statue of Guan Er Ye. Everyone else who had been in the previous meeting had been dismissed by Zhao He.

Zhao He stood aside respectfully and said nothing. In front of the bronze statue was an old man in his sixties or seventies, wearing a white Tang suit. He was staring blankly at the sunken palm print on the chest of the bronze statue, and reached out to touch the round handprint.

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The old man's name was Hong Hexuan, and he was the mainstay of the Kowloon Society and the only ancient warrior in the Kowloon Society. Shortly after Jiang Hen left, Zhao He immediately invited Hong Hexuan to let him see how serious Jiang Hen was.

Hong Hexuan's hand did not leave the palm print, and his half-closed eyes seemed to be sensing something. A trace of shock flashed through his slightly closed eyes.

After a long time, Hong Hexuan opened his eyes, looked at Zhao He on the side and asked, "President Zhao, is this palm print really made by a twenty-year-old boy from the air?"

The old man's mouth was full of suspicion. Although he already knew the general outline of the matter earlier, after seeing the palm print, the old man still couldn't believe it.

He carefully looked at the palm prints on the bronze statue, and after repeated calculations in his mind, he found that even he couldn't hit the palm prints in the air. A young man who was forty or fifty years younger than him actually had a cultivation level that surpassed him.

How can this not be shocking?

"Look at this palm print, that Jiang Hen at least has the cultivation level of the peak state of refining qi and transforming into a god." Hong Hexuan secretly measured Jiang Hen's strength in his heart. The realm of cultivation begins with refining qi, refining qi to transform into a god, and refining the god returns to emptiness.

As well as the most difficult thing to achieve, the practice of refining the void and combining the Tao. Hong Hexuan's decades of cultivation have reached the point where he can refine qi and become a god. In the eyes of ordinary people, his strength is already like that of an immortal god.

There are many people who can reach such a state of refining energy and transforming into gods when they are around twenty years old. There are such young geniuses in the sect to which Hong Hexuan belongs. However, such people either have amazing adventures or have the support of powerful forces behind them.

Thinking of this, Hong Hexuan couldn't help but guess Jiang Hen's identity.

Hong Hexuan asked, and Zhao He immediately replied respectfully: "Mr. Hong, just call me by my name when no one is around."

Hong Hexuan's status in the Kowloon Association is higher than that of Zhao He's president. Zhao He knows this in his heart. The president of the Kowloon Association has changed several times, but Hong Hexuan's status has not changed. Every president

They were all respectful to him and did not dare to neglect him.

"Haha, let's talk about Jiang Hen first." Hong Hexuan said with a smile.

"Just now he was standing on the other side of the conference table and answered a phone call. Judging from his expression at that time, he must have something urgent. After answering the phone, he turned around and waved his hand gently in the air. At that time

His hand shone with golden light, so dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes. He struck out with his palm, and the palm print appeared on the bronze statue. At the same time, the person disappeared, and the matter of cooperation was given three days to consider." Zhao

He completely described what Jiang Hen said and did. Then he asked again.

"Mr. Hong, do you think we can cooperate with him?" Regarding Jiang Hen's strength, Zhao He could only describe it as "powerful". He was not an ancient warrior, and he couldn't see how advanced Jiang Hen was. So.

We can only ask Hong Hexuan, who is also an ancient warrior.

"Cooperation, this is a rare opportunity for me, the Kowloon Club." Hong Hexuan nodded and said.

"If we cooperate with Jiang Hen, can we really take down the Black Alliance?" Zhao He asked still a little uneasy. As a gang leader, you can't just look at the immediate interests, you have to consider the overall situation. The entire Yanjing City

Not only did the two gangs, the Kowloon Society and the Black Alliance, destroy the Black Alliance, Zhao He also had to consider the casualties of his own gang, otherwise others might take advantage of them.

"Jiang Hen's strength is still better than mine. Do you think you can win the Black Alliance?" Hong Hexuan asked back, and then said: "When you send people to reply, don't forget to be respectful. At this age, you can

The Kowloon Society cannot offend someone with such a level of cultivation."

Indeed, neither the unknown forces behind Jiang Hen nor Jiang Hen's personal potential can be touched by a small Kowloon Society. Hong Hexuan, who is also an ancient warrior, better understands the terror of people with truly advanced cultivation.

"Mr. Hong, I understand. I will visit him personally." Zhao He nodded and said that he would go to Jiang Hen personally. At the same time, there was uncontrollable excitement on his face. The three-legged situation in Yanjing City was about to be in his hands.

If it is broken, he will become the second president in the history of the Kowloon Association after the founder. The most important thing is that his position can always be stable.

After Zhao He and Hong Hexuan came out of the conference room, the entire Kowloon Society began to move. Some people received orders to start preparing for the upcoming battle, and some people wandered throughout Yanjing City, looking for

The whereabouts of Jiang Hen. Jiang Hen did not leave an address when he left. Jiang Hen believed that it would be easy to find his residence with the strength of the Kowloon Society if he did not hide it.

While the Kowloon Society was busy working non-stop, Xie Wenbo, the leader of the Black Alliance, was very worried.

A few days ago, Lu Jinkun took a small picture and begged the Black Alliance to let the ancient warriors from the alliance take action. Xie Wenbo just asked Lu Jinkun how he knew about the ancient warriors from the Black Alliance, but did not agree to help.

Although he didn't think Jiang Hen, a young ancient warrior, would be that powerful, he didn't want to offend an ancient warrior for an unknown and broken picture.

But just when he was about to drive away Lu Jinkun, Wei Dinghan, the veteran of the Black Alliance, who was the ancient warrior in the Black Alliance, saw the corner of the map, grabbed the ancient map with excitement, and finally agreed to Lu Jinkun's request.

Wei Dinghan agreed, and Xie Wenbo could not refuse. In the Black Alliance, Wei Dinghan, as an ancient warrior, had more prestige and power than he, the alliance leader, and Xie Wenbo did not dare to disobey Wei Dinghan's wishes.

When Wei Dinghan took action, Xie Wenbo thought it would be a simple matter, but what he didn't expect was that Wei Dinghan came back with blood all over his body that morning and was seriously injured.

The ancient warrior is the backbone of any of the three major gangs. If something happens to the ancient warrior, that gang will be in danger. Xie Wenbo is anxious, but he can only act anxiously. He has no way to deal with Wei Dinghan's injury.

, all he can do is to block the news to prevent other gangs from taking advantage of him.

Just today, something came from the Black League that made him even more worried. His subordinate Song Ziqiang was beaten, and a message was sent to him saying that Jiang Hen would visit in a few days.

Judging from Song Ziqiang's description, Jiang Hen's injuries have basically recovered. The enemy will come for revenge within a few days, but the ancient warrior on his side is seriously injured and has not yet recovered.
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