After hearing Du Huaizhen's words, the handsome young man couldn't help but feel turbulent.

“Yes, Master.”

But in the end, the handsome young man suppressed all his distractions, fell to the ground, and bowed respectfully to Du Huaizhen, who was sitting upright on the nine-level tower.

No matter what he thought, he had to complete Du Huaizhen's orders without any discount.

Because Du Huaizhen is not only his master, but also the leader of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance who controls the lives and deaths of countless people. Their relationship is destined to be impossible to be as close as ordinary masters and apprentices.

Moreover, as the disciple who has been with Du Huaizhen for the longest, the handsome young man knows Du Huaizhen far more than others.

He heard some unknown meaning from Du Huaizhen's calm tone.

"My junior brother, work hard."

The handsome young man's forehead was pressed against the ground, and a thought flashed through his mind: "You have actually disappointed your master. Next, you can only ask for more blessings."

The northern province, Longxiang City.

Wang Mu stood in the middle of the wide and flat martial arts training ground with his hands on his back, looking up at the clear sky, his tall and burly body standing like a gun, motionless.

His hair was a little messy, like steel needles, erected to the sky, giving people a hard feeling, and his jaw also grew thick short whiskers, covering half of his face, making him look like he was aged in a teenager.

However, Wang Mu's eyes were extremely bright and sharp.

Not far away from Wang Mu, there were a group of young men and women. Their eyes looked at Wang Mu were filled with admiration and awe, and they wanted to get close but didn't dare.

"Why, don't you know me anymore?" Wang Mu retracted his gaze, turned his eyes to peace, swept across the faces of the young men and women, and asked with a smile.

The young men and women rushed up and surrounded Wang Mu in the middle, talking all over and flatteringly.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

"From now on, the eldest brother will be the veritable number one among the young strong men in the Yanhuang martial arts world!"

"Those guys from Zhenwu Sect are usually arrogant and don't take our Tianlong Sect seriously. How are you doing now? You're still being suppressed by the senior brother!"

"Don't they often regard themselves as the top sect? Now they lose to the senior brother. Let's see if they have any faces to be arrogant in front of us!"

"In two days, the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference will be held. If they meet, their faces will definitely be very exciting, especially Ning Zheng's little face. I guess he would want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in?"

Everyone said and said something, their faces turned red and they were very excited, and they were happier than Wang Mu himself.

"Quiet!"

Wang Mu frowned and raised his hand to press it down. The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

The huge martial arts training ground suddenly became silent.

"How happy is it to break through by luck?"

Wang Mu looked around with a serious and calm expression, and did not get carried away because of the praises of his junior brothers and sisters: "The object I want to surpass is never Ning Zheng."

The young men and women looked at each other, and they were a little confused.

Even though the eldest brother has already become a great master whom everyone admires, who else can he still want to surpass? Does Du Huaizhen, the leader of the Yanhuang Wu Alliance?

It's too difficult, right?

Wang Mu was too lazy to explain to them, and waved his hand to drive the people away: "Let's go."

"Goodbye, senior brother!"

The young men and women hugged their fists to Wang Mu and said goodbye in an instant, birds and beasts scattered.

Wang Mu looked down at his hands. His palms were wide, thick and rough, his nails were neatly cut, and his index finger, middle finger and ring finger were as long as they were. This was a symbol of the peak of his practice.

"Brother Lin, although you are one step ahead, I still caught up."

Wang Mu's face was as deep as water, and there seemed to be a flame flashing deep in his pupils: "I really want to know who is stronger, you or me? Come and participate in the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association. Such a grand event is the stage suitable for us born seeking Taoists!"

*******

Donghai City, Xicheng District.

Lin Chong was dressed in casual clothes, straightened his back, and sat in the spacious and bright living room, talking to Feng Nan and Jiang Lan who came from the capital.

Feng Nan and Jiang Lan sat side by side. Unlike before, they were dressed casually, but when they walked and stood, they all showed the soldiers' decisive, capable and decisive temperament.

"The higher authorities sent me to see you mainly for three things." Feng Nan did not have any extra polite words and went straight to the point.

Lin Chong nodded slightly: "Please speak."

"The first thing is that given your current strength and identity, you are no longer suitable to continue to perform confidential tasks, so the above decision to revoke your position in Beidou, and there are other important arrangements."

Feng Nan speaks very fast and has a clear and powerful pronunciation: "Of course, your Pojun code name is still retained. As a special code name, it will only belong to you in the future."

Lin Chong's eyes drooped, and he listened quietly without saying a word.

"The second thing, starting today, Jiang Lan and I will serve as your assistants and cooperate with you in the work until a new appointment is issued."

Hearing this, Lin Chong's expression finally changed.

Lin Chong raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Nan's face, showing the intention of asking for advice.

Feng Nan signaled him to be calm and continued: "The third thing is also the most important thing. At the upcoming Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference, you must seize the opportunity to gain a place within the Martial Alliance."

Lin Chong became more and more confused as he heard it, and he couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"The above three things are related to each other, and I don't know the specific reasons."

Feng Nan changed his tone: "However, according to my guess, there may be something big about the Wu League."

She paused for two seconds, raised her index finger, pointed to the top of her head, and added meaningfully: "It involves the highest level of major events, so the above has to make arrangements in advance to prevent accidents."

"The highest level?"

Lin Chong's pupils shrank: "Is Du Huaizhen?"

"Um."

Feng Nan nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and changed to a more relaxed sitting position: "Of course, everything is my guess. Who can really guess what the priest thinks?"

Lin Chong pondered for a long time.

Feng Nan did not disturb Lin Chong's thinking and always maintained excellent patience because she knew very well that Lin Chong would not be too cautious when facing major decisions that affected his fate.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse, and the superiors will not hold them accountable. This is a privilege as a grandmaster." Jiang Lan said suddenly.

"I don't want to do it, I just don't know where to start."

Lin Chong frowned and said in a deep voice: "I have no connections, no prestige, no status, and no resources. How easy is it to enter the Martial Alliance in a short time?"

"You're underestimating yourself."
Chapter completed!