Jiang Lan frowned her slender eyebrows and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, she said in an uncertain tone: "It seems like I understand a little."

"The reason why Dan Jin is powerful is because it has an essential difference from Hua Jin."

Lin Zhongzhang saw Jiang Lan's hesitation and decided to replace words with actions, so that Jiang Lan could experience it himself: "Stretch out his hand."

"do what?"

Jiang Lan suddenly showed a look of vigilance. Instead of stretching out her hand, she hid behind her: "Don't rely on your better than me now, just think you can do whatever you want."

"Where are you thinking about?"

Lin Chong was amused and crying: "Am I that kind of person?"

"Hmph, this is indefinite."

Jiang Lan glanced at Lin Chong with a cold expression, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise: "You are in a gentle place, leaning against the red and snuggling with Cui, hugging left and right, probably your bones have been lighter, and it's not surprising that your personality has changed."

"impossible!"

Lin Chong retorted without hesitation: "I am me, I have never changed!"

Just as this sentence was said, Lin Chong suddenly keenly captured the smile that flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes, and immediately realized that she was joking with her, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Although the two have known each other for a long time, Jiang Lan is still like a cloud of fog in Lin Chong's eyes. Under her seemingly cold appearance, she has an unpredictable personality, which is unpredictable.

"I originally wanted you to see the power of the Danjin level. Since you don't want to, then forget it." Lin Chong shrugged and said lightly.

"Just just kidding, a man, why are you so stingy?"

Jiang Lan gave Lin Chong a white look and stretched out his right hand straight: "What's next? What to do?"

Lin Chong took the front half a step silently, narrowing the distance from Jiang Lan, then put her palm above her lower abdomen, close to her dantian, and then activates her inner breath.

The inner elixir located in the dantian suddenly rotates rapidly.

And during its rotation, strands of extremely pure energy flowed through the meridians and quickly into the limbs and bones.

"Boom!"

The next moment, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, an indescribable terrifying aura suddenly burst out from Lin Zhong's body, sweeping across all directions.

Jiang Lan was the first to be hit, and her muscles were tightened like a bow in an instant, just like an ordinary person who saw a tiger in the wild, his heart was pounding and his adrenaline was soaring.

"Swish!"

Jiang Lan seemed to have a spring under her feet, and she jumped three meters away in an instant.

She leaned forward, stared at Lin Chong with her eyes tightly, her pupils shrank to the size of a needle, and her right hand pressed on the long sword around her waist. Half of the sword body had been unsheathed, and she felt as if she was facing a great enemy.

The momentum that Lin Chong just burst out was really terrible, too dangerous, and too amazing!

Even though Jiang Lan knew that Lin Chong had no malicious intentions, her body still automatically made quite intense reactions. This was an instinct developed through countless battles and fights.

Lin Chong stood there without moving his steps, slowly gathering the momentum of the release into his body.

"Did you feel it?" he asked calmly.

Jiang Lan pursed her cherry lips, stood up straight, her palms removed from the hilt of the sword, and nodded with a very small amplitude.

Although she quickly recovered from her calmness, she was not calm inside. Through personal contact and feeling, she finally had the most intuitive understanding of the horror of Grand Master Danjin.

It is a kind of force that far exceeds the level of transformation and power, the most refined, the most pure, the most rigid, and the most fierce.

If the inner breath of the warrior of the Huajin War is liquid, then the inner breath of the Grand Master of Danjin is solid. The total number has not increased, but the quality is very different.

"Everyone practices different skills and different fighting methods."

Lin Chong looked directly at Jiang Lan's thoughtful eyes and said in a deep voice: "My path may not be suitable for you, so you can only serve as a reference, not a copy."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Jiang Lan raised her eyebrows, and did not appreciate Lin Chong's reminder at all. She twisted her slender waist, turned around and walked outside, waved her back to Lin Chong: "Goodbye."

Lin Chong watched Jiang Lan leave for two seconds and couldn't help laughing: "She hasn't changed."

*******

Time flies, and two days pass in a blink of an eye.

The Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference, which is held every four years, is about to be held. Thousands of warriors pour into the capital from all directions, and newspapers and news are overwhelming publicity and reports, attracting the attention of the whole world.

After sixty years of development, the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association has long become a grand event for martial artists around the world. Some powerful people who traveled across the ocean and scattered overseas have returned to China one after another.

In the international airports in Beijing, you can often see men, women, young and old walking together with solid steps and demeanor, including many blonde and blue-eyed foreigners.

But more of them are local warriors from all over the world.

They were in groups of three or five, calling their friends and talking to each other in a very lively voice, laughing from time to time as if no one was around, showing their heroic spirit and making passers-by look at him.

The warriors in the Yanhuang Republic are divided into three groups: martial arts hall, sect and military.

Among them, military warriors are extremely low-key and basically do not show up in public. Even if they show up, they will not reveal their identities to anyone.

Compared with the sect warriors, all the warriors from martial arts schools have a weak position, regardless of their number or strength.

If the martial arts world is regarded as a pyramid, then martial arts museums spread all over the country are undoubtedly in the middle and lower levels. This has nothing to do with status, but is due to the jungle law of survival of the fittest.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, those young disciples with excellent qualifications have long been poached by major sects. How could they get the turn of the martial arts hall?

There are even many students with average qualifications who regard the martial arts school as an advancement level leading to the sect.

Therefore, among the warriors who came to the capital to participate in the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association, the vast majority of the sects of warriors accounted for.

They carry a kind of arrogance that emanates from their bones, with their heads raised and their chests raised, confident and calm, like a rooster with great confidence and pride, which is easy to distinguish.

When the warriors in the world gathered in the capital, the Tianlong Sect, Wuji Sect, Yaori Sect, Baolin Sect and other hidden sects also sent teams composed of elite disciples, led by the head of the sect, and left the headquarters and set out for the capital.

The northern province, Longxiang City.

Wang Mu was wearing a moon white training suit, holding his hands behind his back, and looking around.

His hair was cut short and his beard was shaved. Under his eyebrows as dark as steel brushes, his tiger eyes were calm and unwavering, like a bottomless dark pool. Occasionally, a trace of lightning flashed through him, which was terrifying.

In front of Wang Mu, eight elite disciples of the Tianlong Sect stood straight, without looking straight, and were five men and three women. Xue Zheng, who had dealt with Lin Chong, was among them.
Chapter completed!