Are you embarrassed to talk about me?

You are obviously older than me.

Lin Chong was speechless.

The young man is obviously a trainer. His lower body is solid and his qi is full of blood. His half foot is in Mingjin, which is exactly the same as Lin Chong deliberately showed.

Although his ability is not enough in Lin Chong's eyes, it is already very good compared to ordinary people.

After all, most ordinary people cannot even achieve Mingjin.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Lin Chong decided to take the youth as the first survey subject and quickly entered the role: "But you have to try your luck, right? The society has not been peaceful recently. That kind of thing happened in Fuxi Town. I want to learn three moves and two moves to accompany you. I heard that the Tianji Martial Arts Hall is very famous, so I came."

“What happened in Fuxi Town?”

The young man with pockmarked sect looked confused.

"Don't you know?"

"have no idea."

The young man shook his head like a rattle.

It is obvious that the youth level is too low and the Wu League news blockade is done too well, so he knows nothing about what happened in Fuxi Town recently.

"Okay, goodbye."

Lin Chong turned around and left.

Just kidding, his time is precious, how can he waste it on meaningless nonsense?

Unexpectedly, Lin Chong walked so simply that the young man couldn't help but stand there.

Looking at Lin Chong's back as he walked away, after a long time, the young man spitted out three words: "Is there something wrong?"

Although Lin Chong heard the young man’s complaints, he didn’t take it seriously.

Lin Chong found that he seemed to be in some misunderstanding.

The most concerned people and grassroots warriors are always food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The so-called seven things to open the door are just firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

They actually don’t care about the intrigues and open guns and hidden arrows among hidden sects.

Because it's too far away.

For them, instead of worrying about the future of the martial arts world, it is better to think about what to eat tomorrow night.

If Lin Chong wants to hear useful information, he should go to higher-end occasions.

Thinking of this, Lin Chong slightly lifted the strength limit and raised his cultivation to the peak level of dark energy.

Then he wandered around the Tianji Martial Arts Hall, finally chose a teahouse, walked in leisurely, ordered a pot of Biluochun, and sat down by the window.

There are many warriors in the teahouse, either in pairs or in groups, talking loudly as if no one else was around, and their voices were very loud.

Lin Chong held a blue and white porcelain tea cup, smelling the quiet fragrance while releasing his perception.

In an instant, all the sounds in the entire teahouse poured into Lin Chong's ears.

These warriors are indeed talking about what happened in the martial arts world recently.

"It's going to change!"

A sigh attracted Lin Chong's attention.

The speaker sat in front of Lin Chong's side, a strong man in his thirties.

He was wearing a dark gray jacket, with a broad nose and thick hair. He was obviously in the middle of winter, but he still had his arms exposed and did not feel cold at all.

Opposite the strong man, sitting was a middle-aged man with fair skin and elegant temperament, with neat hair combed behind his head and dressed meticulously.

The reason why Lin Chong noticed them was mainly because they were very strong.

The strong man had a strong qi and blood, like a fire and a furnace, and was a master of Huajin, and at least reached the level of control.

As for middle-aged men, although they are a little weaker than strong men, they also have the cultivation level of the initial level of Huajin.

"Chen Hanzhou really became the Gangjin Martial Saint?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

When he mentioned Chen Hanzhou's name, the middle-aged man looked around and looked around, as if he was afraid that outsiders would hear it.

"It's true."

The strong man nodded with a serious expression: "When he killed Sect Xiao, I was at the scene. Sect Xiao, as the great master of the Five Qi Chao Yuan Realm, could not even break his body protection qi."

The middle-aged man took a breath.

"Then Chen Hanzhou defeated the three great masters of Zhenwu Sect, Lu Guichen, Xu Jing and Wang Lingjun, with his own strength, should it be true?"

"I can only say that the power of Gangjin Martial Saint is far beyond imagination."

The strong man seemed to feel a little dry and picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth: "I'm not afraid of you, Brother Bai, you're laughing at me. I didn't even dare to look at Chen Hanzhou directly at that time, for fear of making him unhappy, so I was pressed to death by a finger."

"We are brothers in trouble, who will laugh at you?"

The middle-aged man said bitterly: "The Tianlong Sect is so unscrupulous that he surrendered to the Wuji Sect so quickly. We who helped them with the punches are simply embarrassing, and they lose the formation."

"I've seen through them. They are all a group of guys who bully the weak and fear the strong!"

The strong man deeply agrees with the middle-aged man's words and said indignantly: "I usually show a lot of majesty, domineering, and greatness. As a result, I dare not say a single fart in front of Chen Hanzhou!"

After venting a complaint, both of them were a little uninterested.

In the final analysis, no matter how they complain, they still have to face the cold reality.

The reality is that Wuji Sect will soon replace Zhenwu Sect and become the first hidden sect, and the Yanhuang martial arts world is about to usher in a cruel reshuffle.

The first thing to bear is their local sects and martial arts schools in the eastern provinces.

The Wuji Sect's upward trend has become a foregone conclusion, and no one can stop the pace of expansion. They will inevitably pay the price for standing in the wrong team.

"Have you heard that? The Baolin School wants to negotiate with the Wuji Sect."

The strong man wrapped his arms around his chest and revealed another important news: "Qi Changlin went to Pingzhou City in person, but he didn't even see Chen Hanzhou's noodles, so he was turned away."

"The Baolin School, like us, believed in the wrong person and now can only break the teeth and swallow it in the stomach."

The middle-aged man's tone was low and helpless: "Those hidden sects are pretty good and have a deep foundation. They can imitate the relocation of the Yaori Sect. But where can we move to small families like us have no resistance in the face of the general trend?"

"With the help of Zhenwu Gate, the Yin-Yang Sect has decided to give up the foundation of the eastern province and move its headquarters to the capital."

The strong man obviously had a wide range of friendships and was well-informed: "The lack of a great master to take charge, and Elder Huajin was killed and injured. Yin and Yang Sect might have to follow the footsteps of the Hundred Ghost Sect, completely eliminated from the hidden sect, and become a vassal of the Zhenwu Sect."

"At least, the Zhenwu Sect did not ignore it like the Tianlong Sect, and helped the Yin-Yang Sect find a way out."

The middle-aged man became more and more angry as he spoke, his eyes blew fire, and he cursed with hatred: "Dog Day Dragon Sect, Dog Day Wuji Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a joking voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Oh, aren't this the owner of the Bai Pavilion and the owner of the Han Pavilion? Have you come back from Fuxi Town with your tails together?"

The strong man and the middle-aged man suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came.

The middle-aged man, the owner of the Bai Pavilion, saw the person who was talking clearly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "The surname is Huang, your mouth is still so smelly!"

A thin warrior Shi Shi Ran walked up to the two of them.

“Aren’t I telling the truth?”
Chapter completed!