In the meeting room of the Kowloon Society, two figures stood silently in front of the huge bronze statue of Guan Erye. The others who had the previous meeting had been dismissed by Zhao Heping.

Zhao He stood aside respectfully and did not speak. In front of the bronze statue, there was an old man of sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a white Tang costume, looking at the sunken palm print on the chest of the bronze statue in a daze, and reaching out to touch the rounded border of the handprint.

The old man's name is Hong Hexuan, and he is the pillar of the Kowloon Society, the only ancient warrior of the Kowloon Society. Soon after Jiang Zhen left, Zhao He immediately went to invite Hong Hexuan and asked him to see the depth of Jiang Zhen.

Hong Hexuan's hand did not leave the palm print, his half-closed eyes seemed to sense something, and a trace of shock flashed in 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 shot out by a young man in his twenties?"

The old man's mouth was full of suspicion, although he had already known the general situation earlier, but 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 weighing them repeatedly in his heart, he found that even if he couldn't do it in the air, he couldn't hit the hand prints in the air. How could a young man who was forty or fifty years younger than him have a cultivation that surpassed him.

"Look at this palm print, that Jiang Zhen at least has the cultivation of refining qi and transforming the peak of the god. Hong Hexuan secretly measured Jiang Zhen's strength in his heart. The realm of cultivation begins with refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, refining gods and returning voids, and the most difficult way to achieve refining and voiding. Hong Hexuan's cultivation strength for decades has reached the level of refining qi and transforming gods, and in the eyes of ordinary people, his strength is already like that of an immortal god.

It is not uncommon for people to reach such a realm of refining qi and transforming gods at the age of twenty, and there are such young geniuses among the sects to which Hong Hexuan belongs. But such a person either has amazing adventures, or has a strong force behind him.

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

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

Hong Hexuan's status in the Kowloon Club is higher than Zhao He's status as the president, which Zhao He knows in his heart that the president of the Kowloon Club has changed several times, but Hong Hexuan's status has not moved, and the president of each term is respectful to him and does not dare to slack off.

"Hehe, let's talk about Jiang Zhen first. Hong Hexuan smiled and said.

Just now he was standing on the other side of the conference table and answered the phone, looking at his expression at that time, there should be something urgent. After answering the phone, he turned around, his hand waved lightly in the air, and at that time his hand was shining with golden light, dazzling people couldn't open their eyes, and a palm struck out, and this palm print appeared on the bronze statue. At the same time, the people disappeared, and the cooperation gave three days to think about it. Zhao He completely described what Jiang Zhen said and did. Then he asked.

"Elder Hong, do you think we can cooperate with him?" Regarding Jiang Zhen's strength, Zhao He can only be described as powerful, he is not an ancient martial artist, and he can't see how advanced Jiang Zhen's cultivation is. So I can only ask Hong Hexuan, who is also an ancient martial artist.

"This is a rare opportunity for my Kowloon Club. Hong Hexuan nodded and said.

"If you cooperate with Jiang Zhen, will you really be able to win the Black Alliance?" Zhao He asked with a little unease. As a gang leader, you can't just look at the immediate interests, you have to start from the overall situation. The entire Yanjing City is not only the two gangs of the Kowloon Society and the Black Alliance, after destroying the Black Alliance, Zhao He also has to consider the casualties of his own gang, otherwise he may be reaped for profit.

"Jiang Zhen's strength is still above me, do you think you can win the Black Alliance?" Hong Hexuan asked rhetorically, and then said: "Don't forget to be respectful when you send someone to reply, a person who can have such cultivation at this age is not something that Jiulong will be able to offend." ”

Indeed, whether it is the unknown forces behind Jiang Zhen or Jiang Zhen's own potential, it is not a small Kowloon Club that can move. Hong Hexuan, who was also an ancient martial artist, understood the horror of a person who had truly cultivated to a high level.

"Elder Hong, I understand. I will visit him personally. Zhao He nodded and said that he would go to Jiang Zhen in person, and at the same time, there was an irrepressible excitement on his face, the three-legged situation of Yanjing City was about to be broken in his hands, and it would become the second president in the history of the Kowloon Society after the founder. The main thing is that his position can be held up forever.

After Zhao He and Hong Hexuan came out of the conference room, the entire Kowloon Guild began to move, some of them received orders to start the upcoming battle in the preparation period, and some of them wandered throughout Yanjing City, looking for Jiang Zhen's whereabouts. Jiang Zhen did not leave an address when he left, and Jiang Zhen believed that it would be easy to find his residence with the strength of the Kowloon Society if he did not hide.

Just when the Kowloon Club was busy up and down, at this time, Xie Wenbo, the leader of the Black Alliance, was in a hurry.

A few days ago, Lu Jinkun took a corner of the picture and begged the Black Alliance to let the ancient warriors in the alliance make a move, Xie Wenbo just asked Lu Jinkun how he knew about the ancient warriors of the Black Alliance, and he did not agree to help.

Although he didn't think that Jiang Zhen, a young ancient martial artist, would be very powerful, he didn't want to offend an ancient martial artist for an unknown broken map.

But just when he was about to drive Lu Jinkun away, Wei Dinghan, the elder of the Black Alliance, that is, the ancient warrior in the Black Alliance, saw the corner map, took the ancient map with an excited face, and finally agreed to Lu Jinkun's request.

Wei Dinghan agreed, and Xie Wenbo couldn't refuse. In the Black Alliance, Wei Dinghan's prestige and power as an ancient martial artist are above him, the leader of the alliance, and Xie Wenbo does not dare to disobey Wei Dinghan's will at all.

Wei Dinghan made a move, Xie Wenbo thought it would be a simple matter, but what he didn't expect was that Wei Dinghan was covered in blood that morning and returned with serious injuries.

The ancient warrior is the pillar of any of the three major gangs, and if something happens to the ancient warrior, then that gang will be in danger. Xie Wenbo was anxious, but he could only be anxious, he had nothing to do about Wei Dinghan's injury, all he could do was to block the news to prevent other gangs from taking advantage of others.

Just today, there was something from below the Black Alliance that made him even more worried. His subordinate Song Ziqiang was beaten, and he also brought him a message that Jiang Zhen would visit in a few days.

Judging from Song Ziqiang's description, Jiang Zhen's injury has simply recovered. The enemy will come to take revenge in a few days, but the ancient warrior on his side is seriously injured and has not yet recovered.

Xie Wenbo walked around the study several times, and finally ignored Wei Dinghan's order not to disturb, and went directly to him to discuss.