"You two go get busy, I'll take care of it here!" Ling Jie beckoned to the two security guards and said confidently. At this time, Ling Jie had already remembered who the old man in front of him was. If his guess is right, this old man must be the old man he met in southern Xinjiang last time. I was also secretly reminding myself in my heart that this old man should also recognize himself.

"You, you're not dead?" Wen Xiang was stunned, and the crutch in his hand had fallen to the ground. "Uncle, you're curious, aren't you! Come with me, I'll talk to you! Ling Jie came to the old man, picked up the crutches on the ground, handed it to Wen Xiang, and walked into the game city.

This was not a place to talk at all, Ling Jie could only invite him to the office. He didn't want to let more people know about it. This is what Ling Jie is most worried about.

Wen Xiang was stunned and followed. This kid has a long life. is not dead yet, Wen Xiang's heart also changed from shock to worship. If Ling Jie is willing to accept apprentices, Wen Xiang will worship him as a master. There is no age distinction for a martial arts practitioner. Wen Xiang has always taken martial arts very seriously. For him, identity is no longer important. Just ask for a master to teach yourself how to break through the current bottle.

Here I mention here, the martial arts realm level of Huaguo: Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial Sect, Martial Soul, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Immortal. Each grade is divided into three levels, junior high school and high school, which are all closely related. In Huaguo, where martial arts are now in decline, being able to practice martial arts to the realm of martial arts is an existence against the sky. And, at present, Wen Xiang is a master of martial arts, and he is currently at a high level. It had taken ten years, and he had not yet broken through to this level and been promoted to Martial Sect. It's something he's been struggling with. As soon as Ling Jie and Wen Xiang left, the people who were watching just now also quietly left here.

Ten o'clock, Ling Jie's office.

"Tell me, what did you come to me for?" Ling Jie sat on the sofa and beckoned Wen Xiang to sit down. In his heart, he secretly looked at the old man in front of him, his martial arts level.

Last night, Ling Jie also checked the hierarchy of the Huaguo martial arts world. This is really a coincidence, I only saw it last time in southern Xinjiang, and this time I bumped into this old man again.

"Humph!" Wen Xiang put his crutches aside and sat opposite Ling Jie: "You tell me first, how did you get out." I wondered, why did you come out unharmed? After thinking about it, Wen Xiang still planned to express the doubts in his heart.

If Ling Jie really learned the real skills in Southern Xinjiang, he would definitely learn from him. These are all things he has already thought about. And, an intuition in my heart tells myself. The little doll in front of him is not simple, so Wen Xiang doesn't know where the fear came out of his heart.

At the moment when he saw Ling Jie in Southern Xinjiang, he was a little scared in his heart. In his life, he had never encountered such a thing, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What can you do if I don't say it?" A mysterious look flashed across Ling Jie's face, making Wen Xiang's heart jump straight away. At this moment, he was scared.

What seemed like a simple sentence just now made Wen Xiang feel an unprecedented sense of fear in his heart. He knew that Ling Jie wasn't joking. If he really fights with Ling Jie, he will definitely fall behind.