Ruijin Building.

"The slave family congratulates Deputy Envoy Ling on his achievement of [Martial Form], and it is a blessing that my Martial Alliance has added another martial artist." The beautiful woman came and covered her mouth and smiled.

Ling Xiangshan quietly pushed away the beautiful woman who wanted to lean on his side: "The poisonous lady is falsely praised, Ling is ashamed." ”

"Deputy Envoy Ling doesn't have to be humble, the moment he becomes a martial artist, I will be extraordinary." The face under the mask of the main door of the iron mask squeezed out a stiff smile.

"I'll talk about the celebration later, if I don't go to the banquet hall again, I am afraid that Gongzi He will have to wait in a hurry." The poisonous lady motioned for the attendant to lead the way, and the three of them walked side by side.

As soon as he entered the banquet hall, Ling Xiangshan looked at the figure on the central throne, and his heart sank slightly.

The strong man of the Wumeng [childish], He Gongzi, is said to be a young strong man who came out of one of the eight branches within the Wumeng.

Ling Xiangshan sat at the end of the right side, and immediately a beautiful maid stepped forward to pour wine for him.

If he hadn't been able to achieve [Martial Form], there wouldn't be a place for him here.

"Tomorrow is the beginning of the finals, and it is also the moment when the Wumeng announces its return to the world!" He Gongzi's face was proud, and the flame called ambition was burning.

As one of the eight branches of the Martial Alliance, the young sect master of the Guiyuan Shangzong, everything he is doing now is to prepare for his future position as the leader of the Martial Alliance.

That's right, it's not the sect master of the eight branches, but the leader of the entire Martial Alliance.

At the age of twenty-nine, he who has inspired seventy fine holes, and he is also qualified to covet this position.

"If there is any son, just Jin Ning can be killed." The owner of the iron-faced door raised his wine glass and complimented.

"Giggles, I don't need He Gongzi to make a move, the slave family and I can destroy the Jinning County Martial Pavilion alone."

Several martial artists pushed cups and changed lamps, and Ling Xiangshan occasionally echoed two sentences, and more often they were thinking about countermeasures.

In a head-to-head duel, their side did not have the slightest chance of winning, the strongest pavilion master only had more than thirty fine holes, and the weakest iron-faced gate master of the Martial Alliance had already activated more than twenty-five fine holes.

I was going to ask for help from the surrounding counties, but it turned out that the nearest Qianshui County and Yunshan County had already been attacked by the Wumeng, and the high-level people in the county were killed and wounded, and there was no extra strength to rush to aid Jinning.

After receiving the news, the head of the Jinning County Guard and the Military Department not only did not have the idea of cooperating with each other, but instead shrank in the corner, just seeking to protect themselves, not to mention the soldiers of the military department, and now they can't even mobilize the police officers of the Public Security Department.

As a parent official, such behavior really made him feel cold.

The only ones who can be mobilized are all the members of the Martial Pavilion, as well as the two foreign aides of the Cheng'an Martial Arts Pavilion Master and Deputy Chen Pavilion.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, He Gongzi got up and saluted Ling Xiangshan from afar.

"Deputy Envoy Ling, so many years of undercover career, it's really hard, when Jinning County is done, would you like to join me as an elder of the Yuan Shangzong?"

He planned to draw this new martial artist into his faction, and the eight branches within the Martial Alliance were not peaceful, and the filth between them was not much worse than the Great Abyss.

Almost everyone who can hold real power in the Wumeng belongs to one of the eight branches, or has an inextricable relationship with them.

There are lone rangers, but if you want to really hold power, unless you are strong, you have almost no chance.

If this Ling Xiangshan is interested in joining the Guiyuan Shangzong and serving as an elder, it is not impossible to say that he is making a higher position in the future, but if he refuses, he will only have no right to be idle, as his hard work for many years undercover.

"Ling, thank you Gongzi He." Ling Xiangshan stood up and saluted back.

He was ready to die in the battle, but before that, he still had to think of it as a snake, in case he relied on his identity to successfully attack a martial artist of a martial alliance, the result might change.

"Good!" When He Gongzi saw Ling Xiangshan like this, the smile on his face became a little thicker.

A martial artist bowed his head and said it, and it was also a big long face.

Seeing this scene, the master of the iron-faced gate, the poisonous lady, and the host of the Duren Temple got up to congratulate them.

"Deputy Envoy Ling, no, Elder Ling, please take care of me in the future."

"Amitabha, the old monk wishes Elder Ling good luck!"

"Elder Ling, after you soar, don't forget the slave family." The poisonous lady's afterglow swept over Ling Xiangshan's sturdy muscles, and she couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and glanced at his lower body a few more times, her cheeks flushed with a suspicious flush.

He Gongzi smiled faintly and drank all the wine in the cup.

"The four of you are all elders of my Returning Yuan Sect, so you must be close to each other."

"Yes, Young Sect Master!"

……

"The finals of the Jinning County Martial Arts Hall Competition are about to start, please let us welcome Jinning County Juncheng, Qiu Shixing, and Lord Qiu to deliver a speech!"

A gray-haired old man was helped onto the stage by the two, looking at his trembling appearance, the audience couldn't help but worry about him, for fear that if he couldn't stand steadily, people would pass.

"Ahem, uh, gentlemen, ladies, it's an honor to ...... for the annual Jinning Martial Arts Hall Competition"

Yan Feng put his hands behind his back and looked at the old man on the stage silently, the county guard hid in his basement, and arranged for the police officers of the Public Security Department to arrange countless lines of defense around him, but the county chose to stand up at this time, how ironic.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, he asked without looking back, "Are you ready?" ”

Ling Xiangshan looked at the pavilion master's slightly rickety back and responded.

"The audience at the venue has all been replaced, and they are all martial arts pavilion personnel and the head coach of the martial arts hall who came voluntarily."

"The strength of the martial arts of the Martial Alliance is far beyond ours." Ling Xiangshan stepped forward, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Yan Feng.

"The doctor said that if I wanted to live more, I would have to smoke less." Yan Feng waved his hand, without meaning to take it.

Shaking his head with a smile, Ling Xiangshan lit himself on fire.

"Even the one with more side effects was used, and I still refused to smoke a cigarette."

Gently exhaled a puff of smoke, and the smoke was filled: "Pavilion Master, in fact, after I looked for you that night, you already knew it."

If you believe in me unconditionally, you won't be afraid that I'm actually ......"

Yan Feng's gaze swept over the subordinate he had promoted all the way, as if recalling the scene when he met him at the gate of the Martial Pavilion, everything was as if it had just happened yesterday, and he remembered it vividly.

"It's not those that matter, it's your current status, isn't it, Deputy Pavilion Master Ling."

His eyes swept over the audience, and Yan Feng's tone was a little puzzled: "By the way, why hasn't Deputy Pavilion Master Chen arrived yet?" ”

"The train that Deputy Pavilion Master Chen was taking, but the train did not arrive at the time when it was supposed to arrive, I contacted him, he said that there was a small accident and was speeding up.

But he reassured us, saying that as the deputy pavilion master of the Martial Pavilion, he would definitely guard until the last moment. ”

"Chen Zhenwu really cultivated a good child." Yan Feng exclaimed.

"You will tell him later, if you really can't resist, don't fight to the death, and find a chance to avenge us later.

Seventeen-year-old martial artist, he is the future of our Great Abyss, and he can't die here in vain. ”

"Got it, Pavilion Master." Ling Xiangshan's expression became a little serious.