The person standing in front of Xiang Yi was wearing a white shirt and suit pants.

With gold-rimmed glasses on his face, he looks polite.

"You"

A look of confusion flashed across Xiang Yan's face.

He vaguely felt a touch of familiarity with this face.

However, due to brain trauma, most of the memory is lost.

All of a sudden,

Xiang Yan couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.

He clutched his head, desperately remembering.

Then.

Zhao Zhenfeng, who was in the room, also turned his head to look at the door.

When the figure of the visitor came into view, he was stunned at first.

Followed by

Quickly become gloomy.

"You are. Shen Ziming? ”

"Sun Yihe, that old man's new disciple?"

Zhao Zhenfeng said with a frown.

Sun Yihe, the master of Yihemen, is one of the members of the Chinese Wushu Association.

It is very incompatible with Xiang Li, the sect leader of the Li Sect.

If you use Xiang Li's words to describe the other party.

That is the president of the Wushu Association, Li Wuji's most loyal dog.

now

The members of the Wushu Association were basically drawn up by Li Wuji.

Even the sect to which they belong is so.

Only Sun Yihe is an exception.

The other party and Li Wuji were old acquaintances when they were young, and they were brothers-like existences.

When Li Wuji obtained official permission to establish the Wushu Association and prepare for his ambitions, he joined in and assisted Li Wuji to grow the Wushu Association step by step.

At the last meeting, he opened his mouth and directly scolded Xiang Li for being an old man with a dog, who was Sun Yihe.

"Hello Senior Brother Zhao."

After Zhao Zhenfeng spoke, Shen Ziming also looked at him.

He walked past Xiang Yan, who was standing still, and walked into the room with a smile on his face.

"The last time we met, it was at the apprenticeship ceremony."

"Zhao Zhenfeng of the Jiuwen Lizong——"

As soon as Shen Ziming took a step, he saw Zhao Zhenfeng's gaze condensed, and his fingers popped out.

Swish!

A white shadow flashed before his eyes.

This was followed by the sound of breaking the air.

Bang!

The ceramic saucer was submerged into the foot surface in front of Shen Ziming, and it was not damaged in the slightest.

It can be seen that Zhao Zhenfeng has control over power.

"I haven't allowed you to enter my room yet."

"Dirty."

Zhao Zhenfeng looked at Shen Ziming coldly, and there was no politeness in his words.

Undisguised malice emanated from him.

Like a ferocious beast, it pounced on Shen Ziming, stimulating goosebumps on his body.

But Shen Ziming smiled, and didn't seem to take the other party's threat to heart at all.

It is very normal for Yihemen and Lizong disciples to meet.

Nowadays, among the many sects of the Wushu Association, Lizong is the most powerful and the most powerful.

But it also has many enemies.

The other sects of the Martial Arts Association stared at Li Zong like beasts that had been hungry for a long time.

As soon as Lizong showed the slightest weakness, these beasts would rush up, tear them to pieces, and swallow them into their stomachs.

In the face of the weak warriors on the side of Fuhai Province, Zhao Zhenfeng remained polite, which was the mercy of the strong for the weak.

But facing Shen Ziming, who is also a disciple of the association.

Between his words and deeds.

There is only the simplest and most direct brutality and domineering.

It's a pity.

In the face of Zhao Zhenfeng's undisguised malice, Shen Ziming did not show the slightest timidity.

"Senior Brother Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

His smile remained unchanged, he raised his foot and stepped directly over the saucer in front of him, slowly approaching Zhao Zhenfeng.

Zhao Zhenfeng sat on the chair and did not move.

But the atmosphere between the two has become more and more solemn.

So much so that standing at the door, it was not easy to remember who Shen Ziming was, and he shrank his head and didn't dare to make a sound.

"I'm just here to do something on my master's orders."

"By the way. Let's fulfill the duty of mutual supervision between the committee members, Senior Brother Zhao doesn't mind, right? ”

Shen Ziming said to himself.

Walking to the tea table, he was even more skillful, and directly moved a chair and sat down.

From start to finish,

Zhao Zhenfeng didn't speak again.

Knock, knock, knock.

His eyes were downcast, and his fingertips tapped at a slow rhythm on the tabletop.

Tiny cracks spread outward from where their fingers landed.

"Huh?"

This scene was naturally seen by Shen Ziming.

He looked at Zhao Zhenfeng with some surprise on his face.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"Why don't you make tea and entertain me?"

Click!

Sawdust splashing.

On the tabletop, a pit the size of a finger appeared, and there were obvious cracks that continued to extend outward.

"If others know about this, they may think that Lizong has been so arrogant, and they don't care about the Yihe sect of the committee members."

"Right?"

Shen Ziming smiled even brighter.

Between words, there is a meaning.

The voice fell.

The fierce momentum slowly dissipated.

Although I really want to kill Shen Ziming with one punch.

But Zhao Zhenfeng knew that the other party was not just an inconspicuous small character like Chen Sheng of the Eagle Body Gate, but a disciple of the members of the association.

Something must have happened here.

For Li Zong, for Master Xiang Li, it will be very unfavorable.

"If you have something, just say it."

"It's okay to get out."

Zhao Zhenfeng snorted coldly, still had no intention of making tea for entertainment.

"Of course there is."

"I went to the martial arts association in the afternoon, but I heard something bad."

Seeing that Zhao Zhenfeng did not move.

Shen Ziming didn't mind, he directly crossed the other party, picked up the teapot on the table and began to receive water.

"President Li ordered many members to manage the martial arts community in various parts of China, so that we can support the local martial artists and unite their strength to deal with the celestial beings who may awaken in the coming period."

"But I've heard that Lizong actually directly banned the elixir resources of most of the martial arts sects in Fuhai Province."

"With such an act, Li Zong is not afraid of affecting the stability of the martial arts community in Fuhai Province?"

"If it causes any trouble, you Lizong, can you afford it?"

Between words.

The smile on Shen Ziming's face faded.

He stared at Zhao Zhenfeng with an extremely serious expression.

"Naturally, it deserves it."

Zhao Zhenfeng did not shy away from meeting Shen Ziming's gaze and raised his head slightly.

"Again."

"The weak are nothing but cannon fodder in front of the heavens."

"Instead of wasting resources on them, it is better to use them to train talented warriors."

"Besides, although my Li Sect said that we banned the resources of most martial arts sects, we didn't take a penny, and even for the first-grade martial arts halls that have passed the test at present, we also gave additional resources and opened the martial arts library within the Li Sect."

Speaking of which.

Zhao Zhenfeng glanced at the teapot filled with water and was placing it on the heating plate.

He reached out and turned the hotplate off.

"As for those martial arts sects that don't enter the stream, we haven't blocked the road either."

"As long as they can prove their strength, they can also obtain the qualification to become a subsidiary of the Li Sect."

"It's right to say radical with such a move."

"But if you say there's something wrong with him."

"I don't agree."

Zhao Zhenfeng slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Are you done?"

"After asking, you can get out."

Looks like asking questions.

But obviously, even if Shen Ziming still has questions, he doesn't plan to listen to it anymore.

Faced with Zhao Zhenfeng's blatant disgust, Shen Ziming didn't mind.

He slowly got up and walked towards the door.

When passing by the bathroom.

He paused, as if remembering something.

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhao."

"Lately, I've been living next door to you."

"I will always pay attention to Lizong's measures in Fuhai Province and report them to my master one by one."

"I hope Senior Brother Zhao will be cautious in his words and deeds."

Let's talk about it.

didn't wait for Zhao Zhenfeng to respond.

Shen Ziming smiled and nodded, and walked out of the room directly.

Inside the bathroom.

Zhao Zhenfeng's face was extremely gloomy.

There was even more murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"Just a mongrel."

The members of the Wushu Association have the responsibility of mutual supervision and reporting.

There is each other.

At least on the bright side, Lizong's actions must be restrained.

Xiang Li is also a master and a father for Zhao Zhenfeng.

Lizong is even more of a family-like existence.

Zhao Zhenfeng didn't want to have some bad influence on Li Zong or Xiang Li because of his mistakes.

(End of chapter)