Cen Haiwan waved his hand to let the guards retreat, and instead of moving forward, he turned his head to Wencheng and said, "This is the headquarters of my Tongqian Club." ”

Wencheng raised his eyes and looked at a bluestone-paved avenue in front of him going up the mountain, because there were no steps because of the gentle slope, it was a straight road with a width of more than three zhang. On both sides of the avenue are also buildings built against the mountain, layer upon layer, row upon row, with a grand scale and extraordinary atmosphere.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have never imagined that there was such a magnificent building here, which was much bigger than a normal town, almost like a small town. After hearing this, Wen Cheng nodded and admired.

Looking at the huge building complex in front of him, Wencheng knew in his heart that this money meeting was indeed the first meeting in the north, and just this building complex in front of him could not even be built without enough strength.

"Haha, ordinary people naturally don't have a chance to come here. We don't have the intention of going around to publicize it, and those who can come here will naturally know it. Cen Haiwan laughed proudly, "Let's go, today is the day to confirm your position, and the old guild masters are waiting for you above." ”

Wen Cheng didn't even dare to say it, so he followed Cen Haiwan towards the top of the mountain.

The building on the top of the hill is even grander, a huge building stands in the middle of the hilltop, this is a large hall, and on the left and right sides of the main hall are a row of pillars of three people hugging each other. Above the gate of the main hall is a plaque with black and gold characters, and the three words "Tongqian Hui" are written on it, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Cen Haiwan took Wencheng to the door of the main hall, and the heavy carved wooden door opened from the inside. Imprinted in Wencheng's eyes is a huge space, and in the space there are also huge pillars erected. A wide aisle is formed between the two rows of pillars facing the main hall, which leads to a large chair at the end of the main hall. The chair is wide not to say that it is enough to sit one person, even if it is more than enough to sit three people side by side, and the position of the two armrests of the chair is two brocade decorations one foot wide and square, which not only replaces the role of the armrest, but also makes it extremely comfortable for the hand to be placed on it. The back of the chair was a large golden coin, which shone brightly in the light of the huge candles around it.

A middle-aged man sat on this luxurious chair and was holding a cup of tea. According to Cen Haiwan's reminder, this person is the old master of the Tongqian Society, the famous Beidi Sword Venerable, Yuan Jitong.

Obviously, this person should be older than Cen Haiwan, but under Wencheng's sharp gaze, this person does not look old at all. Dressed in a gray brocade robe, with long black hair, hanging down with his shoulders, his face was ruddy and beardless, without the slightest appearance of old age, his hands were white and delicate, and even the original folds on his skin were rare, and he definitely did not look more than forty years old on the surface. There is no superfluous decoration on the whole body, but as soon as Wencheng stepped into the main hall, he felt a ubiquitous grand atmosphere enveloping the entire hall, and the source of this qi machine came from Yuan Jitong, who was drinking tea.

Ever since Wencheng knew about internal strength, he has always heard the saying that cultivating internal strength can prolong life, and even believes that cultivating internal strength can keep him young forever. But Wen Cheng had always regarded this as nonsense before, after all, he had never seen a person who prolonged his life after cultivating internal strength, and he was only striving to improve because the burden of internal strength on the body was smaller than that of external strength, and he rarely died young like external strength cultivation.

Seeing this, Wencheng was shocked, and he believed a little bit in his heart that the internal strength of the master of internal strength prolongs life and keeps his youth forever, he has never seen it before, it is because his cultivation is not high enough.

Yuan Jitong's lower position is also two richly decorated seats, the left hand is empty, and the right hand seat is sitting a goatee person. The middle aisle is lined with rows of pitch-black chairs, some with people sitting on them and others empty.

Wen Cheng glanced at it and estimated that about two-thirds of the seats here were empty.

The rules of the money association are that the congregations from one to nine money are divided by the money they wear, and from the deacon to the top, supplemented by clothing. The congregation wears bronze coins, the deacons wear silver coins and gray silver-patterned robes, the officiant wears gold-colored coins and gold-patterned red-background garments, and the vice-deacons wear jade charms and purple robes. The most important thing to distinguish identity is to rely on money, there is usually no mandatory requirement for clothing, whether you are wearing casual clothes or fancy clothes, but for formal occasions like today, everyone is dressed according to their own level. At a glance, the nearest gray was gray, then red, and finally purple and Yuan Jitong's own black robe.

Wen Cheng followed behind Cen Haiwan and walked towards Yuan Jitong. keenly felt that dozens of eyes fell on him, bringing his own reactions, goosebumps and cold hairs quietly erected.

The strength of this money meeting is really extraordinary, and the people in this hall, the lowest strength is close to the second-rate peak, and there are also a lot of first-class masters. Especially the person sitting on the right side of Yuan Jitong's head, a pair of hostile eyes fell on Wen Cheng, like two thin needles, bringing him a tingling sensation.

Wencheng didn't know why this person was hostile to him, but now was not the time to pursue this issue. Without squinting, he walked straight to the position under Yuan Jitong's seat and bowed.

"Wencheng meets the master. ”

"No courtesy. Yuan Jitong put down the teacup in his hand, pressed his hands lightly on the brocade, and praised Wencheng, "Sure enough, he is a hero from ancient times, and his strength has already entered the first-class at a young age." ”

"Thank you, Master. Wen Cheng didn't say much, and stood aside after thanking him.

"Elders and principals, the reason for summoning you here today is clear to everyone. Now let's talk about how to arrange Wencheng's position. Yuan Jitong got straight to the point.

The words fell, and the entire hall was silent, without the slightest sound coming out. The elders and ministers sitting on the left and right sides were silent, and those deacons were even less qualified to speak.

After being silent for a full five breaths, Cen Haiwan, who was sitting on the left side of Yuan Jitong's head, turned sideways and hugged his fist towards Yuan Jitong, "Tell the master, we will use our strength to determine the level of the money meeting again." The subordinates believe that since Wencheng's strength has reached the first-class, he should be assigned the position of director who matches his strength. ”

Cen Haiwan's voice fell, and there were discussions in the hall one after another.

Wen Cheng lowered his eyes, and the afterglow swept around, only to see the deacons and principals sitting on the chairs began to exchange ears. Some people have a smile on their faces, and they don't know if they are expressing kindness to Wencheng or waiting to see the excitement, and some people are expressionless and look like they don't care about themselves.

When he first arrived, the situation was unclear, so Wencheng could only bow his head and remain silent, waiting for the changes.

A grim voice came, "Huangkou Xiaoer, I haven't made an inch, and I just want to take on the important position of the chief executive just after joining the club, which is too much." Doesn't it chill the congregation that has been a member for many years, and what are the rules of the money association? ”

Wen Cheng raised his eyes and saw that this person's face showed displeasure, his hand was twisting a beard under his nose, and he was dressed in a purple robe, which was another vice leader, Wan Yan Ting. When Wen Cheng looked at him, he just glanced over, looked at each other, and a strong sense of hostility fell on Wen Cheng.

However, Wan Yan Ting's gaze did not stay on Wen Cheng, and soon turned his attention to Cen Haiwan.

Tsk, people don't take themselves in their eyes at all, Wen Cheng sighed in his heart. Maybe Yan Ting didn't care about himself from beginning to end, and opposed his appointment as the director, I'm afraid the most important thing is to oppose Cen Haiwan's proposal. There is a smell of opposition for the sake of opposition, 'I oppose everything you agree with'.

It seems that this money club is not monolithic, and there are also disputes. Also, where there are people, there will be disputes, Cen Haiwan and Wan Yanting are both vice presidents, whether it is for power or interests, they will naturally fight up and down.

But fortunately, there is still the old guild master who is in control of everything, and the battle between these two people is still in the stage of open and secret fighting, not to the point of life and death.

But between the two, the tip of the needle has a very strong meaning for Maimang.

When Cen Haiwan heard this, his hair was all open, and he shouted, "What rules? What are the rules? The rules of our money club are to convince people with strength, the strong go up, and the weak go down." Wan Yan Ting, don't think that I, a big boss, don't know what you're calculating. Isn't it just for your nephew, who wants to put him in the position of the principal?

As far as your nephew's virtue is concerned, he is more diligent in running in the flower building than when he comes home, and he spends more time in a woman's belly than in the martial arts training ground. If you want me to say that he can stay in the deacon position with peace of mind and eat and wait for death, it is safer, if you really put him in the position of the principal, with his three-legged cat kung fu, maybe you will send the white-haired man to the black-haired man that day. We'll have to give you a piece of money for nothing, that's embarrassing. ”

"You ......" Yan Ting's angry hand shook, his beard was torn off, and his face was flushed. Cen Haiwan's old mouth was too smelly and poisonous, and he didn't save face for Wan Yanting at all, and cursed his nephew for his early death.

The angry Wan Yan Ting glared angrily at Cen Haiwan, and Cen Haiwan glared back without flinching, and the two looked at each other, stirring up sparks of hostility.

The two vice presidents are-for-tat, and the chief deacon below also has different expressions, some have no expression and nothing to do with themselves, some sigh and hold their foreheads helplessly, and some have curious expressions and staring at the boss with a look of watching a play.

Wen Cheng stood in the middle and lowered his head. Originally, Wencheng never thought that he would be able to sit in the position of director all of a sudden. Although his strength is enough, he is a newcomer after all. According to Wencheng's prediction, he was very content to be able to serve as a deacon different from the general congregation.

But now Cen Haiwan didn't know for what reason, he actually proposed him to be the director, and Wencheng refused to let go of such an opportunity. He came to the money club to learn more advanced martial arts, not to mention divine will martial arts, at least first-class martial arts. The higher the level of martial arts, the more conditions there are restrictions, and the more meritorious deeds are naturally required.

Wencheng is in urgent need of meritorious service now, and how can the meritorious service that the deacon can obtain be compared with that of the chief? Therefore, Wencheng is determined to obtain the position of the director.

Thinking of this, Wen Cheng broke the silence, bowed to the old guild master, and said, "Tell the guild master, since the rules of my money club are to determine the level by martial arts, then my subordinates are brave and willing to have a competition with the deputy guild master of Wanyan." If the subordinates' skills are not as good as others, the subordinates are willing to start with a penny congregation, and if the subordinates are lucky to win, I hope that the deputy head of Wanyan will agree to the subordinates to take the position of director. ”

After Wen Cheng finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Yan Ting with fiery eyes.

Wencheng's martial arts have long been first-class, although he doesn't know how to get in. But when he fought Xiong Jinyu, his strength was first-class. Now that Wencheng's Changchun Gong internal qi can be transformed into Red Demon Gong, Wencheng is eager to know how big the gap between his current strength and the first-class peak like the vice master is, whether it is weaker, or comparable, or stronger than the first-class peak.