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This time was no exception. Forty minutes later, Zhu Di returned carrying the door plaque on his shoulder, his expression as blank as when he left.

The reporters frantically took pictures like sharks smelling blood. One reporter even broke through the bodyguards' blockade and held the microphone to Ah Jiu's mouth, but he was pushed away before he could even speak.

Zhu Diwen remembered Xu Fu's warning, remained silent and oblivious to what was happening around him. He threw the door panel behind the truck, climbed into the luxury car, and drove away.

The wheels started turning, heading towards the next destination.

"how much is it?"

"17 years old"

Someone gasped, "Zhang Ajiu has gone mad; she's really going to offend every sect and faction."

"It seems very likely at present."

A gloating voice came from the crowd.

"I think it's already pretty good." The elderly reporter said coldly, "Decades ago, these martial artists could still show the style of ancient martial arts on the world stage, but now they openly take on disciples, secretly occupy land, do business, and do all sorts of unethical things. Look at these disciples, they are all fat and strong. Where is the style of martial artists?"

"The world is going to hell!"

The storm has formed and is beginning to show its power.

Faced with Zhang Ajiu's challenge, everyone in the ancient martial arts world was on edge. Some vengeful people even took action in secret, using poison, ambushes, and even firearms. Unfortunately, no matter what they did, they could not stop Xu Fu's advance.

More and more plaques appeared on the trucks, and an atmosphere of despair spread. Some sects even closed their doors to avoid battle, preferring to be called cowards rather than accept the challenge.

Linda couldn't describe how disappointed she was to see these people.

"My teacher often says that the most important thing in martial arts is breath control; without breath, there is no person."

"Although Zhu Di has been strengthened, he has a unique means of attack. As long as he gets the rhythm right, ordinary people can hurt him or even defeat him. Why don't these soldiers understand this?"

The girl let out a heavy sigh: because of Ling Xuzi, she had developed a great fondness for ancient martial arts, but unfortunately, after only five days, her sympathy had withered away.

Xu Fu spoke.

"You don't need to look at people with old eyes. Times are changing, and people are changing too. You see, these sects are actually companies. It's only natural that they make money. Ancient martial arts is just a brand. In the local parlance, it's called 'selling dog meat under the guise of mutton.'"

"Aren't there any real craftsmen?"

Of course there are.

Xu Fu said with a smile, "When we get ahead of these companies, the masters will appear, and that'll be interesting."

Chapter 1428 Imposing and Magnificent

Once the nest is disturbed, the eggs will not be intact.

Faced with Xu Fu's aggressive tactics, the sect leader, nicknamed "the rat" by netizens, eventually compromised and formed an alliance.

In this manor in the style of a Jiangnan water town, six elderly people sat around a square table. The eldest man was dressed in a white silk robe, with thinning hair and a neat appearance. He looked to be at least eighty years old.

The old man's name was Liu Hezu, and he was very imposing in his youth.

He was the organizer of this meeting. Starting from the right, the other five elders in line were Zhao Cheng, Lian Qigong, Lu Ya, Feng Junhu, and Lin Jicheng, all of whom were leaders of various sects.

The ancient martial arts world today is different from the past. There are many disciples and many products. As the "leaders", they are naturally very popular and respected wherever they are. It's just a pity that the once influential figures have fallen from the top to the bottom and become rats despised by everyone.

His reputation was ruined, and his followers were scattered.

His students left or scattered, and his previous underground businesses were exposed. Every day, people would block his door to demand payment from lawyers or creditors.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

The five elderly people no longer had the smugness of the past; their faces were full of worry as they talked about their "worries." Zhao Cheng couldn't help but say something.

"I really don't understand what this guy named Xu Fu-Xiao is trying to do. We have no past grudges or recent conflicts, so why is he provoking us?"

Lu Piao said coldly, "His surname is Xiao. He is the grandson of the former sect leader Hong Xiao Changlin. It is said that Ling Xuzi passed on the True Tiger Fiend Scripture to him."

"Back then, we didn't cause Lingxuzi any trouble, nor did we plunder the Tiger Fiend Scripture."

Feng Junhu spread his hands and said, "Me too. What happened is what happened, but they still took down the plaque on the door."

Lin Jicheng slammed his fist on the table.

"Shameful, damn shameful!" "He lived a whole life only to have his reputation ruined by two dolls in his old age."

"I hate it!"

Lian Qigong shook his teacup thoughtfully.

"Yesterday afternoon, Xu Fu-Xiao's caravan was ambushed by bandits." "These assassins couldn't possibly be Brother Lien's men."

Lin Jicheng straightened up. "I know, I know."

"Lian, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, but I have some news to tell you: just now, your eldest son, Linji, suddenly passed away from a heart attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell completely silent.

Linheer's eyes widened, and he roared with all the strength he had ever possessed.

"you are lying!"

Without saying a word, Liu Hezu said, "Old Lin, go call and ask."

Lin Yiju retreated in terror, his face drained of color. He stumbled and ran out of the courtyard. A few minutes later, the howl of a lone wolf echoed outside.

Everyone felt a sense of sadness, a feeling that the rabbit was about to die.

The assassins sent failed and were driven back the next day. The other party was ruthless and took his son's life without leaving any evidence. Such things do not inspire fear.

Liu Hezu said in a deep voice, "The Hongmen cannot be judged by common sense. Don't use worthless means. If you want to have a martial arts competition, then have it fair and square."

Zhao Cheng said hopefully, "Elder Liu, you have a solution."

"Since the crushing defeat twenty years ago, the atmosphere in the ancient martial arts world has changed, and there are not many talented people left."

At this point, Liu Hezu couldn't help but sigh, and the faces of the people gathered together tightened, looking slightly embarrassed.

"We can only involve the older generation."

"Chen Feng, come out and meet your senior brothers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sallow-faced man in his fifties walked into the yard. He was not attractive at all and looked like a farmer at first glance. His hands had unusually large knuckles with thick calluses on the joints.

Although they hadn't boxed in a long time, their eyesight was sharp, and they could tell at a glance that this yellow-faced man was no ordinary person.

"what about this?"

“My youngest son is a junior. He has been practicing hard kung fu since he was a child. He only gained internal strength by luck more than ten years ago. He is mute and doesn’t like to talk. Please be understanding.”

"Not at all, Senior Brother Liu, you're too kind. If we had known you had such a senior brother, we wouldn't have had to worry."

External skills require perseverance, decades of consistent practice, and only by reaching the pinnacle can one achieve inner strength from the outside. Those who take this step are not necessarily masters, as is the case with the sallow-faced man before me. You can't judge a book by its cover; you must observe the spirit within. But you can't be wrong. Only when inner qualities are cultivated can one possess such charm.

Chen Feng stepped forward to greet him, but his tone was cold and aloof. He felt like he was swallowing a bitter pill, unable to express his grievances. In the past, the old men would have ignored him completely, but now it was different. The experts from outside were exactly the kind of people who needed to maintain a poker face.

With the candidates chosen, all that's left is to organize the duel. This time, we not only have to win, but we have to win spectacularly, letting everyone know that the ancient martial arts world has not declined and is still teeming with hidden talents.

Everyone agreed immediately. On the one hand, they organized the laborers to maximize the power of the "old hags" (women with yellow faces), and on the other hand, with the help of the media, they launched a large-scale publicity campaign.

They aim to overturn people's perceptions of the ancient martial arts world and reclaim their dominant position.

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At the same time, a challenge letter appeared in Xu Fu's hands.

"They're here, the master is here!"

Linda quickly glanced around.

"Chen Feng, who is Chen Feng?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing, but since it's a poker face that looks like it's been through a lot, I think it still has some power."

Do you want to fight?

"Of course, only by destroying the entire ancient martial arts world can I elevate the Ju family's reputation to its peak, and then implement the next step of the plan. The Celestial Master's plan will eventually fall into my hands."

Linda roared, "I think you're like a villain in a movie!"

"a lot of?"

"Except for the face, everything else is the same."

"Probably not. Villains in movies are never short of women. I think I'll be all alone." Reasoning this out, he cautiously placed his hand on the girl's thigh. Unfortunately, before he could even begin to appreciate the beauty, he found himself gripped tightly. The force grew stronger, the gap narrowed, and the seemingly smooth, fair legs carried unimaginable strength.

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Xu Fu's expression changed rapidly: first green, then white, sinister and terrifying.

Ju, who was sitting in the front row, hesitated for a moment.

"Brother, are you sick?"

No, I'm fine, very fine.

Xu Fu tensed up and started kicking the dead horse. Linda grinned and slowly spread her legs, finally freeing her unruly right arm from its cage.

Looking at those hands that resembled pig's trotters, Xu Fu couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with the following facts.

"Go back, I'll build a Red Sun Chamber and lock you up inside for a month."