Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and both ends of the street became brightly lit. The orange lights illuminated the night sky like bright stars.

The car drove smoothly to the destination. In the car, Xie Zhengming and Xie Yuxi, father and daughter, were both silent. The heavy reality weighing on their shoulders had already made them physically and mentally exhausted.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a magnificently decorated martial arts gym.

Looking up, the two words "正心" on the plaque are written in powerful strokes, revealing a sharp and fierce momentum.

As soon as she got off the car, Xie Yuxi smelled a strong smell of formaldehyde. It was obvious that the martial arts gym had just been renovated and completed a few days ago.

She frowned and was about to walk into the Zhengxin Martial Arts Hall with her father when someone suddenly appeared beside her: "Excuse me, is this the headquarters of the Jinyan Sect?"

"Yes."

"That's good."

Ye Qingzhou nodded, turned off the map navigation function on his phone, turned around and stepped into the martial arts hall.

Xie Yuxi was surprised and puzzled. They had just talked face to face, so how could she have forgotten the other person's appearance in the blink of an eye?

"What's wrong, Yuxi?"

"nothing."

The father and daughter continued walking forward and entered the Zhengxin Martial Arts School together.

At this moment, inside the Jinyanmen Dojo, Zhengxin Martial Arts School, in an empty meeting room used to receive guests, both sides of the long red table were filled with martial artists, all of whom had professional strength of more than fifth degree, and there were even seven martial arts masters.

They are all representatives of some small martial arts schools, and like Xie Zhengming, they are all represented by their sect leaders themselves.

The focus of many martial artists was a middle-aged bearded man with a scar on his face. He was wearing a short combat outfit and had a gold-plated flying bird logo on his chest near his shoulder.

It was the leader of the Jinyan Sect, Yan Baiqing.

In the past three months, the Jinyan Sect has not only forced the other eight of the Forty-Nine Sects, but has also secretly exerted pressure on many martial arts schools in the imperial capital, forcing many schools to take the initiative to seek peace with Yan Baiqing.

This meeting has been going on for many days, and many people have come to talk to Yan Baiqing for the first time, but many conflicts cannot be resolved by just holding a meeting and drinking tea.

Therefore, Yan Baiqing kept sending people to the door to show his determination with fist-fighting, so now some martial arts schools have softened their attitude.

Creaking, someone suddenly walked in from outside the door, came to the side of Yan Baiqing, the leader of Jinyan Sect, and said something in a low voice.

"Is it still impossible to get through to Gangzi?"

Yan Baiqing frowned and said, "Don't worry about him for now. I'll deal with him later. I'll finish the plan of the Four Nine Sects first..."

The Jinyan Sect disciple nodded, then walked out quickly.

Yan Bai cleared his throat twice, put one hand on the surface of the long table, glanced at everyone in the conference room, and spoke.

"I don't want to waste time talking to you guys, so let's get this straight. Let's join the Northern Martial Arts World together, whoever is in favor or against it!"

"I object!"

On the left side of the long table and chairs, Xie Zhengming was about to speak, but the person next to him spoke first.

I saw a man with thick black and square eyebrows standing up. He was short and fat, and his round belly pushed his training suit high, but he gave people a sense of flexibility and agility, and did not look bloated at all.

The training suit he was wearing was old-fashioned, and on the left side of his chest were two large characters embroidered in bright red: "Chongming".

This person is the leader of Chongming Sect. Among the "Four Nine Sects", Chongming Sect is generally ranked in the top three. There was even a master in the sect, so the foundation is quite strong.

Xie Zhengming has not been idle these days. He has secretly contacted some martial arts schools. Among them, Chongming Sect has the clearest attitude and the strongest desire to resist.

The reason is not complicated. Chongming Sect and Jinyan Sect have fought many times over the years. They were originally evenly matched, but now Jinyan Sect has suddenly risen. How can Chongming Sect, as its mortal enemy, accept this?
That's why he was the first to speak out against Yan Baiqing.

Everyone else in the room fell silent, so much so that the voices of opposition were so harsh.

Yan Baiqing, the leader of the Jinyan Sect who was sitting in the main seat, looked normal. He slowly turned his head and his eyes first swept over Xie Zhengming who represented the Tianze Sect, and then fell on the fat man.

Yan Baiqing said nothing, but turned his gaze to the right, looking at a white-haired old man in a black training suit: "Elder Luo, I wonder what the intentions of your Five Tiger Sect are?"

When the old man heard Yan Baiqing calling him, his cloudy eyes rolled.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Wei Chongyang, the leader of Chongming Sect who had just expressed his opposition, suddenly interrupted and said, "Yan Baiqing, since you just said you don't want to waste time talking nonsense, I won't say any superficial polite words or euphemisms, and I'll get to the point!"

"Everyone knows what you, the Four Nine Sects, the Golden Swallow Sect, and Yan Baiqing, are trying to do! We are not children, nor are we fools with low IQs. Can our joining the Northern Martial Arts World really be as good as you say? Even if you use your ass to think about it, you know it's impossible. Sharing resources is just a disguised form of bloodsucking!"

Wei Chongyang sneered and directly revealed Yan Baiqing's thoughts in one sentence, making the topic clear.

He glanced at the martial arts masters across from him, then at Xie Zhengming who hadn't spoken, and then continued the previous topic: "Your Jinyan Sect is so enthusiastic that you even keep oppressing our schools, simply because it is profitable. You want to use the Four Nine Sects as your backing to increase your momentum and seek to command the entire northern martial arts world."

Wei Chongyang sneered twice again: "If we all really join this so-called 'Northern Martial Arts' you mentioned, I'm afraid that in just one or two generations, the entire imperial capital martial arts world will only have your Jinyan Sect and its dogs left!"

bang~
An inch-deep palm print was left on the thick hardwood tabletop. Wei Chongyang stood up abruptly and quickly scanned the entire conference room: "My fellow martial artists, you all know the possible consequences of joining the Northern Martial Arts World, but you don't want to be the first to stand out and be suppressed by the Golden Swallow Sect..."

"Since no one is coming, I will do it! I, Wei Chongyang, represent Chongming Sect and I refuse to join this so-called Northern Martial Arts World!"

"As for our martial arts schools and major martial arts schools, how we want to develop, how we want to recruit disciples, and how we want to operate is our own business! There is no need for the people of Jinyanmen to worry about it..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the conference room was filled with the sound of a pin drop.

The next moment, the leaders and representatives of four martial arts schools also slammed the table and stood up to agree.

"well said!"

"Master Wei spoke for justice, and what he said was exactly what we all wanted to say!"

"Golden Swallow Sect should just take care of its own business! Don't overreach!"

Sitting on the main seat, Jin Yanmen's leader Yan Baiqing's expression remained unchanged, except that his eyes narrowed slightly. The grandmaster-level life magnetic field unfolded silently, quickly suppressing all voices of opposition.

In the martial arts world, it has never been the case that whoever has more people is powerful.

But whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room froze instantly.

The several master-level sect leaders who had originally planned to help each other found it extremely difficult to even breathe under the overwhelming pressure of the martial arts master Yan Baiqing's aura. How could they even open their mouths to protest?
Only Wei Chongyang relied on his brute force to withstand the mental pressure, gritting his teeth and roaring: "Old Ghost Yan, you can't reason with us, so you plan to use force?"

"Talk about reason? Haha~" Yan Baiqing's expression finally changed a little at this moment, and his aura became more and more domineering: "When did the martial arts world rely on talking to make sense? Since everyone can't reach a consensus, let's see who's the winner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Chongyang roared: "Everyone, stand together!"

After saying this, he made a move, trying to catch Yan Baiqing off guard.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Yan Baiqing had just entered the Grandmaster realm. Even if he was stronger than everyone else, the gap was definitely limited. The others looked at each other, and then tacitly began to besiege Yan Baiqing.

Among them, Xie Zhengming was the most ruthless. He had been silent just now, but now he attacked the hardest. His punch was as powerful as the wind and as sharp as an arrow!

This punch has the power to penetrate armor, and it can break even a heavy tank with one punch. Even a martial artist with thick skin and flesh will probably not escape the fate of having his intestines pierced and his stomach ruptured, and he will either die or be disabled.

Wei Chongyang, who was rushing in the front, pushed his palms like a solid wall to Yan Baiqing's face. Not only was the power extremely strong, it also blocked his vision, seemingly creating an opportunity for Xie Zhengming.

"Although you are known as the best in fists and palms among the Four Nine Sects, I'm afraid you are still far from being able to defeat me. Let me show you the power I gained after entering the Grandmaster realm."

Yan Baiqing stretched out his hands seemingly slowly, but in fact, he did it incredibly quickly.

His whole body was glowing with golden light, and his skin protected his body like an indestructible armor. At the same time, his body was as fast as a flying swallow.

shuh~
His arms left afterimages, and his palms were placed at his sides again. There was a pair of boxing gloves on them, all black, made of leather, with blunt cone-shaped nails on the back, which reflected light slightly.

Keng~
Yan Baiqing's ten fingers were sharper than a sword. They tore through the air and slashed past, colliding violently with the rapidly approaching fists and palms, making a sharp and piercing sound of metal friction and even bursting out golden-red sparks.

"Ah~ Chopping Knife!"

Two bloody wounds were cut on the palms of Wei Chongyang's hands, his flesh was rolling and blood was flying everywhere. At the same time, a sharp evil spirit invaded his eight extraordinary meridians, making his whole body feel as if he was pricked by needles.

At this time, Xie Zhengming rushed to the side of Yan Baiqing, his arm muscles swelled and grew stronger, his boxing skills contained sword principles, and he quickly attacked three vital parts of Yan Baiqing's body.

In just half a second, he threw at least thirty punches!

Every punch contains hidden power, which is enough to penetrate the internal organs, destroy the heart and take life!

However, when it hit Yan Baiqing, it only made a series of metal collision sounds and produced a large amount of sparks.

But Yan Baiqing still stood firm, unharmed.

"Haha~ Stone Breaking Fist? Nothing special."

"Indestructible body?!"

Xie Zhengming's injuries had not yet healed, and at this moment his breath paused in shock and doubt, revealing a flaw.

"In front of my golden body, your martial arts are not even qualified to tickle me."

Yan Baiqing let out a sharp roar, and then pounced forward like a bird of prey. His ten fingers were like knives, drawing a semicircle in the air and slashing at Wei Chongyang and Xie Zhengming respectively.

Fortunately, Xie Zhengming was also an old hand and reacted very quickly, blocking the attack with his arms across his chest.

Dang~
Click~
A figure flew up and back in mid-air, and Xie Zhengming finally escaped death at the cost of breaking his left arm.

Wei Chongyang's palms were covered in blood and his injuries were even more miserable than Xie Zhengming's.

"A bunch of rubbish, what can they do even if they join forces?"

After Yan Baiqing forced Xie Zhengming and Wei Chongyang to retreat, he tapped the ground with his toes and leaned forward, his whole body as agile as a bird.

He quickly formed seals with his hands to activate the essence, energy and spirit in his body, and then released a sound attack martial art.

High-level martial arts, Swallow Roaring over a Thousand Mountains!
His cheeks suddenly puffed up, and he opened his mouth to spit out. Then there was a rapid sound of air bursting around him, like the roar of an aircraft engine, or the scream of a frightened bird.

The martial artists who participated in the siege suddenly felt a strong physical discomfort, and a sharp pain came from their chest. Then they groaned and retreated more than ten meters. All of them suffered serious internal injuries.

Even some of the younger generations who accompanied them suffered the disaster.

Xie Yuxi covered her chest with her hands, her face showing pain. Just being hit by the aftermath of Yan Xiaoqianshan's attack made her dizzy and almost fainted.

At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

"It's him?"

Xie Yuxi was shocked: "He has been sitting in the conference room the whole time, why didn't I notice his presence?"

At this time, in the conference room, the sects that had voiced their opposition had already fallen to the ground, making the only figure still sitting there look extremely eye-catching.

Yan Baiqing originally wanted to hunt down the fallen dogs of Chongming Sect and Tianze Sect, but when his eyes fell on someone, his hair stood on end and a chill ran up his spine to the top of his head.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"You don't recognize me?"

Ye Qingzhou released the "Wuji Wuxiang" magnetic field on his body, and his face finally appeared clearly in everyone's eyes and could be sensed by them.

"Ye Qingzhou!"

Many people screamed in surprise.

They obviously all knew Ye Qingzhou, the youngest martial saint in Dongji Country, but then their scalps went numb. It was really weird. A familiar living person was sitting next to them, but they were unaware of it?

What a terrifying spiritual martial art this is!

Yan Baiqing broke out in a cold sweat. He finally understood why his apprentice Zhang Tonggang did not respond.

"That infrasonic attack just now was quite interesting."

Ye Qingzhou made a casual comment, then tapped the table with his fingertips and asked calmly, "Tell me, who asked you to deal with me?"

huh~
Yan Baiqing did not try to defend himself, but chose to take direct action.

His movements were extremely fast, and his slender fingers began to tremble at a very high frequency, like a long ruler being plucked. The muscles in his entire right arm began to swell, transmitting the power from the core of the planet.

"Tsk~ a dying struggle."

Ye Qingzhou glanced at the golden evil spirit lingering on Yan Baiqing's fingertips, and showed disdain. (End of this chapter)