Mo Wu said, "I also think that Uncle Yonghu is a great deal, so I will inform you as soon as possible."

Yang Ling asked in a deep voice: "Did you just come or did you just receive the message?"

Mo undoubtedly said: "Just come."

Yang Ling pondered: "Mr. Yonghu is here in Jiangnan City, but he didn't inform me in advance. He didn't come to us. It's a bit strange." He paused and said: "No matter what, Mober, hurry up and prepare for me. I'm going to visit Mr. Yonghu."

Mo Wuyi's eyes flashed with a hint of relief, because the young master had not completely lost his mind. He also knew that he wanted to please Uncle Yonghu.

You should know that among the Shaolin inner disciples of Yangling's lineage, the leader is from the Yong generation.

The leader of the inner sect, Shi Yonglong, founded the Laoshan Martial Arts Hall in Southeast Asia and established military power in Southeast Asia. Even some major figures in the country were quite afraid of Shi Yonglong. Not to mention Yang Ling.

What's more, Shi Yonglong's cultivation is already extraordinary and saint. That is an existence that Yang Ling must worship.

As for Shi Yonghu, Shi Yonghu is Shi Yonglong's junior brother. He is currently hosting the Laoshan Martial Arts Hall in Southeast Asia, and he is also an extremely powerful figure.

Yang Ling dared not neglect the sudden arrival of Shi Yonghu.

An hour later, Yang Ling prepared a great gift. Then he immediately drove to the Jiangnan Hotel.

The night is deep and the autumn wind is bleak.

The Jiangnan Hotel is brightly lit.

Yang Ling was wearing a black tuxedo and graceful. No doubt he followed behind, holding a brocade box in his hand. The brocade box was a genuine copybook by Emperor Huizong of Song, which was priceless.

Shi Yonghu likes to collect these things, so Yang Ling has to meet his preferences.

The two soon arrived in front of the presidential suite where Shi Yonghu stayed.

Two bodyguards in black stood in front of the room. The two bodyguards in black were dark in skin and had a triangular and vicious corners of their eyes. Yang Ling could feel their fierce murderous intent when he glanced at them.

Obviously, these two bodyguards are real murderers, and are definitely not the ordinary bodyguards on the market.

"I am Yang Ling. I'm here to pay homage to Uncle Yonghu. Please give me a message." Yang Ling has always been high, but now she seems very humble.

The two bodyguards looked at Yang Ling coldly, and one of them said, "Wait!" Then they gently pushed open the door and entered the suite.

After a while, the bodyguard came out and said to Yang Ling, "Go in."

Yang Ling said thank you. When he and Mo Wuyi were planning to go in, the bodyguard stopped Mo Wuyi and said, "Uncle Yonghu only saw you alone, and outsiders are not allowed to go in."

Yang Ling did not dare to get angry at all, so he took the gift and said to Mo Wuyi: "Mober, you are waiting for me here."

Mo nodded undoubtedly.

Although I haven't seen Shi Yonghu yet, both Yang Ling and Mo No doubt, I felt the majesty of the Uncle Yonghu in the suite.

Yang Ling entered the presidential suite under the guidance of the bodyguard.

The lights in the suite are snow-white, and the crystal hanging lights are very luxurious.

As soon as Yang Ling came in, he saw Shi Yonghu sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. A young man was sitting on the sofa opposite Shi Yonghu.

The young man is about twenty-two years old, facing gentleness, wearing white training clothes, and is cooking Kung Fu tea carefully.

Yang Ling came in, and the young man never raised his head.

Shi Yonghu is not bald. He is wearing a black Zhongshan suit and looks very elegant and kind. He looks like a university professor at first glance.

His face was light, he held a cup of tea in his hand, enjoying the taste.

He just sat there, but gave Yang Ling a feeling of being as motionless as a mountain. At this moment, Yang Ling even felt that nothing in the world could disturb Shi Yonghu. It seemed that Shi Yonghu had become an eternal existence.

This is an extremely terrifying state.

Yang Ling bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Yang Ling, pay homage to the uncle of the master."

Facing Yang Ling's bow, Shi Yonghu seemed to have never seen him. He drank tea and ignored him.

Yang Ling didn't dare to stand up straight, and he felt the subtle depression. He even felt that as long as he moved at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he had to be careful.

In less than a moment, fine beads of sweat oozed out of Yang Ling's forehead.

After a long time, Shi Yonghu suddenly spoke, but he said lightly to the young man opposite: "Yefeng, your tea ceremony skills have improved a lot."

Ye Feng’s full name is Han Ye Feng. He is Shi Yonghu’s confidant. He has been following Shi Yonghu since he was ten years old. Han Ye Feng’s cultivation is unfathomable, but he looks the most gentle and seems to never get angry. He is cautious in his work and does not leak water. This is also one of the reasons why Shi Yonghu trusts him.

At this moment, facing Shi Yonghu's praise, Han Yefeng was neither arrogant nor impatient, and smiled faintly and said, "This is what you taught me. Cooking tea requires taking it seriously as a human being."

Shi Yonghu smiled slightly, and then he turned his head and looked at Yang Ling faintly.

When his eyes flashed, Yang Ling immediately felt the pressure like a mountain.

"Uncle Master!" Yang Ling's face was covered with sweat, and he immediately said, "Disciple knows that he is wrong."

Shi Yonghu said lightly: "Oh? What are you wrong?"

When Yang Ling saw that Shi Yonghu was willing to talk to him, he immediately felt like he had an amnesty. He was not afraid of Shi Yonghu's blame, but he was afraid of Shi Yonghu's indifference. At this moment, he continued to bend his body and lower his head and said, "The disciple is incompetent and has lost the face of the Shaolin inner disciple."

Shi Yonghu snorted coldly, and his humming was like ice directly penetrated into Yang Ling's heart, making Yang Ling breathe in an instant. Shi Yonghu said coldly again: "If it weren't for your old man's face, you would have driven you out of the Shaolin inner sect." He paused and said: "A mere mercenary can beat Shaolin inner sect disciples to throw away their armor. Do you know that even overseas, everyone is laughing at us Shaolin privately."

"Disciple knows the crime!" Yang Ling said quickly and trepidly.

Shi Yonghu continued: "Even my senior brother has been alarmed in this matter. This time I came, it was my senior brother who asked me to start solving this matter."

Yang Ling couldn't speak. He didn't expect that the matter between him and Chen Yang had already become so big. The current situation was so severe that it was beyond his imagination. This was no longer a personal grudge.

"I am incompetent, please punish my uncle." Yang Ling apologized.

Shi Yonghu said: "The face was thrown out by you. Yang Ling, you don't need to ask for punishment. This time, if you can't find this face, the Shaolin inner goalkeeper will have no place to stay."

The Shaolin Inner Sect is an extremely glorious existence. To a large extent, Yang Ling can live today, it depends on the four words "Shaolin Inner Sect". If he is really expelled, it will be a devastating blow to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Master, I know what to do."

Shi Yonghu said coldly: "Is that so, what are you going to do?"

Yang Ling said: "I went to send a letter to Chen Yang. If I can't find this face, I will show my ambitions by dying."

Shi Yonghu said: "If you lose, will we continue to challenge that mercenary? What will outsiders think of us? Wouldn't we say that our Shaolin inner sect is incompetent and wheel tactics?"

Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned, and he said, "That uncle, do you mean?"

Shi Yonghu glanced at Han Yefeng opposite and said, "Yefeng, say it."

Han Yefeng stood up, his face light and gentle. "Senior Brother Yang, you had a bad time with the mercenary Chen Yang before. The grievances and grievances in the mainland, including those in the martial arts world overseas, have heard of them. Now if you go to the war post, Chen Yang may not accept it. He doesn't accept it, and there is a reason for him. No one will say that he is not. Therefore, it is not advisable to leave a war post."

He paused and continued, "What we mean is that we will lead many famous martial arts masters to hold a Wuwang Golden Sword Competition. At that time, let Chen Yang participate, and you will participate. We hope that you can play the power of Shaolin inner sect in this Wuwang Golden Sword Competition and solve Chen Yang by the way. In this way, if Chen Yang dies in the competition, no one will say that we are retaliating."

Yang Ling's eyes lit up, thinking that this was a really good idea. But he immediately said worriedly: "But what if Chen Yang refuses to participate in the martial arts Golden Sword Competition?"

Han Yefeng said lightly: "It's up to people. Senior Brother Yang, you are such a smart person, there must be a way to let him participate in the Golden Sword Competition."

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he nodded.

I have to say that the move of the martial arts Golden Sword Competition is very wonderful. In this competition, the Shaolin Inner Sect is well operated, which can create the reputation of the Shaolin Inner Sect and eliminate the previous decline caused by the Chen Yang incident.

This is a killing two birds with one stone.

Shaolin inner sect also needs such a game to prove himself.

Before, Yang Ling said that he would send a battle letter to Chen Yang. That was completely undesirable, because everyone knew about Chen Yang and Luo Ren’s life-and-death battle. Chen Yang had already said that he would not accept the wheel battle again. This is what Chen Yang had made the truth.

But now it's a major competition, and Chen Yang can't talk about any wheel battle.

Of course, the first premise is that Chen Yang has to participate in the martial arts Golden Sword Competition. If he is unwilling to participate, it will be a headache for Yang Ling.

Shi Yonghu was very thoughtful. In order not to make people in the martial arts world think that this matter was controlled by Shaolin's inner sect behind their backs, they never showed up. In the next few days, Shi Yonghu used his connections to find Dong Haiyun, the president of the Martial Arts Association in Yanjing. Shi Yonghu gave Dong Haiyun a large sum of money and gave the event funds to ask Dong Haiyun to organize the martial arts Golden Sword Competition.

Dong Haiyun is very famous in the domestic martial arts world, so he happily accepted Shi Yonghu's check. On the same day, Dong Haiyun contacted several famous old boxers in China to discuss. Finally, they agreed to send their proud disciples to the war respectively.

The rewards for this martial arts Golden Sword Competition are very generous.

The final winner will also receive the Golden Sword of Honor.

Dong Haiyun joined hands with veteran boxers and masters from all walks of life to organize the martial arts Golden Sword Competition. The organizer of this event was finally decided in Foshan.

After all, Foshan is the hometown of martial arts.

The purpose of this competition is to contend with the hundreds of schools of thought and promote Chinese martial arts.

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