Thinking of this, a bold plan appeared in his mind, and he smiled "haha". Fang Mingxuan cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Fang, you still need to make up your mind on the matter of establishing a martial arts alliance."
Fang Mingxuan heard this sentence and took it as a signal of goodwill. He was overjoyed and said to everyone: "The leader has been selected, but the rest of the people have to judge their rankings and select the leader's assistants."
After saying that, he nodded to the person next to him. This person was a master of Huajin. He walked up to the stage and said in a deep voice: "Fistes and kicks have no eyes. Please keep it up, all my martial arts friends, so as not to hurt your harmony."
Everyone competed in martial arts, while Zhang Jun and Fang Mingxuan temporarily left Yuchanping. After going down the mountain, the two boarded a large bamboo boat. Standing on the bamboo boat, Fang Mingxuan stared at Zhang Jun coldly and said: "Friends
, you ruined a major event for our Fang family!"
Zhang Jun: "As for the martial arts competition, all friends on Xijiang Road can participate. I am very sorry for the death of Blood-Hand Maitreya, but it was because his skills were inferior to others."
"Who was the one who took action before?" He asked coldly, "Did you have a plan in advance?"
Zhang Jun smiled and said: "We never tire of deceit. It's only because of the carelessness of Blood-Hand Maitreya. That man is a friend of mine. Don't worry, he will never interfere in the martial arts competition again."
Fang Mingxuan was secretly shocked. This "Hong Dabao" was obviously a master of holding pills. In addition, the one who took action for the first time actually showed up two people in the realm of pills. The bloody-handed Maitreya was indeed careless!
He pondered for a long time and said in a deep voice: "The matter of electing the leader of the martial arts alliance and establishing the martial arts alliance is the decision of our Fang family and the meaning of the Blood Hand Hall. If others want to pick peaches, they will only die!"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "I understand this, so what I want to do is not to pick peaches, but to replace Bloody Hand Maitreya. Bloody Hand is too old. He is no longer suitable for this job. I am more suitable than him."
Fang Mingxuan was secretly happy, but he also became more and more suspicious of Zhang Jun. Is this person really here for his identity as the leader of the martial arts alliance? Or does he have other purposes?
His thoughts changed rapidly, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and he said: "If this is the case, the Fang family can indeed cooperate with you." Then he paused and said, "Three days later, we will meet at Zhuangyuan Building in Nanzhang City."
Zhang Jun knew that Fang Mingxuan would handle the rest of the martial arts conference by himself and would not let outsiders interfere. He didn't care, as he was the "leader of the martial arts alliance" in name only and did not have the two major backers of the Fang Family and the Blood Hand Hall.
If you support me, you can only play with yourself.
"Okay, see you in three days." After Zhang Jun said that, he leaned a little on the bamboo, then lightly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, landed on the river bank, and strode away.
After watching Zhang Jun leave, Fang Mingxuan immediately dialed a phone number: "Senior Shasheng, things have changed..."
Zhang Jun walked around Longhu Mountain and felt that no one was following him, so he went to the pre-arranged place to meet the master of holding pills.
In an ordinary small hotel, a tall and thin man sat on the bedside with a pale face, and the clothes on his chest were speckled with blood. Seeing Zhang Jun come in, he asked lightly: "Did it succeed?"
Zhang Jun nodded, then slowly sat down and said, "I broke three ribs and my liver was shattered, but it's not serious."
The tall and thin man smiled bitterly: "You are in a better situation than me. My liver, spleen and kidneys were cracked, my intestines were interrupted, and I also broke seven ribs. It's really not worth the gain!"
Zhang Jun said: "It seems that my friend is working very hard. If you hadn't paid such a high price and injured the internal organs of Blood-Hand Maitreya, I wouldn't have been able to win."
The tall and thin man looked at Zhang Jun and asked: "My injury is so serious, can you treat it?"
"Yes." Zhang Jun nodded, "But I need to recover from my injuries first, so please bear with me first."
The tall and thin man said: "Thank you very much, you can call me Mo San."
"Mo San?" Zhang Jun's heart moved, remembering his previous moves and his aura, and said, "I heard that the Moh family has been secretly passed down for thousands of years. Are you a descendant of the Moh family?"
Zhang Jun heard about the Mohist School from Ge Xiaoxian. The inheritance of the Mohist School began in the Warring States Period and is famous for its strict discipline. It is more like a religion, so it has extremely high requirements for inheritors. Therefore, although the number has always been small, it has been Belongs to the elite.
Mo San didn't expect Zhang Jun to explain it clearly. He was very surprised: "My Mo family's inheritance is secret, I didn't expect you to know it."
"It is very rare for the Mohist family to be passed down to this day. Today, I, Gang, you have a benevolent and invincible air in your moves. I have already thought of the Mohist family. No one else has this kind of spirit."
"The most important thing in Mohist martial arts is spirit. After the spirit is sublimated, the physical body will naturally become stronger." Mo San said seriously.
Zhang Jun asked: "Brother Mo's involvement in this matter is probably not just for the 200 contribution points, right?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, but you can guess." After saying that, Mo San closed his eyes and meditated.
Zhang Jun was asking for trouble, so he secretly used the golden light of the Buddha's Eye to repair his injuries. When it got dark, he had recovered from his injuries and stood up.
Mo San then opened his eyes and asked, "Is the injury healed so quickly?"
Zhang Jun said: "I haven't fully recovered yet, but I can already heal Brother Mo's injuries." Then he ordered him to turn his back and relax his body's energy and blood.
Mo San followed the instructions very cooperatively. When Zhang Jun used Yiyang's finger to point on his acupuncture points, his eyes immediately lit up and he said, "Yiyang's name is well-deserved!"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "If you don't want the treatment to go wrong, you'd better keep your mouth shut."
As expected, Mo San obediently shut his mouth, relaxed his mind, and then looked inside his body to observe how Zhang Jun treated his body, thereby gaining a glimpse of the secret.
Zhang Jun's Yiyang Finger has reached the fourth level, while the original Tianchi Taoist had a third level Yiyang Finger. There is a big gap between the two. However, he can use the golden light of the Buddha's Eye to heal his injuries, and the effect is actually still the same as that of Tianchi Taoist. above.
Mo San felt a vital force entering his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "One product and one yang finger? Impossible!"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "Don't get excited, the first level is the realm of supernatural power, how can I achieve it?"
"No! I clearly feel a life force entering my body." Hei San is a master of elixir holding. He has a keen sense and is very sure of his judgment.
After the One-Yang Finger reaches its ultimate level, it can condense the vitality, but that is the magical effect that can only be achieved when the One-Yang Finger reaches the first level, the level of the Divine Power Realm.
Zhang Jun said: "That's the effect of medicine. In order to heal you, I even used the secret recipe I treasured."
Mo San suddenly realized it and said, "No wonder! Thank you Brother Hong."
"My surname is not Hong." Zhang Jun said, "As for my surname, you don't need to know."
Mo San was not angry, smiled, closed his eyes and continued to receive treatment.
Two hours later, Zhang Jun stopped and said, "Have a good night's rest and you can recover tomorrow."
There was no conversation all night, and Mo San left early the next day, leaving a phone number behind. Zhang Jun kept the number in his heart, and then crumpled the note into crumbs.
Today, the martial arts competition is still going on on Yuchanping. It seems that this competition will last for several days before the rankings are determined. Fang Mingxuan is in charge of this matter, and Zhang Jun will not interfere anymore. He will return directly to Nanzhang.
After walking out of Longhu Mountain and getting into the car, he felt that someone was following him secretly. No need to think too much, these people must be people sent by Fang Mingxuan to get to know him.
He remained calm and waited until the car was driving and suddenly got out of the car, then stared at the car and drove away. The people following him in the car did not dare to get out, otherwise they would be exposed. They did not dare to follow a Danjin master openly.
This place was only a few dozen kilometers away from Nanzhang City, so he walked away quickly from another road so that no one could continue to follow him.
He returned to Nanzhang in the morning, and the first thing he did was to get in touch with X.
When the call was connected, X asked: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Jun: "I need an identity."
"You think the National Security Bureau is run by your family? You are no longer a member of the X brigade." X said coldly.
However, Zhang Jun knew that the other drunkard was not interested in drinking, and must have something to ask for. He simply said: "Okay, I will still take over the mission of Team X, what do you think?"
X was then satisfied and said: "Then send your information and it will be done within two hours."
Zhang Jun was very disdainful and asked: "Why do you have to use me?"
"Several brothers from Team X have been seriously injured. If you are willing to take action, you can save them a lot of pain." X said.
Zhang Jun was surprised: "If you can injure someone from Team X, who is that person?"
"A group of monsters." X's voice sounded annoyed, "Have you heard of the werewolves in the West?"
Zhang Jun was stunned: "Are there really werewolves in the world?"
"I don't know if there are werewolves in the world, but these monsters are a combination of human and wolf genes. This was done by the Americans. They released dozens of werewolves in the forests of southern Xinjiang in our country and gave them to the local mountain people.
It caused huge damage, and the number of casualties currently exceeds 500."
Zhang Jun was shocked: "So many? Why not just send troops there?"
"The genes of these werewolves have been screened and optimized. Their combat effectiveness is very terrifying, and their brains are controlled by biochips. Therefore, they are all martial arts masters and extremely difficult to deal with. Ordinary police forces cannot complete their tasks. In addition, southern Xinjiang covers a vast area.
It is not suitable for large-scale pursuits, so only our X team takes action. So far we have sacrificed twenty-three brothers, most of whom were members of the violent squads B and C." X said in a solemn tone.
Zhang Jun frowned: "Why would the United States do this?"
"They used the local area as an experimental site to test the werewolf's combat effectiveness. However, we can't find any evidence, so we can't counterattack, let alone expose this matter, otherwise it will cause panic among the locals."
After Zhang Jun heard this, he said in a deep voice: "X, I want to go to southern Xinjiang."
X was silent for a moment and said: "You are not a member of Team
"But I am a citizen of this country. Master once said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I think it is necessary for me to go there myself." Zhang Jun said lightly, "Presumably those injured are still in southern Xinjiang.