When Chen Xuan looked at the two strange men surrounded by a group of warriors, his eyes froze slightly.
At this moment, Chen Xuan had already opened his clairvoyance eyes and saw that the two strange men had strong Yin Qi in their bodies.
Especially the middle-aged man wearing a red cassock, as if his whole person was transformed by yin energy, like a ghost but not a human being.
But Chen Xuan could not conclude that the man in cassock was a ghost.
We can only guess that the man in cassocks must have been practicing in a gloomy place all year round and often come into contact with ghosts.
"Mr. Chen, the man in the brown training uniform is my master, named Sangbu." Zhuo Lingfeng pointed to one of the surrounded men.
Although Chen Xuan found this man named Sang Bu quite strange, Sang Bu's yin energy was not as strong as that of the man in cassock.
Moreover, Sangbu's martial arts level does not seem to be very high, let alone Qi Realm Grandmaster level.
Chen Xuan nodded and asked: "Where is the person next to Sangbu?"
"Next to Master Sangbu is Master Ajahn Sulu, a famous white-clothed master in Nanyang." Zhuo Lingfeng did not expect that Chen Xuan didn't care about Sangbu, but was very interested in Ajahn Sulu.
Hearing the name Azan Sulu, a chill appeared in Chen Xuan's eyes.
Sure enough, this man in cassock is a head-dressing master.
But according to the information sent by Long Fei, the black-clothed masters who collect money and harm people are from the black sect. Why did Zhuo Lingfeng say that Azan Sulu is a white-clothed master?
Then Chen Xuan understood.
Black-robed masters have always been evil and terrifying, and most people would choose to stay away from them.
Moreover, black-clad people often cause harm to others because of their descent, attracting official attention and supervision. This status is very inconvenient for traveling and making money.
The white-clothed surrender master is different. He can rely on his reputation of helping people to surrender and gaining popularity to travel around. As long as his magic power is high, he will be sought after wherever he goes.
Especially in the Chinese region, wealthy people like to interact with various magic masters to pray for wealth, health, longevity, etc., so head-dropping masters are also popular.
Chen Xuan thought, maybe Azansu Lu had been to areas with many rich people in China before, but now it was Tianhai City's turn.
"Mr. Chen, please come in." Zhuo Lingfeng said, leading the way to Azansu Road.
After Chen Xuan pondered for a moment, he followed Zhuo Lingfeng and walked over.
Watching Ajahn Sulu and Sambu at close range, they were telling the warriors their martial arts experiences. Chen Xuan only listened to a few words and found out that these martial arts experiences were closely integrated with the principles of Nanyang Buddhism and Chinese martial arts.
The martial arts ideas in the world are very different.
But Chen Xuan was even more surprised to see hundreds of warriors, all of whom were listening with fanatical and excited faces, seeming to be greatly benefited.
Among the two Nanyang strangers, Sambu gave the most lectures, and Ajahn Sulu occasionally added a few words.
However, Chen Xuan did not realize how brilliant and sophisticated Sang Bu's martial arts experience was.
Why are these warriors such treasures?
"Zhuo Lingfeng, what Sangbu is talking about now is the advice that will help you achieve a breakthrough?" Chen Xuan asked from behind.
"What Master Sangbu is talking about now is only superficial experience. If you want to get the essence of Master Sangbu's martial arts insights, you must send a red envelope of one hundred thousand yuan of kindness. In this way, Master Sangbu will give instructions to the person who pays the money alone for half an hour." Zhuo Lingfeng.
He answered truthfully, "I have already handed over 500,000 red envelopes."
"Oh, it turns out that the real lecture notes require payment." Chen Xuan secretly felt ridiculous.
This Sambu is just a money-maker, not a real martial arts expert.
There are hundreds of warriors, and although most of them come from ordinary families, there are still many who can scrape together 100,000 yuan.
Seeing that they had been brainwashed, it was not difficult for Chen Xuan to imagine that they would give Sangbu a hundred thousand red envelopes.
Among them, warriors from well-off families, like Zhuo Lingfeng, have already paid hundreds of thousands.
Chen Xuan only scanned briefly and found that there were many museum owners who he had met before in the Three Cities Martial Arts Competition.
These gym owners were at best in secret strength before, including Wu Ding.
But now there are actually many people who have entered Huajin.
The physical abnormalities of these people are also very similar to Zhuo Lingfeng.
It was obvious that he had practiced in accordance with Sangbu's teachings to achieve such a rapid breakthrough, and his body also suffered hidden injuries that were difficult to detect.
Chen Xuan was about to listen to the weird things in Sambu's lectures again. At this time, Ajahn Sulu, who had always been silent, seemed to be sensing something, and looked at Chen Xuan with his eyes like poisonous snakes.
Chen Xuan and Azan Sulu looked at each other with their eyes, and they could only feel the endless cold wind raging in Azan Sulu's pupils.
It's just that Chen Xuan has a strong determination and remains unmoved.
Azan Sulu suddenly looked surprised.
No one has ever been able to look into his eyes for several seconds and still remain calm.
This Nanyang surrender master immediately regarded Chen Xuan as a strange man who was more powerful than all the warriors present.
"The gentleman at the back, which martial arts master is he?" Azan Sulu suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.
Originally, hundreds of warriors looked enthusiastic, listening intently to Sambu's martial arts lectures.
Therefore, Chen Xuan was not even aware of his arrival.
For example, master and disciple Wu Ding and Yu Tian were so fascinated by what they heard that they did not come to greet Chen Xuan.
Following Azan Sulu's words, all the warriors came back to their senses and turned to look at Chen Xuan.
"Master Chen!"
"It's Grandmaster Chen who's here!"
These warriors all remember the time when Chen Xuan competed in three cities and defeated the Japanese masters. At that time, everyone revered and worshiped Chen Xuan.
But when they saw Chen Xuan again today, apart from being surprised by Chen Xuan's appearance, no one among the warriors showed any signs of worship.
This made Chen Xuan feel something strange again.
Although he didn't care about being worshiped by anyone, the reaction of the warriors was a bit beyond his expectation.
"Grandmaster Chen? Could it be that sir, Chen Xuan, the new grand master of China?" Azan Sulu immediately guessed Chen Xuan's identity.
At the same time, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
As a well-known Nanyang head-dressing master, Ajahn Sulu also has some knowledge of the Nanyang martial arts world.
Therefore, we know that Chen Xuan defeated Lu Qitian, the leader of the Tianmen Sect who also had power in Nanyang.
He didn't expect that this legendary new grandmaster would suddenly appear here, and Chen Xuan was much younger than he thought.
Azan Sulu looked surprised at first, and then a strange look of greed flashed across his eyes.
Sang Bu, who was next to him, looked at Chen Xuan with blazing eyes, as if he immediately regarded Chen Xuan as his opponent.
"I am Chen Xuan." Chen Xuan walked through the crowd and came to Azan Sulu, "I heard that there are two masters, one is a well-known Nanyang head-bending master, and the other is a master of Nanyang martial arts, so I came here to experience them.
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"Grandmaster Chen is so young, and he is a Qi Realm Grandmaster. His reputation has spread to our Nanyang. Azan admires you very much." Azan Sulu gave a faint smile.
