Chen Xuan looked at the two strange men surrounded by a group of warriors and his eyes sternly.
At this moment, Chen Xuan had already opened his perspective eyes and saw that the two strange men had rich yin energy.
Especially the middle-aged man wearing a red cassock, he seemed to be transformed by yin energy, like a ghost but not a human being.
But Chen Xuan could not determine that the man in the cassock was a ghost.
I can only guess that the man in the cassock should practice in a gloomy place all year round and often contact ghosts.
"Mr. Chen, the man wearing brown training suit is the master who guided me, named Sambu." Zhuo Lingfeng pointed to one of the surrounded men.
Although Chen Xuan also found this man named Sambu quite strange, Sambu's yin energy was not as strong as that of the man in the cassock.
Moreover, Sambu's martial arts level does not look very high, let alone the Qi Realm Grandmaster level.
Chen Xuan nodded and asked, "Where is the person next to Sambu?"
"Next to Master Sambu is Master Azan Sulu, a famous white-clothed sacker in Nanyang." Zhuo Lingfeng did not expect that Chen Xuan was not concerned about Sambu, but seemed very interested in Azan Sulu.
Hearing the name Azan Sulu, a chill appeared in Chen Xuan's eyes.
Sure enough, the man in the cassock was a sacrificial master.
However, according to the information sent by Long Fei, the head master who collected money and harmed people was a black-clothed sect. Why did Zhuo Lingfeng say that Azan Sulu was a white-clothed sect?
Then Chen Xuan understood.
The black-clothed slaughter has always been evil and terrifying, and most people will choose to stay away from it.
Moreover, the black-clothed faction often harms people due to decline, attracting official attention and supervision. This identity is very inconvenient to travel and make money.
The white-clothed master is different. He can rely on helping others to dethrone, spread popular names, and travel around. As long as he has excellent magic power, he will be sought after wherever he goes.
Especially in China, wealthy people like to deal with various magic masters the most, pray for wealth, health, longevity, etc., so the surrender will also be popular.
Chen Xuan thought, maybe Azan Sulu had already visited many wealthy areas in China before, but it was Tianhai City now.
"Mr. Chen, please come in." Zhuo Lingfeng said, taking the lead in walking towards Azansu Road.
After Chen Xuan pondered for a moment, he followed Zhuo Lingfeng over.
Looking at Azan Sulu and Sambu up close, telling the martial arts experiences to the warriors. Chen Xuan only listened a few words and found that these martial arts experiences were closely combined with the principles of Nanyang Buddhism and were in Chinese martial arts.
The martial arts ideas in the world are very different.
But looking at the hundreds of warriors, all of them were crazy and excited, it seemed to be very helpful, which surprised Chen Xuan even more.
Among the two South Asian aliens, Sambu has the most lecture notes, and Azan Sulu occasionally adds one sentence.
However, Chen Xuan did not hear how brilliant and exquisite the martial arts experience that Sangbu talked about.
Why do these warriors feel like they have obtained treasures?
"Zhuo Lingfeng, what Sambu is talking about now is the guidance experience that will help you break through your realm?" Chen Xuan asked standing behind.
"Master Sambu is talking about the simple experience now. If you want to get the true essence of Master Sambu's martial arts insight, you must give a red envelope of 100,000 yuan. In this way, Master Sambu will give the person who pays the money alone for half an hour." Zhuo Lingfeng
Answered truthfully, "I have paid 500,000 red envelopes."
"Oh, it turns out that the real lecture notes are for the charge." Chen Xuan felt ridiculous.
This sambu is just a fortune-making man and cannot be regarded as a true martial arts master.
Although most of the hundreds of warriors are from ordinary families, many of them can still make up 100,000 yuan.
Seeing that they had been brainwashed, it is not difficult for Chen Xuan to imagine that they would give Sambu a hundred thousand red envelopes.
Among them, the martial artists from wealthy families, like Zhuo Lingfeng, have paid hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Chen Xuan just glanced out a little and found that there were many of the museum owners who had met in Huiwu, the three cities.
These museum owners were at most the Dark Power, including Wuding.
But now many people are entering Huajin.
The abnormalities in these people are similar to Zhuo Lingfeng.
Obviously, it was only after practicing according to Sambu's lecture notes that he had achieved such a rapid breakthrough, and his body also had imperceptible hidden injuries.
Chen Xuan was about to listen to the strangeness in the Sambu lecture notes again. At this time, Azan Sulu, who had been silent, seemed to have some sense of response, and his eyes looked at Chen Xuan like a poisonous snake.
Chen Xuan and Azan Sulu's eyes were facing each other, and they felt that there was endless cold wind raging in Azan Sulu's pupils.
But Chen Xuan was very calm and unmoved.
Azan Sulu immediately showed surprise.
No one has ever been able to remain calm after looking at him for a few seconds.
This Nanyang sect master immediately regarded Chen Xuan as a strange man who was more powerful than all the warriors present.
"The gentleman behind, which martial arts school is the master?" Azan Sulu suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.
Originally, hundreds of warriors looked fanatical and were addicted to listening to Sambu's martial arts lecture notes.
Therefore, even Chen Xuan's arrival was unaware of it.
For example, Wu Ding and Master Yu Tian were fascinated by hearing this, but did not come to greet Chen Xuan.
As Azan Sulu said, all the warriors came to their senses and turned to look at Chen Xuan.
"Master Chen!"
"It's Grandmaster Chen here!"
These warriors all remember that Chen Xuan met martial arts in the three cities and defeated Japanese masters. At that time, everyone respected and worshiped Chen Xuan.
But today I saw Chen Xuan again. Except for the surprise of Chen Xuan's appearance, no one showed any worship.
This made Chen Xuan feel something abnormal again.
Although he doesn't want to be worshipped by anyone, the reactions of the warriors are a bit beyond his expectations.
"Master Chen? Could it be Chen Xuan, the new Chinese master?" 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 surrender, Azan Sulu also has some understanding of Nanyang martial arts circles.
Therefore, it is known that Chen Xuan defeated Lu Qitian, the leader of the Tianmen Sect with his power in Nanyang.
Unexpectedly, this legendary new master would suddenly appear here, and Chen Xuan was much younger than he thought.
Azan Sulu showed a look of surprise at first, and then a strange look of greed flashed through his eyes.
Sambu next to him looked at Chen Xuan like fire, as if he had regarded Chen Xuan as his opponent.
"I am Chen Xuan." Through the crowd, Chen Xuan came to Azansu Road, "I heard that the two masters, one is a well-known Nanyang supreme master and the other is a Nanyang martial arts master, so I came to experience it.
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"Master Chen is so young, he is the Master of Qi Realm. His reputation has been passed to our Nanyang. Azan admires you very much." Azan Sulu piled up a faint smile.