Chapter 273: Leader of Xijiang Wulin

Thinking about this, his heart### presents a bold plan, and he smiles, and the other side Mingxuan hands over: "Mr. Fang, you need to make an idea about the preparation of the Wulin League."
Hearing this sentence in Fang Mingxuan's ears, he took it as a good signal. He was overjoyed and said to everyone: "The leader has been selected, but the rest of the people have to make a difference and choose the leader's assistant."
After speaking, he nodded to the person next to him. This person is a master of Huajin. He walked onto the stage and said in a deep voice, "I have no eyes, please stop by your martial arts friends. Don't hurt your peace."
Everyone competed, and Zhang Jun and Fang Mingxuan left Yuchanping temporarily. After going down the mountain, the two boarded a large bamboo cutting boat. Standing on the bamboo cutting, Fang Mingxuan stared at Zhang Jun coldly, and said: "Friend, you have broken my Fang family's major event!"
Zhang Jun: "Well, friends on Xijiang Road can participate in the martial arts conference. I am very sorry for the death of the Maitreya, but it is because he is not as good as others."
"Who was the one who shot before?" He asked coldly, "Did you have a plan?"
Zhang Jun smiled and said: "The soldiers are not tired of deceit, but the blood hand Maitreya is too careless. That person is a friend of mine. Don't worry, he will not interfere in the martial arts conference again."
Fang Mingxuan was secretly shocked. This "Hong Dabao" was obviously a master holding pill, plus the one who shot for the first time, unexpectedly two pill-level figures appeared suddenly, that Maitreya was indeed careless!
He pondered for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "The election of the martial arts leader and the establishment of the martial arts alliance is the decision of our family and the meaning of the blood hand hall. If others want to pick peaches, there is only one dead end!"
Zhang Jun said lightly: "I understand this, so what I have to do is not to pick peaches, but to replace the blood hand Maitreya. The blood hand is too old, he is no longer suitable for this thing, I am more suitable than him."
Fang Mingxuan was secretly happy, but he also became more and more suspicious of Zhang Jun. Could this person really come for the identity of the leader of the martial arts? Or, did he have other goals?
His thinking turned sharply, and a sincere smile appeared on his face, saying: "If this is the case, the Fang family can indeed cooperate with you." Then he paused, "Three days later, we will meet at the Zhuangyuan Building in Nanzhang City."
Zhang Jun knew that Mingxuan, the remaining party in the martial arts conference, would handle it himself and would not let outsiders interfere. He didn't care. His "Martial Arts Leader" was only in name. Without the support of Fang Family and Blood Hand Hall, he could only play with himself.
"Okay, I'll see you in three days." After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he leaped over ten meters away from the bamboo cutting, fell on the river bank, and walked away.
After Fang Mingxuan watched Zhang Jun leave, he immediately dialed a phone number: "Kill Senior, things have changed..."
Zhang Jun made a circle around Longhu Mountain, feeling that no one was following him, so he went to the pre-arranged place to meet the Baodan master.
In an ordinary small hotel, a tall and thin man sat on the head of the bed with a pale face, and his chest was covered with blood stains. Seeing Zhang Jun coming in, he asked faintly: "Success?"
Zhang Jun nodded, then sat down slowly, and said, "I have broken three ribs and my liver was shattered, but it is not serious."
The tall and thin man smiled bitterly: "You are in better condition than mine. My liver, spleen and kidney are all cracked, my intestines are interrupted, and seven ribs are broken. It's not worth the gain!"
Zhang Jun said: "It seems that my friend is very hardworking. If you hadn't smashed the internal organs of Bloodhand Maitreya at such a high price, I would not have won."
The tall and thin man looked at Zhang Jun and asked, "My injury is so serious, can you cure it?"
"Yes." Zhang Jun nodded, "but I want to recover my injury first, so you can bear it first."
The tall and thin man said: "Thank you, you can call me Mo San."
"Mo San?" Zhang Jun's heart moved, thinking of his previous gestures, and said, "I heard that the Mo Family has secretly passed on for thousands of years. Are you a descendant of the Mo Family?"
Zhang Jun heard about the Mohist family from Ge Xiaoxian. The Mohist inheritance began in the Warring States Period and is known for its strict discipline. It is more like a religion and therefore has extremely high demands on the inheritors. Therefore, although the number of people has always been small, it is only an elite.
Mo San didn't expect Zhang Jun to be able to say it through. He was very surprised: "My Mo family inheritance is secret, I didn't expect you to know it."
"It's very rare for the Mo School to be passed down to the present. Today, I have the invincibility of being a benevolent among your moves. I have already thought of the Mo School. No one else has this kind of spirit."
"Mo school martial arts first emphasizes spirit. After the spirit is sublimated, the physical body will naturally become stronger." Mo San said sternly.
Zhang Jun asked: "Brother Mo's involvement in this matter is probably not just for the second?"
"Excuse me, you can guess." After speaking, Mo San closed his eyes and meditated.
Zhang Jun asked himself to be boring, so he secretly lucked the golden light of Buddha's eyes to repair his injuries. When it got dark, he had recovered from his injuries and stood up.
Mo San immediately opened his eyes and asked, "Is it enough to hurt so quickly?"
Zhang Jun said, "I haven't fully recovered yet, but I can heal Brother Mo." Then he ordered him to turn his back and relax the blood.
Mo San did it very cooperatively. When Zhang Jun used a Yang to point his acupuncture points, his eyes lit up and said: "Yi Yang is well-known!"
Zhang Jun said indifferently: "If you don't want to treat a mistake, you'd better shut up."
As expected, Mo San closed his mouth obediently, he relaxed his mind, and then looked at himself and observed how Zhang Jun treated his body, so as to see the mystery.
Zhang Jun's one Yang finger has reached the fourth rank, while the original Tianchi Taoist was the third rank and one Yang finger. There is a big gap between the two. However, he can use the golden light of the Buddha's eyes to heal his injuries, and the effect is actually better than that of the Taoist.
Mo San felt a vigorous force entering his body, he suddenly opened his eyes, and said in surprise, "One-Rank One Yang Zhi? Impossible!"
Zhang Jun calmly said: "Don't get excited, the first grade is a supernatural power state, how can I reach it?"
"No! I obviously felt a surge of vitality entering the body." Hei San is a master holding pill, he feels keen, and is very sure of his own judgment.
After a yang finger reaches the extreme, it can condense vitality, but that is the supernatural power effect only when a yang finger reaches the first grade, the level of supernatural power.
Zhang Jun said: "That's the effect of medicine. In order to heal your wounds, I even used my treasured secret recipe."
Mo San suddenly realized, "No wonder! Thank you Brother Hong."
"My last name is Hong." Zhang Jun said, "As for my last name, you don't need to know."
Mo San was not angry either, smiled, closed his eyes and continued to receive healing.
Two hours later, Zhang Jun collected his work and said: "A good night's rest will be restored tomorrow."
There was no word for a night, and Mo San left early the next day, leaving a phone number behind. Zhang Jun remembered the number in his heart and then rubbed the note into scraps.
Today, there is still a martial arts competition on Yuchanping, and it seems that this martial arts competition will continue for a few days before it can be ranked. This matter was presided over by Fang Mingxuan, Zhang Jun no longer bothered, he wanted to return directly to Nan Zhang.
Walking out of Longhu Mountain and getting in the car, he felt that someone was following him in secret. Don't think too much, these people must be Fang Mingxuan sent to find out his foundation.
He stayed quiet, waited until the car got out of the car halfway, and then stared at the car away. The people in the car who followed him did not dare to get off, otherwise they would be exposed. They didn't dare to follow a Dan Jin master clearly.
This place was only a few dozen kilometers away from Nanzhang City, so he hurried away from the other road so that no one could continue to follow him.
Back to Nan Zhang in the morning, the first thing he did was get in touch with x.
The phone is connected, x asks: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Jun: "I need an identity."
"You opened the National Security Bureau? You are no longer a member of Team X." X said coldly.
However, Zhang Jun knew that the other party's drunkard was not interested in drinking, and he must have asked for it. He simply said: "Well, I will still take the task of Team X, how about?"
x was satisfied and said: "Then pass your information over and get it done in two hours."
Zhang Jun despised him very much, and asked, "What do I have to use?"
"Several brothers in group x were seriously injured. If you are willing to take action, you can save them a lot of pain." X said.
Zhang Jun was taken aback: "Who is the other person who can hurt the person in Team X?"
"A group of monsters." X's voice sounded annoyed. "Have you heard of the werewolves in the West?"
Zhang Junyi was taken aback: "Is there really a werewolf in the world?"
"I don't know if there are werewolves in the world, but these monsters are made up of the genes of humans and wolves. The Americans did this. They put dozens of werewolves in the forests of southern China to give local mountain people. Huge damage was caused, and the number of casualties currently exceeds 500."
Zhang Jun was taken aback: "So many? Why don't you just send troops there?"
"The genes of these werewolves have been screened and optimized, and their combat effectiveness is very terrifying, and their brains are controlled by biochips, so they are all masters of art, extremely difficult to deal with, and ordinary police forces can't complete the task at all. In addition, the area of ​​southern Xinjiang is vast. It's not suitable for large-scale hunts, so only our x team is the only one to go. So far we have sacrificed 23 brothers, most of whom are members of the violent team b group and c group." x said solemnly.
Zhang Jun frowned: "Why does the United States do this?"
"They used the local area as an experimental site to test the combat effectiveness of the werewolves. It's just that we couldn't find the evidence, so we couldn't take a counterattack, let alone expose this matter, otherwise it would cause panic among the locals."
After listening to Zhang Jun, he said solemnly: "x, I'm going to southern Xinjiang."
X was silent for a moment, and said, "You are not a member of Team X. There is no need to take risks at all."
"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 in person." Zhang Jun said lightly, "Presumably those injured are still in southern Xinjiang. I can help them by the way."
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