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The phrase "wherever there are people, there are people in the martial arts world" was the same. This martial arts world did not just refer to the martial arts novels. Simply put, it was a circle.

There were artistic circles, martial arts circles, and martial arts circles, and there were also circles for those who studied the way of the martial arts. In any case, there would always be circles for those who studied the way of the martial arts, so there would naturally be a series of other things as well, such as fame, inheritances, benefits distribution, and so on.

Everyone knew about the struggle between the Buddhist dao and the religious circle. The two sects had been fighting openly for thousands of years, but what they were fighting for was the support of the upper echelons. This was a huge environment.

And in the small environment, the Daoist sects and Buddhist sects were many factions, even if they worshipped the Three Purities Grandmaster together, they would have different opinions. As for Wu Dang and Quan Zhen, the difference was even greater, the Buddhist sect was also similar to the Heaven Platform Sect and the Buddhist Sect.

In the modern era, because power no longer favors any sect, but adopts a policy of treating all people equally, there is no longer a struggle in the general environment. In the small environment, the situation has changed.

For example, how much a Feng Shui gentleman earned in a year was entirely determined by his fame and the local economy. The simplest thing was to find a Feng Shui Treasure Cave and bury his ancestors. In some rural areas, it might be worth a few hundred dollars, but in Hong Kong and Taiwan, there was a record of one million points per year.

Therefore, those who were poor would naturally run to places with good economy. However, if they ran like this, those people would naturally not be willing to have any doubts. Otherwise, there would be conflicts, and so the local factions would appear again.

For example, you, a feng shui master from the Southern Sect, always ran north to earn money, but did not greet the local feng shui master. That would be a slap in the face, so don't blame others for getting in your way.

After many years of development, a whole set of rules has been slowly derived from these rules. Of course, these rules are not written down by the famous saying, but by everyone. As long as you want to survive in this circle, you have to follow the rules, or else you will be rejected by your peers.

In the future, where would you meet a customer and receive money from them? As long as you greeted your peers over there, they would not make things difficult for you. Otherwise, if you did not have the approval of your peers, you would always be an unorthodox person, and if there were customers who knew you, they would not care about you.

But Uncle wants us, Qian Yilin, to start our Dao first. Other than the domineering aura of the Uncle, it is also his choice after careful deliberation.

First of all,'s dao heart is very firm, so in the future, he must definitely travel the continent and interact with his peers. Without a clear identity, it is impossible for him to not act like a pig and eat the tiger in real life, but it is impossible for him to act like the characters in the novels. Heh heh, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get through the gate.

The best way to raise a Cultivation Level is to fight in actual combat. To handle all kinds of dangerous matters, only then will I be able to train my mind and broaden my horizon, so I also need an identity, otherwise, I would be in a lot of trouble.

It was because of these reasons that we went to the Xinyang. When we arrived there, we first rested for the night, and only then did we notify that Qian Yilin, and let him come out to negotiate.

When he received the call from a stranger, Qian Yilin knew that the person who called him had come. A few days ago, his disciple had brought the refined zombie to the south, and at the beginning, there was no news at all, but after that, there was no news at all, he knew that it was bad, his disciple had failed, but he never would have thought that the other party would dare to find his old nest. It had to be known that he was in Xinyang, and had a lot of power, but no matter what, he was still the boss of a company.

However, he did not dare to act rashly, because his opponent was too mysterious and terrifying. The fact that their movements were suppressed several times in a row showed that the opponent had some ability.

"The two of you come with me in the afternoon, try your best to save your Senior Sister and Zhou Dong." Qian Yilin ordered his disciple and Zhao Jiale's soldiers to go together.

Not only was Zhang Jia his beloved disciple, he was also his company's right-hand man, and Zhou Dong was also an underground thug who helped him deal with his dirty work. He was also very loyal to him, so unless he had no other choice, he would definitely not give up on these two people.

"Yes," Zhao Jiale and agreed, but Zhao Jiale was bitter in his heart. Last time they fought, his internal injuries were not fully healed, and this time he was only there to support himself. If there really was a conflict, then he would be screwed, and he knew how powerful those people were.

However, he did not dare disobey Qian Yilin's orders. All these years, his prestige had already been deeply rooted into his bones.

At noon, Qian Yilin brought his disciple and his assistant to the agreed upon location, it was a hotel that was quite unique, after entering, he was told by the waiter to wait for them on the second floor.

The second floor was the banquet's hall, which was sufficient for forty to fifty tables, and its area was extremely large. However, when they entered, they discovered that the tables had already been removed, leaving only one table. There were five people seated beside the table, and two of them were her disciple Zhang Jia and his subordinate.

The remaining three were all men. The older one looked to be over sixty, while the younger two looked to be in their early twenties.

Qian Yilin straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked towards the dining table. His aura was slowly increasing, and the old man was no longer there.

One step, two steps, three steps …

After walking for seven or eight steps, Qian Yilin suddenly stopped because in his vision, the table was still at the same distance as when he first entered, as if he was walking in place.

After looking at the surrounding decorations, Qian Yilin's expression immediately darkened. The moment he entered the door, he immediately put on a show of might; wasn't this too much of a slap to his face?

In particular, this type of array formation was famous throughout the world. Zhuge Liang's Eight Trigrams Formation, which could block a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, was an example of this type of array formation, and right now, what he needed to do was to break it, and then walk up to that table. If he could not even do this, then there was nothing left to say.

"Phew" Taking a deep breath, then exhaling it again, Qian Yilin started to be cautious, and slowly raised one leg.

At this moment, a few dozen meters away, we saw that old man stop in the middle of the road and lift his foot without knowing where he buried it.

"Not bad, not bad, you've done a good job this time, haha," I laughed out loud. Out of the corner of my eyes, I glanced at Zhang Jia and Zhou Dong.

You made us choke enough. If you guys were frogs at the bottom of the well, then forget about it, it would just be too embarrassing if you guys didn't come out. Now that Qian Yilin had been beaten up, we were naturally very pleased, but Zhang Jia and Zhou Dong's faces were no longer as pleasant, and we were even secretly cheering him on in our hearts.

"Seems like the money master is not just for show. Look, he has walked through the stages of shock, opening, opening, closing four doors, avoiding four more, next I have to find the Gate of Life." Then, the Uncle opened his mouth and started to give pointers, while Qian Yilin had already walked several rounds in the hall.

This strange array was naturally set up by Sun Yong, and he set it up himself. In order to show off to the old Jiang Hu like Qian Yilin, Sun Yong was well-prepared, this was almost the highest level of attainment he had in array formations, thus, from the looks of it, there is still a bit of a difference between us and the money master.

After three more minutes, Qian Yilin finally found the Gate of Life, and walked in front of us. But he was, after all, old, and suddenly entered the array formation of a strange sect, which tested his ability to break through the formation just now, and also included his stamina. Thus, when he sat across from us, he was already sweating profusely.

"Young people, you still need to know how to respect old people, Qian Shi, come and wipe your sweat," Uncle said after glaring at us, then pushed a packet of tissue paper in front of Qian Yilin.

Qian Yilin did not act pretentiously. He took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off his forehead before cupping his hands together and saying, "Fellow Daoists, what do you think of this? Are you going to spread the plates today?"

This was equivalent to pressing the issue, but obviously, if we don't eat this, then what's the point in wasting time with him. The Uncle directly said, "What do you mean? Everyone is clear about what happened previously. We want to write it off, but here is a matter that requires Master Qian's help."

"What do you want?" Qian Yilin asked quickly, he was really worried that this person would say something that could borrow his brain.

"Nothing much, just me two juniors wanting to go out and adventure. I hope that I can borrow your hand and introduce you to some fellow daoists," Uncle said.

Qian Yilin's face instantly turned white, he could understand what the man meant, all kinds of introductions were for show, he wanted to use his reputation to create a stepping stone for the two of them, and become their first cannon reputation. It could be imagined, if he agreed, then he would lose all his face, and from then on, he would not even be able to lift up his head.