I heard that Xie Wendong was in big trouble at the foot of the mountain and had to rely on the help of the elders. Everyone was surprised at first, and the funeral was very helpful. What was surprised was that Xie Wendong's underworld influence was already the best in the world, and he could not even solve the kind of person.

What is useful is that the masters that Xie Wendong cannot solve have to rely on the Wangyue Pavilion. This shows that Wangyue Pavilion is still very noble in his heart and worthy of respect.

In this way, everyone's vanity was greatly satisfied, and they were shaking their heads one by one. Before Zhan Ying could speak, more than half of them had already applied and registered.

Zhan Ying thought that this matter would take some time. After all, there was no sight in the sword and gun, and no one could guarantee that he would be unscathed. Who knew that everyone volunteered to make him spend a lot of effort.

Time is endless. According to the principle of voluntary voluntary, War Eagle immediately selected eight relatively young elders from the many enthusiasts, between 4060 years old.

Perhaps because of their long-term martial arts practice, they did not look old at all. They looked only thirty-four or thirty years old. Some elders even looked only thirty years old. There were 20 disciples they accompanied, ranging from the ages to the age of 20 to thirty.

According to their strength rankings, they are Bi Shiting's daughter Fan Zeshu Pengbo Song Hongpengyin, General Zhang Sanxing Bu Yunfei Li Chengyang. As for their disciples, because there are twenty people, I will not go into details.

Twenty-eight people, plus the Wendonghui who was responsible for their food, clothing, housing and transportation, had a total of 60 people. They first took a helicopter to Chengdu, the provincial capital of Sichuan, and then took a bus from the city to Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport in the suburbs.

Then he went from Shuangliu Airport to BJ Capital International Airport, from Capital International Airport, Songshan Airport in Taipei, and then from Songshan Airport to Tainan by bus.

After such trouble, these people set off from the morning of the previous day and arrived at the headquarters of the two major clubs. It was already over ten o'clock the next night.

The journey was exhausted, and many elders were not used to flying, so some airsick scenes were found. In addition, if you fly high altitude for a long time and don’t receive earth energy, many people have swollen legs, dizzy heads, and unable to exert strength on their bodies.

Sanyan, Zhang Yi and others who arrived in advance did not let them go directly to the battle, but arranged a five-star hotel for them to rest first.

After raising our energy, we will solve Wu Qu.

At the same time, Wuqu and his group were implementing Wenqu’s plan in full swing within the headquarters of the Wendonghui.

Although he is skilled and brave, Wu Qu is still not relaxed. After all, it is in the heart of Xie Wendong, and there are two major club disciples who want to kill them everywhere.

So in the past two or three days, Wu Qu's life has not been easy. In addition to the pressure outside, the pressure from inside also presses his nerves all the time.

Of course, outsiders cannot capture the slightest bit of inner turmoil from his face. His face has always been so calm, with a leisurely look like a mountain collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, and a deer rising on his left but not looking instantly.

"Dr. Zhang, how is the installation?" Wu Qu leisurely soaked a cup of tea and asked a man about forty years old who looked like an intellectual style.

This man has the appearance of a European and one-quarter of British descent, but his words were fluent in Chinese. He himself was also a nationality.

The middle-aged man named Dr. Zhang said while typing on the keyboard: "It's already 78% done, and it's estimated that it will take seventeen or eighteen hours to get what we want."

"Ah, seventeen or eighteen hours, are you lazy? Let me tell you that it must be done within ten hours. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you." A vicious man who was about to be crazy by a murderous atmosphere outside pointed at Dr. Zhang and said viciously.

Dr. Zhang, an intellectual, should have been timid and afraid in the face of such a threat. Unexpectedly, he looked indifferent: "I want to see, why are you not polite to me? Except for me, no one in this world can complete such a large amount of work in such a short time. If it weren't for your Wenqu Xingjun's good relationship with me, I wouldn't want to come here and take this muddy water."

The big man just knew that Dr. Zhang and the team he led were invited by the club for a lot of money. Unexpectedly, he actually had a personal relationship with Wenqu Xingjun.

The man who had a arrogant face just now changed his face in a blink of an eye, coughed dryly, and laughed apologized: "Sorry, Dr. Zhang, I am a rough man and I don't know how to speak. Please forgive me if I offend you. I have no other intentions, I'm just in a hurry. We are almost crazy when we stay in this place. I wish you finished it early."

Dr. Zhang glanced at him, looking disdainful, and didn't even say anything.

The big man was disgusted by him, and returned to his seat in disappointment, and continued to fight with the others.

Wu Qu Xingjun glanced at his watch and began to close his eyes to rest. During the days he was besieged, others worked in two shifts, one worked and one stood guard. Only he did not sleep with his bed for two or three days. The only way to rest was this kind of sleep.

His eyes are always so energetic, as if he never knows fatigue. This is not because he deliberately wants to be handsome, but he is obviously sleepy, but he insists on not sleeping. But as a master of the realm of transformation, he has defeated a very powerful enemy to sleep many years ago.

He can not sleep for two weeks in a row, just take a nap in this way. He is always vigilant and always maintains a full fighting will. This ability is probably not something that even the entire Wangyue Pavilion and even the entire Shenyue Pavilion can achieve.

Within five minutes of closing my eyes, a crisp ringtone rang.

Wu Qu Xingjun opened his eyes suddenly and took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw that it was Wen Qu Xingjun. In the past few days, Wen Qu Xingjun's phone call has not many calls to ask about the progress here. First, he believes in Wu Qu's ability. Second, he himself has equally important work to do.

This "disconcealed" plan has a wide range of scope, great ties and a large number of people involved, which has exceeded the previous "Black Clothing Club Plan".

If successful, it will hurt Xie Wendong from many aspects, so that Xie Wendong will truly hurt his muscles and bones once, rather than cutting a little finger and losing 3 billion US dollars.

Wu Qu Xingjun paused and answered the phone: "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!