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Chapter 1819 Old things

With the beginning, the others immediately expressed their thoughts. Apart from Du Bo and Du Mingyuan, seven of the other thirteen supernatural peak powerhouses agreed to hold a quota competition for entering the ancestral hall.

Du Bo and Du Mingyuan and his son were not surprised at all. They had expected such a scene, and they also wanted to establish Yang Chen's status in Wuzong through an intuitive competition.

"Since that's the case, then it's decided that the quota competition for entering the ancestral hall will be held at the martial arts arena at 9 a.m. tomorrow. In addition to the quota of entering the ancestral hall in my hand, the other two quotas will be established by the competition."

Du Bo glanced at the audience and said coldly: "Do you have no objection to doing this?"

Seeing that Du Bo seemed angry, the Wuzong bosses were a little worried and expressed their no objection.

"After meeting!"

Du Bo said fiercely, and after that, he turned around and left, and Du Mingyuan also left with him.

After the father and son left, the remaining thirteen Wuzong bosses all showed concern.

"It seems that the sect leader attaches great importance to the young man. Is it a bit too much for us to do this?"

Someone stood up, his face full of worry.

"What's so too much about this? Entering the ancestral hall is the dream of every Wuzong person. The sect leader already controls one quota, and the remaining two quotas should be established through competitions."

"That's right, you must establish a quota for entering the ancestral hall through martial arts competitions. I don't believe that a young man who is only twenty-eight years old really has the strength to defeat the peak powerhouse of the Nine Realm."

"Don't hide it all, be sure to show the most talented warriors to participate in the warrior tomorrow morning."

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A group of Wuzong bosses were talking about it.

On the other hand, after Du Bo and Du Mingyuan left the conference room, Du Mingyuan said angrily: "These old bastards are really getting backwards. Why can't young people have the strength to reach the peak of the Nine Realm?"

"Save them with a short-sighted look, the peak of the Nine-level Supernatural Realm is the end of their martial arts."

Du Bo also said, "Don't worry, tomorrow's competition is just a formality. With Yang Chen's strength, even a peak super Nine Realm powerhouse may not be his opponent. Tomorrow's competition, Jin Hui, the strongest in the mid-stage super Nine Realm, is only the strength of the extraordinary Nine Realm, but his strength is far inferior to Yang Chen. As for the others, they cannot be Yang Chen's opponent."

"It just so happens that we will use this competition to let the old guys know how evil Yang Chen's martial arts talent is. When I pass the position of sect leader to Yang Chen in the future, they will be more likely to accept it."

Du Mingyuan nodded: "It is time for them to see Yang Chen's strength."

At this time, Yang Chen's residence.

Du Zhong found him and told him about the quota challenge to enter the ancestral hall at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Yang Chen said calmly: "Since we want to establish a quota for entering the ancestral hall through martial arts competitions, then I will participate."

He did not feel any dissatisfied because Du Bo and Du Mingyuan agreed to enter the ancestral hall directly, but now he wants to establish a quota for entering the ancestral hall through martial arts competitions.

"Actually, it's not easy for Du Bo to do it. Although he is the sect leader, the Wuzong is very big and has many factions. It is impossible for every faction to completely obey him."

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Yang Chen smiled, looked at Du Zhong and said, "Actually, your hatred towards Du Bo has disappeared long ago, right?"

Du Zhong’s explanation just now was clearly explaining for Du Bo, for fear that Yang Chen would misunderstand that Du Bo was a person who was not credible.

Du Zhong smiled bitterly and nodded: "So many years have passed since then, it has passed long ago, and my hatred for him has disappeared long ago."

Yang Chen didn't say anything, but just looked at Du Zhong with a calm expression.

There was obviously a deep grudge between Du Zhong and Du Bo. I don’t know what kind of grudge it was. It actually made Du Zhong leave Wu Zong for decades without returning. Unexpectedly, the first time he returned to Wu Zong was to help him seek the soul-resurrecting pill.

Du Zhong stood up, walked to the window, staring at the outside of the window with bright eyes. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Actually, he couldn't blame him for what happened back then. I have thought a lot. If I were in his situation at the beginning, I would definitely make the same choice as him."

"Thirty years ago, he just took over the position of sect leader, and it happened to be when he entered the sect temple every five years. At this time, my lover was kidnapped. The other party said that we would cancel this opportunity to enter the sect temple. If we refuse, they would kill my wife."

"And that time was the most critical period of Wuzong. Among the three powerful people who entered the ancestral hall, one of them was a powerful person in the late stage of the Nine Realm. His name was Qi Tian. The key was that he was still very young and just turned forty."

"He has a very high chance of obtaining the inheritance of the Martial God. Once he understands the power of the Martial God, his future prospects are limitless. He will be the first martial arts genius in the past century."

"And every time the ancestral hall is opened, it is a fixed time. Once you miss it, it is impossible to enter the ancestral hall."

"If you really cancel the entry into the ancestral hall, Qi Tian wants to enter the ancestral hall again, he can only wait for another five years. When another five years, no one knows what will happen. Wuzong is in the most difficult time, and he needs a person who can obtain the inheritor of the Martial God."

"I saw this person appear, but at this moment, my wife was kidnapped. They asked our Wuzong to cancel this opportunity to enter the ancestral hall, otherwise the other party would kill my wife."

"I beg Du Bo to give up opening the ancestral temple. For this, I can pay any price. Even I have found Qi Tian. He promised me that I could wait for another five years, but he was still rejected by Du Bo."

Speaking of this, Du Zhong suddenly stopped, but his eyes were already red.

Although he didn't continue talking, Yang Chen had guessed the ending.

Sure enough, Du Zhong was silent for a long time before continuing: "Finally, Du Bo opened the ancestral hall on time, and those people learned that the ancestral hall of Wuzong was opened..."

Speaking of this, he clenched his fists tightly, his face full of ferociousness, and said gritting his teeth: "After they insulted my wife, they also posted photos of my wife being humiliated on the front page of the newspaper."

"In the end, my wife was unable to bear the humiliation and ended her humiliated life with a white silk."

Du Zhong looked at Yang Chen and said with red eyes: "It was from that day that I left Wuzong and made a vow to not avenge my wife, and I would not step into Wuzong in this life."
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