"I'm your father's friend. Just ask him to come out and meet him." Lin said with a smile.
Garen stood aside and watched the two people talking quietly. Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He turned around and saw the little boy who was knitting something from the alley. He cautiously and curiously poked his head out, looking here.
There was a dull smell on his dirty little face, and two lines of transparent and sticky mucus flowed down from his nostrils. He sucked it hard and then retracted it into his nose.
After glancing at him, Garen stopped looking and turned back. Sulin had already made inquiries with the girl.
The two of them were led into the shop, and two clean chairs were brought over for them to sit down.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a full beard opened the broken door and walked in. This was a very honest-looking guy, with a calm and indifferent face, and complicated eyes. He had obviously experienced a lot of things.
As soon as he walked out, he felt no different from other blacksmiths.
Honest, not able to bend, strong, rude, and of course, covered in oil.
The first time the man came in, he saw Su Lin sitting on the chair and frowned slightly. He wiped the oil on his body with his hands, walked over to Su Lin and sat down in front of them.
"Is it you? When I saw you, I knew that my peaceful life would definitely be over. Tell me, do you need my help?" He glanced at Garen, seeming a little confused.
"Please, I had a hard time getting a promise from you. If you went back on your word, I would have suffered a big loss. It was because of you that I was..." "Okay, tell me, what's the matter?"
Before Su Lin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man.
On one side, two young boys and girls stood with questions on their faces, wondering what was going on.
Su Lin glanced at the two of them and knew that the other party had no intention of hiding it from them, so he spoke frankly.
"I'm in trouble."
"What's the trouble?" The man leaned forward and took off his outer coat.
"Ansara."
The man's movements stopped abruptly.
The store was quiet.
The man didn't speak, Sulin didn't speak, and Garen didn't speak either.
Affected by the atmosphere, the two boys and girls standing nearby did not dare to breathe loudly, but their faces were full of confusion. The girl's face was still vaguely excited.
After a long time, Sulin spoke again.
"What? The eight-armed dragon king back then only heard of Ansara's name now and didn't even dare to say a word?"
The man's eyes flashed.
"Why do you still mention it from the past?"
Eight-armed Dragon King!
Garen beside him was stunned. He had never heard of this title, but just being able to use this title already represented his terrifying strength back then.
No matter what field you are in, you are definitely not a simple person who can be called a king. What’s more, he is an absolute companion who can be recognized by Sulin to fight against the invasion of Ansara in the future!
Seeing the man trying to avoid him, Su Lin refused to let him go, "Can you really let go of what happened to Ansara? I don't believe it."
The atmosphere became dull once again.
The two young men listened in confusion, but they could also roughly understand that the old man in the store must have been an absolutely powerful figure back then. He just lived in seclusion here because of some grudges. The two people in front of them were obviously here to invite the old man to come out.
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"I thought I could live quietly until I die of old age, but I didn't expect that one day would come." The middle-aged man suddenly sighed. "Unfortunately, I have completely given up."
As soon as these words came out, Garen saw that Su Lin's face suddenly turned ugly.
"Are you kidding?" His voice became very deep, "What about the promise you made to me back then? And you can't bear to see your daughter and apprentice doing nothing, living in such a corner until they die of old age?"
The eight-armed dragon king's expression remained unchanged. "I won't go out. But due to the promise I made back then, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."
"Explain? What other explanation can you give me?" Su Lin said coldly, and suddenly took out an object from his arms, a part of an unknown decoration, like a brass ring, with a break at the bottom.
When the eight-armed dragon king saw this, his pupils suddenly widened. "Why is this in your hand?" His voice suddenly became extremely cold. From the dull and slender temperament just now, he suddenly became frantic and dangerous.
"Don't worry about why it's in my hands." Su Lin sneered. "I."
Bang! The words have not yet finished.
The eight-armed dragon king suddenly rose up, and two scimitars popped out of his arms and slashed at Su Lin's arms.
laugh!!
The blade stopped steadily above Sulin's arm and did not continue downward.
The eight-armed dragon king slowly lowered his head and saw a big hand firmly holding his throat.
Bang!!
He instantly flew backwards and crashed into a pile of debris, destroying countless things.
Garen snorted coldly and retracted.
"I don't know what it means."
Only then did Su Lin react and broke out in a cold sweat. Although he was also a strong fighter, compared to a fighter, there was no doubt that he was far behind in melee combat. Even Garen, who was not very fast, could react much faster than him.
"Is this what you call a master?" Garen frowned and looked at Sulin. "Vulnerable."
Su Lin smiled bitterly and was about to speak.
Suddenly there was a click.
Garen's pupils shrank, and a sharp sense of danger suddenly hit his body. He instantly turned his head to look in the direction of the Flying Dragon King.
In the darkness, four slender black barrels were steadily aimed at Garen's head and around his body.
The eight-armed dragon king stood by the wall with cold eyes! He held two sniper rifles in his hands and stepped on two...
All four heavy snipers were aimed at Garen and the possible hiding places.
These four gun barrels gave him a strong sense of threat, which was obviously not an ordinary thing.
The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.
"You can try shooting." Garen said slowly. "Within ten steps, let's see whether you kill me first or I blow your head off first."
The eight-armed dragon king's eyes were equally cold.
He could tell that Garen's eyes were serious. An unprecedented sense of threat was constantly stimulating his nerves, like needle points constantly pricking his skin. A slight sense of pain kept coming from all over his body, like a tide.
"The distance is too close."
In fact, both of them knew that twenty meters away, the eight-armed dragon king was strong. Within twenty meters, Garen was fearless. Both sides posed a strong threat to the other.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense and dull. The two young men stayed away from each other and stood in the corner, completely at a loss. Not only them, but even Su Lin did not expect the situation to change so quickly.
Only he knows the details of the two people in the room best.
Both of them stand at the top of their respective fields, whether they are the Eight-Armed Dragon King or Garen. If they really want to win, they will definitely hurt each other.
"Okay, okay, for my sake, everyone should step back. I can tell you the origin of Yoda's things. This is related to Ansara."
Dragon King Yoda snorted coldly, and then slowly removed the barrel of the gun.
"No one has ever dared to threaten me like this." He looked at Garen, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "I don't welcome this person.
Su Lin glanced at Garen, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
"I'll wait for you in the car."
Garen nodded lightly, turned around and walked out of the store.
Su Lin let out a long sigh of relief.
He should have thought that if two people with such violent personalities came together, there would definitely be problems.
Both of them have absolute confidence and pride in their respective fields and cannot withstand provocation at all. They are simply a powder keg. Fortunately, they have a good relationship with Garen and he gives them some face.
He understood that the Eight-Armed Dragon King just wanted to scare him into handing over his things, but he didn't expect that Garen believed him and took action directly. After that, the two of them couldn't look at each other.
"It seems that we have to let them deal with it separately when the time comes. Otherwise, if Ansara's people don't come, they will start fighting among themselves first." Sulin felt helpless. "There is no way to help it. The more powerful the person, the more powerful he will be."
Self-confidence means that I am the only one. This is the absolute confidence established by long-term success and victory. Therefore, any such person has absolute belief in himself.
The Eight-Armed Dragon King is like this, and so is Garen. The greater your achievements, the stronger your self-confidence.
"Who is that guy?" After Garen left, the Eight-Armed Dragon King asked coldly.
"Nantian Holy Fist Sect, Tianjiang Jialong is my temporary helper and my good friend. I originally thought that you can live in peace and cooperate with each other. It seems that I have overthought it." Su Lin sighed helplessly.
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"Nantian Holy Fist Sect? Is it the one from fifty years ago?" The Eight-Armed Dragon King was stunned. "The Heavenly General has such an arrogant name! He obviously corresponds to the four kings of that year!"
"It should have been rebuilt by the original old man. You also know that those who can be called heavenly generals are definitely top-notch experts. And they fight in the name of the White Bird Holy Fist. Do you still remember the original Holy Fist White Bird?"
Su Lin explained.
"Of course" the Eight-Armed Dragon King nodded, "That was the pinnacle of an era. However, to be able to give me such a strong sense of threat, the Heavenly General is well-deserved."
"By the way, do you want to join our Golden Circle? This can be regarded as paving the way for your apprentice daughter." Su Lin didn't have the tense atmosphere just now, and looked like a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
He knew clearly that when it came to defeating the enemy head-on, Garen was definitely much more powerful. But when it came to secret assassination methods and assassination protection, the Eight-Armed Dragon King was far superior to Garen.
Both have strengths in each other.
If they can cooperate with each other, they will become an extremely terrifying existence!
But it's a pity that both of them obviously dislike each other.
When the Eight-Armed Dragon King was young, he came into contact with Ansara, who combined martial arts and firearms. Unlike ordinary killers, he knew very well how terrifying the power of martial arts combined with firearms could be, so he also paid attention to the dynamics of the martial arts world.
"Forget it, just wait a moment while I explain a few words to my disciples." Yoda finally made up his mind, especially when he was so stimulated by Su Lin Jialong. The fact that the other party became a general of the Holy Fist at a young age is even more impressive.
He is really old.
Thinking of this, he looked at his apprentice and daughter not far away, shivering and unfamiliar.
"Pegalo, Nisian, come here, I have something to tell you."
Garen walked out of the store and saw the little boy with a snotty nose standing in the corner looking at him blankly.
He had his hands in his trouser pockets, his face was a little gloomy, and his strong aura was enough to scare any adult. But although this little boy was shaking all over, he could still insist on looking at him.
Leather boots stepped on the ground, making crisp footsteps.
Garen walked up to the little boy and looked down at him.
"Boy, why are you staring at me?"
"I. I want to learn how to fight with you." The boy sniffed and raised his head and said.