"I don't know, there is no suitable reference for comparison. Anyway, it just needs to be strong. Maybe we won't need to do anything this time." Su Lin laughed easily. "I grew up hearing the name of the Secret Service.
It is a special authority in the federation, and its members are not ordinary characters. They are responsible for solving special incidents that occur in various places."
"That may indeed be very powerful." Garen nodded in agreement. "It would be best if we didn't have to do anything. By the way, when will the disgusting old man with the gun come over?"
"Disgusting old man? You mean Dragon King Yoda?" Sulin was speechless. "He said he would act alone. He will appear when he should."
"You're not so scared that you ran away, right?" Garen said disdainfully.
"." Su Lin really didn't know what expression to use other than a wry smile. "Forget it, I'll probably arrange the area. You'll be in charge of my sister's side. Yoda will be with me. Is that okay?"
"No problem, there just happens to be a martial arts coach who can provide cover."
"That's not to cover for you. I also want you to teach Erici something." Sulin was helpless.
"She's too old." Garen shook his head. In fact, he himself is not too old, only 17 years old. It's just because of the secret martial arts that he looks like he is in his twenties. In fact, his appearance is much more mature than his actual age.
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"You should teach me some lessons." Sulin also knew that age was an issue. "I'm going to see Yoda first. Tomorrow is the black card deadline. According to Ansaro's rules, the second time you receive the black card,
The seventh day is the time limit for them to take action. There is no exception."
"Yeah. Got it."
Garen gently threw a stone, which floated into the water for more than ten times.
Watching Su Lin leave from the lake and walk into the manor.
He also stood up.
"Since the exchange meeting, there has been no progress." He felt a little uncomfortable.
The progress after entering the fighter level has been completely stabilized. Without the antiques of doom to absorb, attributes and skills cannot be improved.
Now he can only rely on the fourth-rate secret martial arts he had previously practiced as the direction for improvement.
Yanliu Hand and Iron Yin Palm. These two skills are the only ways for him to improve.
Unfortunately, Iron Yin Palm accumulates toxins too slowly.
He raised his hands and spread them out.
Unlike the fair skin elsewhere on the body, the skin on the hands is faintly dark.
I glanced at the status on the skill bar.
‘Iron Yin Palm: The accumulation has not reached the entry level.,
I don’t know how much poison I need to accumulate before I can get started. But judging from the time period of ordinary low-level secret martial arts, I’m afraid this accumulation time is not as simple as I thought before.
As for Yanliu Hands, it is also a skill of practicing both hands, and the progress is slower than that of Iron Yin Palm. The feeling now is no different from the beginning. The state is still uninitiated.
Garen was feeling a little irritable.
But he immediately relaxed himself. Such a mood was not suitable for the performance of martial arts.
"Without attribute improvement, there is no progress in low-level secret weapons. Do we have to go to other secret martial arts sects to collect other simpler secret weapons?" He frowned slightly.
Ever since the battle with Andrela, he felt that he had reached his limit. Without special methods, it would be difficult to go further.
He originally planned to go around collecting low-level secret weapons, but Sulin's matter was more troublesome and needed to be dealt with in advance. That's why he took over.
I originally thought that I had two secret martial arts that I had not yet mastered, and that there was still room for improvement. I didn’t expect that it had been so long, and it was still the same, with little progress.
He had an intuition that the problem might not be with him, but with the secret weapon itself.
"Could it be that Miwu itself requires people with special talents and physiques?"
He closed his eyes and looked towards the skill bar.
There are no additional symbols behind the Iron Yin Palm and the Fire Hand.
"If this is not possible, then it may be that the secret martial arts itself is incomplete and the martial arts hall has not collected it completely. There should be key external forces that have not been written down for the progress of these two secret martial arts, just like the original practice of the explosive boxing method and the white cloud secret method.
Sometimes, you need to take those kind of body-tempering pills, and it is not written in the Secret Martial Arts Book. Obviously this is a special secret recipe, and it will not be recorded in the books by word of mouth." Recalling the speed and speed of practicing Boulder Kung Fu and Iron Body.
Gallon is more and more certain that this is the reason.
"It seems that we need to go to other places as soon as possible to find the missing parts of these two secret martial arts. This low-level secret martial arts is very popular and should be easy to find. Things are over here. I have to visit other secret martial arts sects.
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Thinking of the Secret Martial Arts Sect, Garen suddenly remembered the recently established organization, the Nantian Holy Fist Sect, in which he was one of the three-day generals.
"I can be considered a member of it after all. With so many sects merging, I should go and look at other information besides the non-inherited secret book. There should be no problem, right?"
He suddenly had the urge to visit the Nantian Holy Fist Sect.
"Moreover, I can actually get the title of White Bird Holy Fist Palosha. It's just a good time to see the power of the rumored most powerful fist!"
Holy Fist Holy Fist!
Only those who transcend the ordinary can be called saints!
A boxing technique that can be respected as a holy fist must have surpassed ordinary secret martial arts by so much that it has reached the level of qualitative change before it can be called a holy fist.
Among the older generation of boxing fighters, Shiratori Holy Fist is undoubtedly the pinnacle figure of his generation!
When he thought about the possibility of witnessing such top-notch martial arts techniques, Garen's heart began to boil.
"As soon as Su Lin's matter is settled, go to the Nantian Holy Fist Sect!"
He made his decision directly.
Next, Garen would get up early to practice martial arts with Su Lin's younger sister Irisi every day, and teach her some basic skills training methods. These training methods are absolutely suitable training methods summed up by seniors.
It is the foundation of the Giant Elephant Sect. Without the step-by-step instruction of a master, it is impossible to achieve the authentic goal.
The basic training methods are not powerful and lethal, they are just exercises used for exercise.
The subtleties of each movement have different requirements. It is a perfect movement that can avoid hidden injuries to the greatest extent and achieve the purpose of exercise to the greatest extent.
Moreover, Garen, as a master, needs to adjust the amount of training based on Irisi's physique at any time. Different people's physiques are different in strength and weight, and they all need to be considered.
It is also necessary to specially prepare suitable recipes and potions for bruises and injuries.
At the same time, he is also trying to use subtle toxins from the outside to try to stimulate the Iron Yin Palm, such as insect poisons, plant toxins, etc., to see if the effect can be achieved. But unfortunately, the Iron Yin Palm is completely unresponsive to other toxins from the outside.
It is more and more certain that Galleon needs some kind of external assistance to truly reach the standard.
As for the flame flow hand, practice it continuously according to the standard training method every day. Garen can feel the progress, but at this speed.
It's so slow that one can simply ignore it.
According to his estimation, it would be impossible to get started without a few years of hard work. It seems that Yanliu Hand is also a secret weapon similar to Iron Yin Palm, and something unknown plays a key role, so it cannot be achieved quickly.
While teaching Irisi, there was no movement for five consecutive days.
It wasn't until the last day that news finally came from Su Lin.
On a hillside near the manor.
A middle-aged man dressed like a nobleman slowly stepped on the thick fallen leaves and looked at the manor and lake below.
The man's hair is dark blond, his shawl is spread out, his eyes are clear pink, and they seem to be shining in the faint sunlight, extremely beautiful.
He held a black whip in his hand, rolled it up and holding it, looking like an aristocratic gentleman who was out hunting.
"This is Crohn's manor?"
"Yes." A masked man in green came out from behind a tree trunk on the right. He almost blended in with the entire environment and was difficult to distinguish.
"Cron Befatalia is one of the two commanders of the Southern High Command. He has the rank of lieutenant general. The other party also realized our arrival in advance, and there are people from the secret service in the manor now."
"Secret service?" The man was stunned. "It's really a big deal. I have heard of this notorious federal agency before, but I didn't expect that we would have the chance to meet in person this time. Is the director named Wellington here too?"
"Yes."
"Then let's wait until everyone is here. But anyway, we are all going out this time. Forget it, let Ansara have a headache. It's not my arrangement anyway." The man said calmly.
"wellington"
Another deep voice came from behind the man.
"The last time I saw him was thirteen years ago." The voice was hoarse, and along with the voice, a figure covered in a black cloak came out from behind the man.
"Are you here? How will Ansaro solve this problem? Let's see what we can think of." The man with pink eyes turned sideways and asked.
"No need, just go in, kill the target, and then leave." Ansara said calmly.
"Are you kidding?"
"I'll do it myself this time."
The middle-aged man with pink eyes suddenly froze, and did not say what he originally wanted to say.
"Let's take action when everyone is here. Since Crohn doesn't accept my deal, his fate today is doomed." The black eyes under Ansaro's cloak stared at the manor below.
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask," the pink-eyed man said, "Is it worth sending all four of our kings out just for one thing?"
"You don't understand. I will explain it to you later." Ansara replied hoarsely.
The man stared intently into his eyes under the cloak.
The atmosphere suddenly became dull.
It took a long time before he spoke again.
"Well, I hope you can give us a perfect explanation."
"We will follow your footsteps as always. This was our promise back then." A cold female voice came from the tree on the right.
It was a green-haired woman sitting on a branch of a tree. She wore a white eye patch, with only one eye open.
"You won't be disappointed." Ansara said softly. "Let's go."
He took the lead and walked slowly towards the manor down the mountain.
The pink-eyed man followed closely behind. A large group of green shadows vaguely flashed past both sides of the forest, and there was a faint rustling sound.
"Golden Sword Seat Ansara, I hope you won't get lost." The woman on the tree murmured.