A fist with a black metal glove instantly punched through a tree as big as one person could hold it. The hole made was round and smooth, as if it had been drilled through quickly with a high-speed drill.
"Master Baiyun..." The man wearing boxing gloves gasped, his eyes red.
He suddenly raised his head.
ah!!!!
The violent and angry roar instantly echoed throughout the valley.
"He's not dead...he's not dead!! Hahahaha..." The man raised his head and laughed, "He's not dead! Teacher! He's really not dead!!!"
"Even if he is really not dead, that person was at the level of the King of the Century back then. Do you think you have a chance to take revenge?" Suddenly the man's expression changed instantly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice turned into another sharp female voice.
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"The teacher is dead, but he is not dead!? He is not dead?!" The voice changed instantly and returned to a man's voice. The man held his head and staggered back a few steps.
"If that person is real, you can't kill him." The female voice appeared again. "You are still one step away from being the king of the century."
"Why don't you ask about that man's realm?" The man's voice suddenly chuckled.
"Yeah, maybe it's just fake news?" The woman's voice chuckled. "Unfortunately, the name Garonne has long been completely banned. People who know this name now are all from the older generation, and young people have no idea.
I don’t know what this name represents. Even if someone is pretending to be a master who can defeat the elders of Bailumen, he looks young. He still knows this name, and can even pronounce Garon’s last name accurately. He rashly stood up to call for help.
The disciple, accidentally, found the enemy first. From this point of view, this person is not a fool, and it is really possible that he is the real remnant of the Nantian Clan~~"
"A hidden master?" the male voice said coldly.
"Who knows?" The female voice slowly fell silent and stopped making any sound.
In the forest, only the man was left standing quietly in the wind, motionless.
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"How is the situation with the Immortal Lord?"
In a white pavilion, two men in black were chatting in a low voice while playing chess. They heard bursts of yelling and roaring coming from the forest in the distance. No one was moved at all, and they were obviously used to it.
"Fortunately, last time I pretended to be the Nightmare King, but this time it's better. Even the King of the Century Garen dared to impersonate me. I'm really not afraid of death..."
"Not necessarily. With that level of courage, that person doesn't need to pretend to be any master. It's too easy to make a name for himself."
"He is declaring war on our Immortal Palace. In other words, this itself is probably a conspiracy by other forces against us."
"It's interesting..."
The two of them played one hand and the other, playing at a very fast speed. However, with constant moves, the chessboard the size of a millstone could never finish playing, maintaining a strange equilibrium situation.
"The most likely possibility is that a master from the Nantian Holy Fist Sect is really born. There may even be shadows of the Demon Sect in it."
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In the dense forest of Dongzhou
The girl in black tights staggered, walked a few steps, and then held on to the tree trunk. She lowered her head and panted heavily to rest, and then continued to move forward with all her strength.
The light at noon was bright. The golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, making the whole forest sultry.
The girl's vision was a little blurred. She rubbed her eyes vigorously and continued to look ahead.
The sweat on his body had soaked his black clothes and clung to his body. The wound on his back felt a burning pain.
Suddenly her feet gave way and she tripped over something. She fell forward and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Sakura!" Suddenly an anxious female voice came from afar.
A woman in white clothes and black hair hurriedly jumped up and landed next to the girl, quickly helping her up.
"I'm fine." The girl was unconscious for a while, then she opened her eyes again, pushed the woman away, stood up independently, and held on to a big tree next to her.
"Aunt Ruola, how is the situation in the north? I was also sniped here, so the situation in the north must be worse!" She asked in a low voice, trying hard to stabilize her dizziness caused by excessive blood loss.
The black-haired woman frowned and looked at her worriedly, but she had to answer quickly.
"To the north, under the cover of Ariel and the others, most of the people were successfully evacuated, but three people... died..."
The girl was silent for a moment.
"Damn it!" She punched the tree trunk next to her, lowering her head and unable to see the expression on her face.
"The Immortal Palace has done a perfect job in this sniper plan. It was personally arranged and coordinated by the little fairy master Jie Xiyang. There are fifteen forces of different sizes that besieged us, and they are all led by elite fighters."
Ruola, the woman in black, answered cautiously. "Fortunately, I have news about you, Miss, otherwise this time it would really be..."
"I have to go back quickly, otherwise, if time goes by, dad and the others will be in danger." The girl whispered.
"But this time the news leaks, Miss, you will definitely be suspected! Go back now, once your injury is discovered..."
"No need to say more!" The girl looked firm and raised her head, revealing a delicate and pure fair-skinned girl's face. Her eyes were a rare burgundy color. Her purple-black shawl hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was capable and heroic. She had a good figure.
He is well-proportioned, but he looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. No matter how he pretends to be calm, he still looks a little immature.
"If I don't go back for a long time, the young sect leader of the Yuexing Sect will definitely become suspicious, and it will bring trouble to my father and his family!"
"But, if it is found that you got the information from the young master of Yuexing Sect..."
"I will handle it myself, don't worry." The girl turned her back to the black-haired woman, "Aunt Ruola, please give me some medicine, I can't get it myself."
"well...."
When Ruola saw the bloody flesh on the girl's back, her heart suddenly felt sour.
The fateful responsibility of Baiyun Sect and Nantian Holy Fist Sect must be shouldered by a fifteen-year-old girl alone, even if she belongs to a powerful family whose ancestors have produced the King of the Century. Even if she is extremely talented in martial arts, even if she is
Now he has just broken through to the level of a fighter. He has a precocious temperament.
But she is still just a little girl who has just turned fifteen.
Her parents, brothers and sisters all died at the hands of the Immortal Palace. She wandered since childhood, and then took the initiative to be adopted by a kind-hearted family for revenge. On the surface, she is a rich young lady, but secretly she is a talented martial artist. A powerful fighter with a family tradition.
He also has to deal with his suitors every day to obtain information...
He hurriedly bandaged the girl's hideous wound, applied special powder, took out the clothes he had prepared and put them on her, and then Ruola let out a long breath.
"Your injury is too serious. You cannot use force or force within a month. Otherwise, you are in danger of being paralyzed..."
But the girl didn't hear anything.
"I'm going back. Sister Ariel and the others from Lanzhou are here to help. Everyone should stop going out for activities recently. I will send daily expenses to a fixed place quietly through the maid. You must be careful when you come to pick it up."
"Know."
"Okay, let's go." The girl said calmly.
"Sakura...be careful!"
"Um."
The girl watched Aunt Ruola jump a few times. She quickly picked up the clothes she had changed and disappeared into the woods, and she felt a little relieved.
"It's really difficult both internally and externally...Grandma Ying'er...if it were you, how would you get out of the siege at this time..." She murmured, lost in thought.
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Bailu Mountain Qingyun Temple
In the large square field in the center of the temple, on the white concrete square, hundreds of elite masters gathered around the field. The hot golden sun shone, but no one felt hot.
Everyone's heart is as cold as ice.
In the center of the field, a blond man in black attire was standing in the middle with an indifferent expression, surrounded by four top masters from the sect with fluttering white beards. The four of them were all dressed in green, but at this time, their clothes were soaked with sweat.
Soaked.
An old man in white robe sitting on the sidelines lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but the slightly trembling whisk in his hand showed that he was extremely restless at this time.
The two middle-aged men standing behind him had clenched their fists and dug their fingernails into their palms without realizing it. They just stared at the handsome young man with blond hair and a shawl in the field.
"Your Excellency Gallon, we have already conveyed it to you. I wonder if you have any other requests? Why don't you tell us all." The old man in white robe on the seat whispered, his expression solemn, but his tone
The intention of showing weakness is clearly revealed.
Garen also feels that bullying these ordinary masters is meaningless. With his evil skills, if he exerts a little strength, these people will not even have the power to resist. In an instant, their blood will be controlled by the evil skills and they will become their own puppets. Although they have practiced for many years
Mi Wu's body's energy and blood are much more stable, but for Galen, larger ants are still ants, and they may be crushed to death if they are not careful.
Before the momentum was released, several elders around were so frightened that they did not dare to move or even take action.
"I plan to lend you the Bailu Sect's power. The people from the Immortal Palace and the Demon Sect will arrive sooner or later, and then I will ask the Yue Sect Master to be responsible for arranging the venue."
"Your Excellency, are you really so confident?" Yue Qingdi couldn't tell the depth of Gallon at all. He felt that the Qi and blood in the opponent's body was as vast as the sea, but how could human Qi and blood reach this level? This is obviously a secret martial art.
It caused an illusion. But he had never heard of such secret martial arts!
He didn't dare to take action. He was one of the Three Greatest Fighters in Dongzhou and the strongest fighter. Once he took action, it would be normal to win and it would be fine. But once he lost, it would be a fatal blow to Bailumen's reputation.
"Confidence? Haha." Garen raised his eyebrows slightly. This was not a question of self-confidence at all, but that the two sides were not on the same level.
"I have the latest information about the Nantian Holy Fist Sect." A white-haired elder next to Yue Qingdi suddenly spoke up.
"Please tell me." Garen looked at this man.
The elder glanced at the sect master, received confirmation, and then spoke again.
"The Immortal Master of the Immortal Palace is gathering experts to encircle and suppress the disciples of Nantianmen. Among them, the Lin Family Army is fully cooperating. I don't know what the result will be. I just got the news."
"Encirclement and suppression?" Garen narrowed his eyes, "Where?"