"Xixi was seriously injured, and the other party escaped?" Gallon was sitting in a high seat in the martial arts hall, watching the martial arts exchanges between the disciples below with the other representatives. At this time, he received a call from Quentin and frowned slightly.
"The opponent's strength is very strong! Far from being comparable to the other two elders, Xixi's Huanlou Fist secret was broken, her right rib was injured, and her physical examination showed internal bleeding due to shock. Fortunately, she was saved in time."
"Is your name Tu Lan? Have everyone else in Wellington solved it?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"Everything has been solved, only Elder Tulan has escaped." Quentin replied.
"Ask Xixi to come back to see me." Garen said calmly.
"yes."
After putting down the phone, Garen felt a little surprised. Unexpectedly, he was a little careless. The last elder of the Wellington family was actually a truly high-ranking vampire with real talents and knowledge. He originally wanted Xixi to give it a try.
It seems that things have been going so smoothly that I have not paid much attention to details.
When he came back to his senses, people from the three major boxing schools around him were still chatting and laughing, and they had a good time chatting with Hossiman and several disciple representatives.
After the previous scene between Garen and the master of the Mok Lock Sword Sect, Sabik, several major sects have understood that Garen's strength far exceeds their imagination. They no longer dare to interview him head-on, and instead try to extract money from Garen's disciples.
Intelligence and strength depth.
Judging from the realm of Dongji Sect, Garen's strength should belong to the Grand Master level, which is only one step away from the level of refining gods and returning to the void, and is close to entering the level of myth. Now in Dongfang, there is already a master of the level of refining qi and transforming gods.
All gone. Only everyone in history has reached such a point.
But what they didn't expect was that Garen's real power was not his mental state, but his physically terrifying and tyrannical quality. He could explode thousands of tons of terrifying power in an instant. Such a level was simply unimaginable to them, let alone turning on the Seven Star Points.
The strength at the time of death.
At this time, two figures were jumping up and down, intertwining with each other, making a muffled sound every time they interacted.
It was a waterfowl boxing master under Hosiman exchanging martial arts with a disciple of Saudi Boxing Tams.
The Saudi boxing strangely gives people a feeling of extreme softness in the body. At the same time, while being soft, it can burst out with tyrannical power like a spring. It happened that the fight with Horseman's subordinate was fierce, and it was considered a match.
The people sitting upright were also vaguely headed by Garen, and his huge energy and blood aura unconsciously overwhelmed the entire audience. Especially after meditating on the Holy Phoenix Scripture, the feeling of being alone in my body became stronger and stronger.
.
A trace of the tyrannical spirit escaped and oppressed the representatives of the three major sects around them, making them somewhat uneasy.
Only Du Xinglong, the master of the Dongji Sect, was a little more relaxed, but he also understood that the strength of the Holy Fist Palace was indeed extremely powerful that he had never seen before.
"I heard that Palace Master Jialong is looking for clues about the Mask of the Sleepless Face." While everyone was focusing on watching the competition below, Du Xinglong said slowly. "It just so happens that I have this one about the masks scattered in the east.
news."
"Oh? What does Lord Du mean?" Garen turned his attention and said calmly.
"We have sent people to collect masks. I, Dongjimen, also admire the level of martial arts in the Holy Fist Palace. So I hope to send my little grandson to the Holy Fist Palace for long-term martial arts exchanges."
"Of course that's no problem." Garen nodded. He wore a mask on his face, and although his actual expression could not be seen clearly,1 judging from his tone, he did not mean to refuse.
Du Xinglong knew in his heart that it was simply unimaginable in the East for his grandson to have close contact with a master-level martial arts master who refined energy and transformed into a god. If he did not seize the opportunity, more people would come to him in the future.
.You may not necessarily get much benefit. Once there are more people, the Holy Fist Palace will naturally pay less attention to it.
He understood the intention of the Holy Fist Palace to achieve the orthodox status of world martial arts and become the true holy place that leads all martial arts schools.
Since there is a great master sitting in the Holy Fist Palace, this title is naturally well deserved.
"It just so happens that I also have this plan." Tams on one side smiled and said, "And the ally factions that have formed alliances with us must also have such plans. When the time comes, I will also ask Lord Garon to give more guidance on the junior's practice."
"It's easy to talk about." Garen smiled and nodded.
For a while, the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, and the major martial arts schools also saw the hope of fighting against the vampires from the Holy Fist Palace. However, the truly powerful vampires are not the ordinary vampires, but the top Dead Apostles. That is the real deterrent comparable to nuclear weapons.
Sexual power depends on whether the Holy Fist Palace can withstand the revenge from the Dead Apostles.
The Wellington family is not that easy to mess with. Wellington, the dead disciple, will never give up. It depends on the future development.
After some exchanges, Gallon also learned that Tams had always been on good terms with the senior management of the Lesardi Group, and this time he came here obviously to show support from the Lesardi Group.
We have the manpower, financial resources, and force, but now there is only one chance to truly show the true strength of the Holy Fist Palace.
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Standing in front of Xixi's hospital bed, Garon, wearing a white robe and mask, checked Xixi's condition.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the injured area on Xixi's right rib a few times, then slowly pulled it back, then opened Xixi's eyelids and looked at her pupils.
The remaining people, Quentin and Seidon, all stood by the side, standing respectfully.
Only a few senior officials from the Holy Fist Palace were in the bedroom.
"Teacher, how is Xixi's condition?" Quentin asked worriedly.
"The secret of Huan Lou Quan was broken, which damaged her mental and cranial nerves. She needs to rest. For ordinary people, cranial nerves are non-regenerable tissues, but for us, they can still be regenerated, but it takes a long time.
It's a bit serious, and the injuries on his body caused concussion and internal bleeding, so it will take at least two months to recover."
Garen stopped his hand and replied.
"Thank you, teacher." Ning Ruoxi blushed and huddled under the quilt. The injured area on her right rib was close to her chest. Even being touched like this by the teacher made her feel embarrassed.
"Is this Tu Lan really that powerful?" Seidon couldn't believe it. "The other two elders can even kill the stronger mid-ranking vampires. How come this elder is so strong?"
"This was my mistake." The door to the room was pushed open, and Dam strode in wearing a bright red cloak.
"I have met the teacher." He first bowed his head to Garen and saluted. Then he explained the reason. "I learned about Tu Lan's information from the vampires I control. Although as elders, the three of them never take action, but the elder one
The middle-ranking Vampires of this generation know something about it. Tu Lan was once the strongest warrior in the Wellington family except for the patriarch Wellington. Even among the upper-ranking Vampires, he was a top expert who ranked extremely high."
There was a rare hint of solemnity in his masculine and feminine voice.
"If you want to hunt down Tu Lan, either Hosiman and I will do it ourselves, or the teacher..." He didn't go on, but the meaning was obvious. If it wasn't Galen who did it, there might be no guarantee that everything would go wrong.
"How's it going with the Blood Camarilla?"
Garen did not answer, but turned to ask another question.
"The Secret Party now has the main advantage, and most of the forces of the Ming Party have been suppressed and annexed. There seems to be no response for the time being to the Wellington attack. But it is likely that a deeper outbreak is brewing. We must be prepared to deal with the Dead Apostles at any time.
"There is no news about the dead disciples Hongyue and Baiwan?"
"One thing is, it is said that Bai Bai has disappeared, which is also the main reason for the complete collapse of the Ming Party. Now even the intimidation of the Lion Mother cannot suppress the arrogance of the Secret Party," Dam replied quickly.
Galen was silent.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the sisters Aisharo and Alisha, as well as the weird Red Moon Blood Clan. Inexplicably, he felt that Bai Bai's disappearance might have some inside information about Aisharo and others.
Last time he quietly went back to his parents' place and took a look at Alisha's condition. The little guy's aura of the world was getting stronger and stronger. The aura of the general trend of the world was getting stronger and stronger.
The Elsaro sisters are obviously the core vortex of all events. It is necessary to keep an eye on their development and changes while collecting masks.
Gently reaching out to touch his right eye, this blind eye was still reminding him that the danger from the Nine-Headed Dragon King of the Void was still approaching.
We must speed up our pace...
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Camarilla Blood Alliance
In a mysterious ruins, in a wide and huge white hall.
The densely packed crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are like countless reddish little suns, constantly emitting soft and bright red light.
Below are three huge silver balls floating in the air.
The sphere seems to be made of crystal, and the inner layer can be seen through the outside.
Each sphere has a diameter of more than ten meters, is huge and round, and is filled with an inexplicable amber liquid, with bubbles emerging from it from time to time.
The strange thing is that in each spherical liquid, there is a shapely white-skinned humanoid floating in it.
Inside the three spheres are three bodies, two men and one woman. Each body is wearing a different gorgeous and exquisite robe. Even the men are wearing a black gold-rimmed robe like a long skirt.
"Wellington, your reputation has been exposed by those witches, but you are not in a hurry at all." One of the blond men in black robes opened his eyes and looked at another handsome man with a strange face.
"There is too much waste, so we need to use external forces to clean it up. The family has been decaying for too long." Wellington has short purple hair and a cold expression, as if he doesn't care about the life and death of his family at all. "Anyway, it won't take many years for us to re-establish a family."
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"Pale Castine has been severely injured. Without the help of the Lion Mother, he can't hide for long. But that guy from Red Moon has been missing." The blond man began to think thoughtfully.
"Wellington, I think it's better for you to go back. The little guy named Tu Lan should be about to break through. It's better not to be interrupted. The world has been turning over and over just for us. No new faces have appeared in so many years. It's really
It’s so boring…”
The woman in the last sphere has pale eyes, no pupils, and long green hair that reaches straight to her waist.
"Oh?" Wellington looked slightly surprised, thought for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.
"Then I'll go out. But it's up to you to suppress the pale blood core. Are you sure there's no problem?"
"Wouldn't it be better if you solved it quickly?" the woman said with a low smile.
"Yes." Wellington nodded, turned around slowly, swam back slightly, and then slowly disappeared into the sphere. (To be continued...)