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89 Bad situation 1

"Yes, Senior Brother Simon, we must go back immediately! Disperse and leave!" A disciple from the Twelve South Sect on one side said with an ugly face, "My master asked me to give you a message."

"What are you talking about?" Simon looked up at him and asked hurriedly.

"Someone may use extraordinary measures! Master asked Master Fei to be careful. We can only focus on our own affairs at this time." After the disciple finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left. Only then did Simon notice that he had already picked up the knife in his hand.

A black duffel backpack.

Simon was confused for a moment.

The senior sister Rosita rebelled against the family, and the life and death of the second senior brother are unknown. Now the master is also injured and unable to move, and senior brother Garen who led the team is also missing.

"It would be great if Senior Brother Jialong was here!!" He yelled fiercely.

Suddenly, several figures walked out of the entrance not far away. The leader in front was a tall and strong young man, dressed in white clothes and with deep burgundy eyes.

"It's Senior Brother Garen!!"

"Senior Brother Garen is here!"

"Senior Brother Garen!"

All the disciples of the Twelve Southern Sects seemed to have seen the backbone of the group. The voices of surprise spread from far to near, and quickly spread to the entire Twelve Southern Sects group.

"Master!!" As soon as Jia Long entered the scene, he immediately saw Fei Baiyun who was half lying on the chair. His expression suddenly changed and he hurried over and squatted next to Fei Baiyun.

"Master! How are you? Where are you injured?!"

"Let's go! Get everyone out of here!" Fei Baiyun finally relaxed when he saw Jia Long, and his face relaxed.

Jia Long checked Fei Baiyun's breathing and pulse. It was still normal and the injury was not serious. It was just because his head was shaken that it was temporarily difficult to speak. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this Senior Brother Garen who is known as the strongest from the Twelve South Sects here?" The green-haired young man on the stage suddenly shouted loudly. "It seems that all the people from the Twelve South Sects have pinned their hopes on you. How dare you come up here?"

A battle?”

Garen stood up and glanced around the entire audience.

All the remaining disciples of the Twelve Southern Sects looked at him helplessly, including the Mugent who was defeated by him, as well as some of the sect leaders who were not unconscious.

With a cold snort, Garen moved his shoulders, turned over and jumped onto the ring.

"You are seeking death on your own." He looked ferocious, and his eyes became increasingly red.

The depression caused by the previous defeat suddenly burst out like a deflated balloon.

"That's not a bad tone!" The green-haired young man sneered, leaned forward, and rushed in front of Garen in an instant.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The two of them exchanged blows for more than a dozen times in a matter of seconds, and the sound of elbows and fists hitting each other was endless.

Bang!

The green-haired young man turned pale and was knocked back a few steps. He clutched his chest tightly and couldn't catch his breath for a while.

Garen jumped back in an instant, and his whole body suddenly stopped. He opened his hands and fingers and held them in a round ball. A manic heat quickly condensed in his body, which was caused by the rapid heating of his skin.

His eyes were getting redder and redder, and the sound of breathing through his nostrils could be heard faintly like the roar of giant elephants. It was like a depressing bomb.

"Not good!!" A green-haired middle-aged man in the audience changed his face wildly. He flashed and rushed towards Garen.

The faces of the sect leaders and sect leaders sitting around also became solemn.

The masters of the Star Ring Gate and the Red Sand Sword leaned forward slightly, with a look of shock on their faces.

Suddenly, the master of the Red Sand Sword Sect remembered something.

"This is...!!!" He, who had been so calm before, now could hardly close his mouth when he opened it.

boom!!

There was a sudden loud noise on the stage. There was a tearing sound, and countless pieces of clothing flew away.

Garen's muscles swelled fiercely, and he stood where the green-haired man was like an ancient behemoth. But his huge body of more than two meters gave people a terrifying sense of oppression. He looked at the green-haired master and apprentice with cold eyes.

One glance.

"The apprentice is dying, will the master come?"

The green-haired middle-aged man was holding the unconscious apprentice, his face turned pale. He was shaken back more than ten steps, his clothes were in tatters, and for a moment he couldn't breathe and was speechless.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground exhausted.

"Okay, okay! Baiyunmen Jialong, I will remember this slap. I will be rewarded in the future!!" He laughed sadly, hugged his apprentice and jumped away, disappearing into the crowd in an instant, as light as a swallow flying in the rain.

Incomparable.

Garen glanced at the audience with a cold expression, turned around and jumped off the stage.

"Pack your things and leave here immediately!"

"Yes! Senior brother!"

The four of Ke Ling responded in unison, one of them supported Simon, and Garen picked up the master and left quickly towards the entrance. His injury was not healed, and if he continued to be beaten, he would definitely be seriously injured and unable to leave. Otherwise, he would definitely try to take that person away.

The two masters and apprentices stayed on the spot.

As soon as he walked into the entrance, Garen could no longer hold back, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother!!" Ke Ling and others were anxious and immediately wanted to come over to help him. However, Jia Long raised his hand to stop him.

"Leave now! If the news inside the door is true, we may be in danger! We can't stay here for long." Garen strode forward quickly.

The four of them quickly followed, followed by more than a dozen disciples from other sects.

"Why are you following us?!" Garen turned around and asked in a deep voice.

"I...we are also returning in the same direction as you! I hope that Senior Brother Jialong can protect us and go back!" A young man with short silver hair suddenly stood up and begged helplessly. Some disciples behind him were supporting two unconscious old men, who looked like

Baiyunmen is in a similar miserable situation.

"Then follow me!" Garen knew that one more person was not much, so he simply gave him this favor.

"My name is Rampac! I'm their representative!" the silver-haired boy quickly introduced.

Garen just nodded and said nothing.

The group quickly packed their things and rented a car from the Star Ring Gate, but were rejected. The other party remained neutral and did not want to get involved in this incident.

In the parking lot, Garen was dressed in white, and more than ten people stood together, staring at the Star Ring gatekeepers guarding the car.

The leader of these Star Ring Sect members is a handsome man with blue hair. This man is dressed in black, with his arms exposed, and a black cross carved on his right arm.

"I am Ni Shixing. The owner of the gate has issued an order not to allow anyone to rent a car. You should please go back." The man said lazily with his arms crossed.

"We were invited by you to participate in the exchange meeting, but now that we are in trouble, you are not even going to rent a car to us... You... You!!" Ke Ling was so angry that he could hardly speak.

"I also followed the teacher's instructions. Not only you, but all the other sect leaders of the Twelve Southern Sects are not allowed to rent cars. Do you think you are the only one? Senior Brother has already gone to the other side." Ni Shixing put down his hands.

, raised his right arm and grasped it lightly with five fingers. "As long as senior brother is here, you small sects can't succeed even if you are the leader of the sect. It's better to give up and go back honestly, wouldn't it be good?"

The Star Ring Sect disciples behind him all had expressionless faces and were well-trained. After hearing these words, they slowly lowered their right hands and moved their five fingers gently, and a chilling aura slowly filled the air.

Garen stared at Ni Shixing with cold eyes. He could feel the opponent's aura, which was almost the same as him now. The two of them were evenly matched. If they really wanted to fight, it would still depend on their luck.

This is also the reason why the other party was not very arrogant from the beginning. The two of them are the strongest combat power on both sides, and they are both afraid of each other. Just after reaching this level, Garen has been able to vaguely learn from the other party's subtle movements, words, deeds, and body.

He can judge the opponent's strength level based on his movements. He can feel the threatening aura on the opponent's body and the threat to himself!

"Okay! Very good! Star Ring Gate, I remember it!" Garen turned around and left. Although he was absolutely confident in his own strength, this was the Star Ring Gate's territory, and it was not a wise choice to conflict with the opponent.

And the most important thing is that he is still injured.

"This challenge is definitely premeditated, a premeditated plan against the Southern Twelve Gates Alliance!" Simon said fiercely, holding his broken arm. "Why doesn't anyone challenge us, but insists on challenging our Southern Twelve Gates! Ten

The second sect leader is either unconscious or injured, and not many of them still maintain their strength. Obviously someone wants to subvert the status of our twelve sects!"

The group of people quickly walked out of the parking lot and left directly beside the vehicle.

Ni Shixing breathed a sigh of relief and stared at Garen's leaving figure with a low gaze.

"The third-rate giant elephant secret martial arts was actually cultivated to this point by him..." Recalling the scene on the field just now. "There can be no mistake... That is indeed..."

Garen and others quickly walked toward the exit.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Now the twelve sects have too much time to take care of themselves. Ke Ling just said that all sects have serious internal problems. Is it true?" Garen took the lead and asked as he walked quickly.

"It's true!" Simon nodded fiercely, "It's obvious that this is a conspiracy against us, and the other party has bribed the Star Ring Gate. Maybe there is some secret agreement! Senior brother, we must be careful!"

"No matter how careful you are at times like this, you can only rely on strength to charge forward!"

As soon as Jia Lung and his group walked out of the parking lot, they saw a group of other students from the South Twelve Sect coming out of the exit of the parking lot on the left. Two middle-aged men and women walked in front while arranging the other disciples behind them.

They are all headed by two people.

The other party also saw them, nodded slightly to Garen, and took the lead in walking to the left.

"That side is in the direction of the military garrison. It seems that they are related to the military! Senior brother, do you want us to follow them?" Ke Ling asked in a low voice.

Garen looked up and saw that on the floor above, the student leaders of other sects were standing on the floor looking at him and others. Among them were the Cross Sword Leighton couple who had been close to him before. He had been wondering, after that

He participated in the competition, but the opponent never showed up again. Now it seems that he obviously got the news in advance and avoided it.

"If the other party has the strength to help us, they will definitely be a favor. Now they are leaving on their own, obviously they are not sure. Let's go! Go back along the original road and take the train directly. I want to see what means the other party will use to deal with us!"

Garen snorted coldly and strode towards the right lane.

The white cement driveway was wide enough for four carriages to drive side by side. The group followed Gallon to the carriage stop at the entrance of the Star Ring Gate.

The black and white horses blew out white breath from time to time and scratched their hooves. They were tied to the trunk of a big tree on one side.

Galen walked directly to the largest double-row four-row carriage, pulled up the carriage's binding rope and gently pulled it, and the rope broke immediately.

"Get in the car!"

More than ten people jumped onto the carriage without hesitation.

Gallon found a large carriage from behind and asked the remaining people to get on it.

"This is our car! What are you doing!" A voice came from the door of the star ring gate.

Gallon ignored it and asked his disciple who was good at driving the carriage to pick up the whip and whip it. The two carriages turned quickly and started to trot towards the road, leaving the sound behind them.

Galen sat next to the driver's seat, squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the actual state of his body.

Since Miwu entered the explosive level, he himself doesn't know what stage his current strength has reached. The only thing he knows is that he is very strong! Much stronger than before!

There seems to be a blood cell in the center of the chest and abdomen that is constantly rolling and rotating, constantly ejecting a large amount of heat currents that circulate in the body's limbs. The ejected heat currents are like countless streams, flowing through the body and then automatically flowing into the blood cells. Repeatedly and continuously.

The injury inside the body was not healed. Just now, I had a palm fight with the green-haired middle-aged man. The characteristic of the giant elephant secret martial arts is that it has extremely strong explosive power, but once it encounters a similar or stronger hard bone, this explosive power will be reduced.

Instead, it becomes a counter-shock force and injures oneself.

Garen's injuries, which had been much better, were slightly aggravated.

"But it doesn't matter." Strangely enough, the blood cells in his chest and abdomen were slowly repairing the injuries in his body like attribute points. "At this rate, it will be completely stabilized in half an hour, and his strength will not be affected at all."

Garen secretly estimated.


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