Chapter seven hundred and eighty seventh dragon mighty martial arts
"mark.."
The center of Juliu Ancient Dynasty has become a ruin. It will take at least several years for repairs to restore it to its original condition.
The masters of Kunlun Sword Sect and other great masters stayed in the ancient world of Juliu Ancient Dynasty for three days and left after three days.
Several great powers could not stay, and the twelve elders also returned to the ancient world one after another.
After this traumatic battle, Juliu Ancient Dynasty gradually regained some of its vitality.
Chen Fan also arrived here. At this moment, he was standing under a big tree, looking at a mark on it, and couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.
"Sure enough, it's pretty much what I thought."
Chen Fan touched a wisp of beard under his chin. The only iconic place in the entire Juliu Ancient Dynasty was this center, so Chen Fan rushed here.
Here, Chen Fan inquired about the technique for half a month, but still found nothing. However, on such a tree, Chen Fan accidentally saw such a symbol.
This is what a golden sun looks like when it rises.
Below this, there is another sign, which is a jet black pattern.
"This should be left by Han Wuya, it can't be wrong." Chen Fan nodded and thought in his heart.
"The above one should allude to my technique, as shown in the previous chapter. As for the lower one."
Chen Fan fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "This seems to be the pattern of a bookstore. Could it be that this is the logo of a bookstore in the ancient Juliu Dynasty?"
With such a sign, it’s not a hassle to find it.
So Chen Fan started searching along the way, and he did see a large number of similar signs near this place.
You can basically confirm that this is left to you.
Then let's look for him. If nothing else, he should be in this city.
Chen Fan's heart flashed with excitement.
Chen Fan wandered around this city for three days, comparing it from street to street, and finally found this sign. The gate hung high, with two red lanterns. In front of the gate, there were many weapons, and people dancing with swords and sticks.
Some tough martial arts masters are walking around in this martial arts academy.
"Is this it?" Chen Fan raised his head and looked at the sign, with the words "Dragon Mighty and Martial" written on it.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Just as he was about to go in, Chen Fan was stopped by two tall and thick men with bare arms at the door.
This look looked up and down at Chen Fan fearfully, as if he was scrutinizing someone.
"Have you found where this place is? The dragon is mighty and powerful!"
"Is this a place where anyone can break into?"
Chen Fan raised his head and took a look. He didn't care about these people, but said, "I'm looking for someone, Han Wuya."
"presumptuous!"
With just one sentence, the expressions of these people suddenly changed, "Mr. Han's name was also given by you?"
"Gungun, get out quickly, don't force us to do anything."
When several shirtless men said the words "Han Wuya", extreme dissatisfaction and anger appeared on their faces, and they stretched out their hands to push Chen Fan away.
Unfortunately, their hands pushed Chen Fan's body as if they were pushing on an iron plate, and they did not move at all.
"Is that true?" Seeing their faces, Chen Fan was happy and knew that he had found the right place.
With a slight jolt of energy, the two men fell to the ground, and Chen Fan drove straight in.
"Hey, you're not allowed in." These people were so anxious that they shouted at the top of their lungs from behind.
"Come quickly, stop him. This man is trying to force his way into Longweiwu."
"..."
The Dragon's Mighty Martial Arts is full of lofts and criss-crossed by mountains and rivers. Although it is located in the suburbs of the western city of Kyoto, the fact that it can occupy such a large place in such a place with so much land shows the strength of the Dragon's Mighty Martial Arts.
Longwei martial arts, Juliu ancient dynasty in Kyoto, one of the five major martial arts, with great strength.
Outside the main hall, there are green mountains and green waters. Inside the hall, a scholar is sitting peacefully, with a few beards on his chin.
In this main hall, the seven or eight people were all senior leaders of the Dragon Power Martial Arts, but they were polite to Han Wuya, who had little cultivation.
"Uncle Han, tell me to write." Among these people, there was a rather unharmonious voice, that is, a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, squatting next to Han Wuya, shouting.
In such a solemn place, it seems that a girl of such status should not be here.
However, no matter from Han Wuya to the higher-ups below, everyone turned a deaf ear to it, as if they had not seen it.
"Miss, I will teach you later when I get back."
As he said that, Han Wuya raised his head and looked at the man who had pulled up a stool and sat there on the opposite side of the hall. He lowered his face and said, "One and a half million spirit stones, Long Weiwuxing promised.
Don’t agree? If you don’t agree, then I will join Qinglong Martial Arts.”
This person sneered again and again, and looked determined to win. However, due to this person's identity, they dared to get angry but did not dare to speak out or get angry.
Because of the identity of the person opposite him, a monk who was at the peak of the early stage of Baoding Dan, he was also considered a leader in this Kyoto.
"Han Hu, don't go too far." He clenched his fists, and in this hall, everyone stood up in a flash, with a pale face.
"One and a half million spiritual stones, just for this one shot, your asking price is a bit too harsh."
"Usually it's only five hundred thousand at most, but you've already offered three times the price!"
A look of pain flashed across the person in charge's face. Even if they were a martial artist, they would still bleed heavily if they took out 1.5 million spirit stones in one go.
This is equivalent to a year and a half of profit, with no penny left.
If this is the case, even if you keep the top five rankings, your profits will not be huge.
This Han Hu is just taking the opportunity to rip off people.
"In the competition among the top ten martial arts, Longwei Martial Arts was originally ranked at the bottom. It was only during this period that it jumped into the top five."
"However, this time the conference is about to be held, and the competition is not the messy stuff you had before, this is hard power."
"Your strength ranks at most eighth or ninth among the top ten martial arts. Without my participation, you will definitely fail to make the top five this time."
"If I choose to join Qinglong Martial Arts, which is currently ranked sixth."
Han Hu said with a cold and arrogant face. Behind him, two disciples were following him, holding swords in their arms and looking at these people with sneers.
Shameless, really shameless.
These people couldn't help but clenched their fists. Looking at them like this, they were going to be eaten to death.
But what can they do.
"Mr. Han, what do you think?" Han Hu sneered, putting his hands on his knees and looking at Han Wuya.
"I can give you three more days to think about it."
Han Wuya took a deep breath, his face still calm, but the fists in his sleeves were secretly clenched.
It has only been a few months since he arrived at Longwei Martial Arts, but it has made rapid progress in Longwei Martial Arts.
However, this background cannot be compensated after all, especially for this strong man holding the pill.
One less means one less and cannot be cultivated in a short period of time. Even if it is cultivated, the value will not be great, it will not be heartfelt, and it will not be retained.
Faced with Han Hu's blackmail, he really had no other choice.
The ranking competition between the martial arts is about to begin. The Baodan near the ancient Juliu Dynasty has been completely excavated, and there is not much left.
The Han Hu in front of them was the last one, and they had no choice.
"Forget it, let's get through this first."
Han Wuya shook his head and thought in his mind.
"Han Hu."
Han Wuya looked blank, "Do you really think that you are the only one who can hold the elixir in this ancient Juliu Dynasty?"
"We have almost finished talking with the other person. You can go back first. I will give you news in three days."
After saying that, Han Wuya lowered his head to drink tea with a calm expression on his face.
This tone was so calm that no one could tell there was anything wrong with it.
"This..." Han Hu was immediately startled and confused.
Is what Han Wuya said true or false?
From what he said, he really couldn't guess whether it was true or false, but looking at Han Wuya's calm look, he couldn't be sure either.
"Fart!" Han Hu slapped the table with his palm, stood up in a flash, and glared at Han Wuya.
"You want to deceive me? Huh, let me tell you, in this ancient Juliu Dynasty, I have inquired clearly. Currently, I am the only one left who is a casual cultivator holding pills."
"Who else could you have besides me?"
"see a visitor out!"
Han Wuya seemed not to have heard this. He flicked his sleeves and stood up. He said respectfully to Mo Xuan on the side, "Miss, it's time to go back. I'll teach you how to calligraphy."
"Thank you, Mr. Han." Mo Xuan was very polite despite her young age.
"I don't dare take it seriously." Han Wuya said with a smile.
"Please." As soon as Han Wuya stood up, people from the Longwei Martial Arts School stood up, surrounded Han Hu, and issued an order to expel him.
Moreover, they looked at Han Wuya with admiration.
Regardless of Mr. Han, the city is so deep!
Are you talking to another Bao Dan?
It was completely false. From the beginning to the end, Han Wuya was deceiving Han Hu.
In the final analysis, it is just to keep the price of this Korean tiger down.
"Hmph, I don't care about a little dragon who is so powerful!" With a cold snort, Han Hu just rolled up his sleeves, with a hint of anger on his face.
"That's right, huh, such a ruined temple can't accommodate our master." Behind Han Hu, the disciples also shouted the same.
Han Hu flicked his sleeves, and the aura of Baodan swept out of his body, "I stepped out of this door with one foot today, be careful not to regret it."
"Next time you talk to me, the price will be even more expensive!"
Han Wuya clenched his fists in his sleeves harder and harder, but he still pretended not to hear and turned his back.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? You said you can't break in by force..."