Near the vast Luyang Mountains, there is a bustling city. In the eyes of Luzhou people, this flowery southwestern city is second only to the state capital.
This is Huayuan City.
At this time, on the bustling streets of Nancheng District, there were three men and women with outstanding temperament, walking slowly on the wide road. Some pedestrians around them would subconsciously stay away when they saw them.
"I didn't expect that in a hundred years, Huayuan City would actually develop to its current size. If the geographical location hadn't changed, I would have thought that we were on the wrong track." The burly man at the head said with emotion.
"Well, it seems to be twice as big as before." The young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes next to him agreed, but his expression seemed a little absent-minded.
On the other side, a beautiful woman who looked similar to the young man also looked uneasy.
These three people are the brothers and sisters Lu Kun and Zhao who came to Luzhou from Cangzhou through Qingzhou.
Seeing the expressions of these two disciples, Lu Kun looked a little sad and said: "Hey, a rough calculation shows that almost a hundred years have passed. Although the Iron Fist Sect still exists, the leader Zhao Yuanji is definitely no longer there..."
Zhao Qingtian sighed: "Master, in fact, when we brothers and sisters went to Yueyang Sect, my father guessed the path we would take in the future, but his wish was to prosper the Zhao family."
"If my father knew that our brothers and sisters had become monks at the foundation-building stage, he would definitely be filled with joy."
"The only thing I feel guilty about is that I didn't accompany him in his last days."
When Zhao Qingtian was performing tasks for the Yueyang Sect, he would occasionally go home once or twice. However, later on, the Shangqing Sect battlefield and the annihilation of the sect came together, so he and Zhao Xueer had to travel far away.
Zhao Xueer was silent, with tears in her eyes.
Lu Kun watched the two disciples fall in love with each other, silently patted their shoulders, and comforted them: "Speaking of which, Master Zhao hopes that the Zhao family will be strong and prosperous, so you should pass on the family line as soon as possible."
"Xue'er, you and Yuxuan will officially become a couple as monks later on. Can't you see the love between you as teachers?"
When Zhao Xueer heard this, her frosty pretty face showed a rare hint of blush, but she thought of something and quickly returned to her original state, with a murderous look in her eyes: "Master, my junior brother and I have made a private agreement to wait.
I will take revenge on Master Wang Ruobing before I consider this matter."
Zhao Qingtian's eyes turned red at this time, and he said coldly: "This disciple also wants that woman to give an explanation."
Lu Kun still didn't know who they were talking about, the elder of the Demon Spirit Sect who had infiltrated the Yueyang Sect, Li Waner, a late-stage pill-forming monk.
Then he remembered the woman who used the element-devouring technique on her, and Nie Wufeng's words also echoed in his mind.
"Only when you become stronger is the most important thing."
Lu Kun secretly clenched his fists.
"With my current strength, I can't escape from the Nascent Soul Stage monks. It's not the right time yet."
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After a few people were silent for a while, Lu Kun spoke again: "Actually, the main purpose of coming here this time is to see if there are any good talents in the Iron Fist Sect. You must know that I left the first three levels of the Diamond Art to Master Zhao."
"The Iron Fist Sect is so powerful now. It is estimated that there are many warriors who have reached the third level. If they are suitable warriors, they can be accepted as second-generation disciples."
Zhao Qingtian sighed and said: "A hundred years have passed, and I still don't know if the current person in charge of the Iron Fist Sect is a descendant of my Zhao family."
Lu Kun said: "Don't worry, I only told your father Zhao Yuanji the formula of the Diamond Art. With his sagacity, he will only keep this technique firmly in his hands."
"Although you are not in the family, the Zhao family still has collateral bloodlines. If nothing else happens, the Zhao family should still be in power."
Zhao Xueer wrinkled her nose slightly and said: "But Master, we didn't get any information about the leader of the Iron Fist Sect. We only know that he has the title of Ba Fist and lives in seclusion. It is said that even within the sect, not many people have seen him."
Lu Kun smiled and said, "The Iron Fist Gate is ahead. Let's go in and check it out."
While the few people were talking, they had already walked through this bustling street, and after turning the corner was the Iron Fist Gate.
Today's Iron Fist Gate is very different from the original one. Just the outside of the door has been repaired, and the original arched door has become larger. It is made of precious marble materials that can withstand the invasion of time.
The three characters "Iron Fist Gate" on the arch are even made of red gold. Without strong strength, ordinary sects would never do such a jealous thing.
But the Iron Fist Gate is different. The eight majestic men at the gate who are still shirtless in winter are not something ordinary warriors can provoke.
According to Lu Kun's perception, these five major and three powerful warriors are all at the level of the second-rate peak. Using such warriors to guard the door shows the strength of the Iron Fist Sect in the world.
According to the information they gathered, the Iron Fist Sect can now be said to be the most powerful sect in the southwestern part of Luzhou, with as many as ten top-notch warriors, which is simply not something that other sects can compete with.
As the headquarters of the Iron Fist Sect, this place is no less than a dragon's pool and a tiger's den for people in the world.
However, Lu Kun and the others are immortal cultivators, and they can easily walk in with the simplest invisibility technique.
The three of them calmly entered this sect, which was very different from a hundred years ago. Then, under the leadership of Lu Kun, they walked in many twists and turns until they reached a bamboo forest in the deepest part.
Lu Kun took a deep breath and said, "That old ghost Murong killed countless seniors who practiced the Vajra Art here back then. Fortunately, such a thing will never happen again."
After saying that, he and the Zhao brothers and sisters walked lightly through the bamboo forest. The trap designed by mortals was fully exposed under the consciousness of the immortal cultivators.
After a while, three people appeared in the backyard of the courtyard.
I happened to see an old man who was nearly sixty years old and had half a hundred hair sitting cross-legged in the middle. There was a crystal clear stone in his arms, exuding a faint aura.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and immediately spotted three strangers appearing in the backyard.
His pupils were dilated and his eyes were full of shock and anger. He immediately put on a defensive posture, but said in a very calm tone: "Who are you? Zhao doesn't seem to know you."
Lu Kun exclaimed softly: "My surname is Zhao, Qingtian. It seems that what I said is right. I am still the head of the Zhao family."
Zhao Qingtian looked at the old man in front of him carefully, frowned and said, "Whether he is from my Zhao family, I have to test his bloodline."
The old man heard that several people were indifferent to his words. He was not angry. Instead, he became more cautious and observed the three strangers carefully.
"Hey, what do these people look like?"
Looking at these three strangers intently, the old man suddenly felt that the faces of some of them, especially the burly man at the head, were somewhat familiar.
An idea flashed in the old man's mind, and he said with disbelief: "The Supreme Elder!"
Then his expression changed again.
"Impossible, the Supreme Elder is at least over a hundred years old. Who are you? How dare you pretend to be the Supreme Elder of my faction."
After speaking, the old man's body flashed and he suddenly rushed in front of Lu Kun. With a whistling sound, he hit his chest with his hands. At the same time, his calves tensed up, ready to retreat at any time.
But when the old man hit his opponent, he felt that he was hitting cotton, as if there was no point of focus, but a strange force immediately surged out of the cotton. This force was as unfathomable as the sea, and it easily pushed him away.
Fly out.
Lu Kun remained motionless, feeling the old man's attack, and said with some surprise: "Back then, I only had three levels of Vajra Art left, but you, this kid, actually have the fifth level of physical power."
When the old man heard this, his expression was stunned, he looked at Lu Kun blankly, his body trembled and said: "Vajra Jue... you... are you really the Supreme Elder from a hundred years ago!"