Mysterious journey

After sitting in the teahouse for more than half an hour, Jia Long quickly learned most of the more detailed information from this ruffian named Zhao.

Dongzhou is too far away from the three continents, and the martial arts world is relatively independent, but the reputation of the Immortal Palace Demon Sect still has considerable deterrence. The ban on martial arts is also the best way for ordinary warriors to obtain highly powerful secret weapons.

After listening to the intelligence information this guy said, Garen also fell into thinking.

His purpose is very simple, that is to find Ying'er or related people first. But now the ban on martial arts in the Immortal Palace makes this idea a little difficult.

So how can you find the person you want as quickly as possible?

The best way is to use power, and with the help of existing large-scale power, no matter what you want to do, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

"What is the distribution of the local martial arts community in Dongzhou?" He thought and asked.

"My hometown is the three major sects of Bailu Sect, Heisha Sect and Longmen Sect," Zhao ** replied quickly. "If you are looking for an expert from the three major sects, I can also help. I know an outer disciple of the Heisha Sect who can definitely help you."

"What else? Since Dongzhou has its own system, there must be powerful figures comparable to the Immortal Palace and the Demon Sect, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't have been annexed long ago?" Garen asked lightly.

"This is natural, this is natural. Yue Qingdi of Bailu Sect is one of the three most talented people in Dongzhou, as well as Yu Qingzi of Longmen Sect, and Keqing Sanshanren of Heishamen, a Sanren master. These are the three strongest innates of Dongzhou. A master, oh, he is also what you call a master of the martial arts level."

"Qi Condensation Form?"

Garen had also heard the term innate master on Earth, but he didn't expect it to have the same meaning here.

Bailu Sect, Heisha Sect, and Longmen Sect are the three strongest martial arts forces in Dongzhou.

"It is said that it refers to the almost liquefied spirit. It is mentioned in the martial arts manual that the three states of air, liquid, and solid represent the division of fighters. In addition, the three major factions have colluded with each other and formed alliances with the three major warlords. Among the four major warlords in Dongzhou, Kong Lin, Zhao and Hu, only Hu Jun does not have the support of the martial arts sect." Zhao ** knew everything and said everything he knew in one breath.

Garen thought for a moment, and he knew the division of spirit very clearly. Bailu Gate, it sounds like the name may have something to do with Baiyun Gate, but you can go and take a look. Just go with what name should be used as well. Directly display the Baiyun Gate sign, or go there secretly and quietly.

Garen felt troubled, so he simply didn't want to think about it and found Bai Lumen first.

"Take me to Bailumen, and I'll let you go when you get there." He looked at Zhao Ruffian in front of him calmly, "What's your name?"

"Zhao Zhaojun" Zhao ruffian was trembling all over. Looking at Jialong's increasingly pale complexion, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

puff.

The companion next to him seemed to be drunk at this time, and fell on the table motionless.

Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and his face suddenly turned pale. He could feel that the body temperature of his companions around him was getting colder and colder.

He saw Garen opposite him smiling slightly at him, showing his white teeth.

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Between the vast green mountains and the sea of ​​trees, the mountains are undulating, and the uneven forests on the high ground seem to be covered with a green carpet.

A white path winds in the middle, like a gray cotton thread among the sea of ​​trees.

"The sky is full and empty, and the weather is cold and hot in June."

Garen frowned and looked at the red letter on the white mountain wall on the left. Even if you stand on the path and look from a distance, you can see the profound strength of the iron-painted silver hooks with the handwriting. It gives people a free and easy but exquisite feeling.

Zhao Jun followed behind him, holding two strong black horses, with a timid and respectful look.

"Is this the Yingxu Valley?" Garen turned around and asked.

"Yes, yes." Zhao Jun nodded fiercely. "This is the reception area of ​​Bailumen!" He said with certainty.

"Then why is there no one?"

"It's morning now. It's expected that someone will be here soon. Moreover, the threshold of Bailumen is extremely high, and most people have long given up the thought of screening for entrance." Zhao Jun answered without any hesitation.

These days, he had to suffer from the near-death feeling as his body temperature gradually dropped every night. The feeling of gradually falling into endless darkness made his awe of Garen reach its maximum level. He treats Garen better than his own son.

Garen nodded noncommittally and strode into the fork in the forest beside the stone wall.

There are shady green bamboo forests on both sides of the fork in the road. The light is a bit dim and the air is cool, but it is a bit deep.

The two of them walked one behind the other, leading their horses slowly on the forked road. After a while, a gray-black wooden square mountain gate appeared in front of them, with the words Yingxu Valley hanging above the gate.

Below is a section of white stone steps that lead to the inside of the mountain gate. You can see that the stone steps go all the way up the mountain, with white mist lingering at the top and almost no end in sight.

There is a young man in green clothes at the gate of the mountain, sweeping the floor gently with a broom.

Garen narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the young man sweeping the floor. He vaguely saw a trace of Baiyun Miwu's Qi and blood movement from the other man's movements. With his Northern Halberdier Han Yan Zhen Shui Xie Gong attainment, the surroundings Within a range of more than two hundred meters, any liquid flow cannot be hidden from his control. Naturally, he knew much about this young man's blood flow.

"Sir, please spare my life! My Lord, please spare my life!!" Zhao Jun on the side suddenly shouted, turned around and ran away.

Garen didn't look at it and flicked his backhand.

laugh!

Zhao Jun fell down at the sound, and red and white blood slowly flowed out from the back of his head. The whole person was motionless.

The young man sweeping the floor over there suddenly turned pale, screamed, dropped the broom and ran up the mountain.

"Someone is coming!! Someone is coming!! Killing!!"

The young man rolled and crawled and ran away in a few strokes.

Garen ignored him and just walked up the stairs. Not long after walking, there was the sound of clanging bells, and then the sound of dense and messy footsteps.

Garen quickened his pace and was able to cross more than ten steps in one step. Soon, a blue-black Taoist temple appeared in front of him.

The Taoist temple was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it were surrounded by immortal energy. At this time, the door was open, and several old men in black, surrounded by a group of disciples in green, were stepping out of the door and walking towards the stone steps.

Seeing Garen appear, several old men in black standing in front were slightly startled, and then showed cautious expressions.

"This layman."

"Haha. Sure enough, there is a shadow of the giant elephant Miwu." Garen's eyes lit up slightly. "Call your responsible person out."

"What do you want when you come here?"

He also asked in an old man's polite manner.

"I'm looking for you Bailumen to do something." Garen grinned.

"What a loud tone." There was a faint voice of dissatisfaction among the crowd. The heads of people were shaking, and the disciples of Bailumen seemed to be a little eager to try.

"I am the person in charge of the branch here, Bai Yuqing." Suddenly a shadow flashed, and a white-haired old man suddenly appeared between everyone and Galen. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and looked like a fairy. Otherworldly.

"The layman has a profound divine light, and he is no ordinary person at first glance. Wouldn't it be better if we all sit down, drink a cup of tea, and exchange martial arts experiences?"

"Bai Yuqing, right?" Garen smiled, "It seems you are the strongest person."

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

Bai Yuqing also tensed up and disappeared at the same time.

Two shadows collided in the open space in front of the Taoist temple and passed each other.

Jia Long's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Taoist temple, behind everyone, while the old Taoist Bai Yuqing's face was pale and he stood shaky in front of the steps.

"Excellent Qinggong." He raised his right hand, and the sleeve of his right forearm was cut off a whole section at some point. He didn't realize it until afterwards. "I thought I had mastered Sanzhonglou Qinggong by studying it carefully, but I didn't expect it."

As one of the elders of the Bailu Sect, he is also a veteran with profound skills among fighters. Even though his physical response has declined due to his age, he has gained more experience. The skill he is most proud of is the peerless light skill called Sanzhonglou. Unexpectedly, today, a young man suddenly appeared.

The faces of the people in the Taoist temple around were all ashen, and they were so shocked that they could not speak. Even the veteran fighter Elder Bai was defeated in one move. This meant that no one in the entire temple could resist the other party. If someone could not Be careful to anger this person.

In this troubled world where human life is like a piece of grass and killing is not rewarded, anything can happen.

For a moment, the entire entrance to the Taoist temple was silent, and all eyes were focused on Jia Long.

"Your Mightiness."

"I want the Bailu Sect to help find a few people." Jia Long directly stated his request, "The former disciples of the Baiyun Sect of Shiyanzhou, and the people of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect."

Before you finished speaking, everyone's pupils shrank in love with you.

Nantian Holy Fist Sect!

"You are the remnant of Nantianmen."

Before a voice in the crowd could finish speaking, his head exploded with a bang.

The remnants of Nantianmen!

"I am the leader of the Baiyun Sect and the number one general of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect, Garon Terry Jones. Longbar. I hereby call upon all members of the sect, regardless of the Baiyun Sect or the Nantian Sect."

Gallon's voice shook the entire Taoist temple, like thunder. Some young people with weaker physical abilities were numb all over and were almost knocked to the ground.

"Southern Holy Fist Sect!! You...you..." Bai Yuqing's face was twisted. Others had not experienced that era and did not know the horror and vastness of that battle. Only the older generation like them, he actually went to Black Smoke back then. One of the martial arts disciples on the island witnessed the shocking and terrifying battle with his own eyes.

"Gagaron?! You are Garen?! The King of the Century!!" Bai Yuqing felt his scalp numb, and the strength he had just lifted from his body instantly dissipated, looking at Garen as if he had seen a ghost.

"Pass a message for me." Garen looked calm, "Is it okay?"

There was an illusory loud bang.

With Galen as the center, a plasma-like terrifying aura exploded instantly, completely enveloping the entire Taoist temple in just an instant.

With a plasma-like vigor, it seemed as if even the sky was dyed red, and a strange whistling sound could be heard faintly.