Mysterious journey

"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 secret of Huanlou Fist 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 and see me." Garen said calmly.

"yes."

After putting down the phone, Garen felt a little surprised. He didn't expect that 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, chatting happily 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, and they no longer dare to interview him directly, and instead try to extract money from Garen's disciples. Intelligence and strength depth.

According to 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 the level of entering mythology. In the East now, there is no master at the level of refining qi and transforming into gods. Only everyone in history has reached this point.

But what they didn't expect was that Garen's real strength was not his mental state, but his physically terrifying and tyrannical qualities. Thousands of tons of terrifying power can be erupted in an instant. Such a level is beyond their imagination. Not to mention the strength when opening the seven-star secret point.

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 who was exchanging martial arts with a disciple of Saudi Boxing Tams.

Saudi Boxing strangely gives people a feeling of extreme softness in the body. At the same time, while soft, it can burst out with tyrannical power like a spring in an instant. It happened that there was a fierce battle with Hossiman's subordinate, and he could be regarded as a match.

The people sitting upright were also vaguely headed by Garen. His huge energy and blood aura unconsciously overwhelmed the whole audience. Especially after meditating on the Holy Phoenix Scripture, the feeling of being alone in his 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 feel 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 Lord Jialong Palace is looking for clues about the Mask of the Sleepless Face." Du Xinglong spoke slowly while everyone was focusing on the competition below. "It just so happens that I have this piece of news about the masks scattered in the east."

"Oh? What does Master Du mean?" Jia Long 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. Although his actual expression could not be seen clearly, judging from his tone, he did not mean to refuse.

Du Xinglong knew in his heart that being able to allow his grandson to have close contact with a master-level martial arts master who refined energy and transformed into a god. Such an opportunity was simply unimaginable in the East. If he did not seize the opportunity, more people would come in the future. , you may not necessarily get much benefit. When there are more people, the attention paid by Holy Fist Palace will naturally be weaker.

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. At that time, 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 vampires are really powerful, 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, Garen also learned that Tams had always been on good terms with the top 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 we have 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, Garron was wearing a white robe and a mask to check Xixi's condition.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched 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 rest of the people, Quentin and Sedon, all stood on the edge, 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 profound meaning of Huan Lou Quan was broken, which damaged her mental and brain nerves, and she needs to rest. For ordinary people, brain 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 have 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. 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-level 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 red cloak.

"I've met the teacher." He first bowed his head to Garen and saluted, and then explained the reason. "I learned about Tu Lan from the mouths of the vampires I control. Although as elders, the three of them never took action, there are middle-ranking vampires from the older generation who know something about the situation. Tu Lan is the former member of the Wellington family except for the patriarch Wellington. Besides, he is the strongest warrior. Even among the high-ranking vampires, he is an extremely high-ranking top master."

There was a rare solemnity in his masculine voice.

"If you want to hunt down Tu Lan, either Hosiman and I will take action personally, or the teacher will do it." He did not continue, but the meaning was obvious. If not for Garen's action, it might not be guaranteed to be foolproof.

"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 to the Wellington attack for the time being, but it is likely that a deeper outbreak is brewing. We must be prepared to deal with the Dead Apostles at any time Wellington's counterattack." Damm replied solemnly.

"No news about the dead disciples Hongyue and Baiwan?"

"One thing is that 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 answered 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 to check on Arisa's condition. The little guy's aura of the world was getting stronger and stronger. The atmosphere of the general trend of the world is getting stronger and stronger.

The Elsaro sisters are obviously the core vortex of all events, and they must 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.

What's strange is that in each ball of liquid, there is a shapely white-skinned humanoid floating in it.

Within the three spheres are three bodies, two men and one woman. Everyone is wearing different gorgeous and exquisite robes. Even the men are wearing black gold-rimmed robes like long skirts.

"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. It's time to clean it up with external help. 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. "Anyway, it won't take many years for us to re-establish a family. "

"Pale Castine has been severely injured. Without the help of the Lion Mother, he can't hide for long. But that guy 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 so boring."

The woman in the last sphere had pale eyes, no pupils, and long green hair that reached her waist.

"Oh?" Wellington looked slightly surprised. After thinking for a moment, he spoke in a low voice.

"Then let me go out. But it's up to you to suppress the pale blood core. Are you sure there is 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.