Yoda coughed twice.
"I can't do it anymore. It is impossible to recover from the shoulder injury in a few months."
"It's because I didn't think carefully." Crohn nodded, expressing his understanding.
Garen pondered for a moment.
"I also need to recuperate from my injuries. It's impossible to do it right away, and even if I do it now, I'm no match for Anshaluo. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that Anshaluo's martial arts have reached the peak level."
The atmosphere in the room also fell silent for a while.
Crohn sighed and waved for the soldier to open the door. A few maids immediately served breakfast, a light blue long loaf of bread, with some apple slices, a large piece of pineapple, and a glass of unknown material. The red drink is still bubbling.
Everyone didn't say much, and quietly ate breakfast, only the sound of knives and forks colliding on the table from time to time.
Garen ate quietly, while carefully calculating An Shaluo's strength and the recovery time needed for his injury.
"Anshaluo has worked hard to get the golden sword seat, so he is sure. I wonder how much you know about Anshaluo before?" Crohn asked in a low voice.
Garen was the first to shake his head, expressing ignorance.
Su Lin also shook his head, but only looked at the eight-armed dragon king Yoda.
A thick bandage was tied on Yoda's shoulder, and he quickly took the food on the table with one hand and kept stuffing it into his mouth.
"Don't look at me, I don't know very well. An Shaluo himself is a master of my age. I just heard about this organization he joined or established later."
Although he knew that what he said was completely unreliable, it wasn't that he didn't know, it was just that he didn't want to, but Su Lin and the others couldn't force it.
Garen finished his drink in one gulp, and gently put down the cup.
"Actually, no matter what purpose Anshaluo has, no matter what ruins he goes to, it is impossible for him not to come out. When he comes out of the ruins, he will know what he is looking for. What we have to do now, It is to consider how to deal with him. So many people were defeated by him before, if it happens again, relying on the strength here, do you think you can really resist him?"
After saying something, several people didn't say a word.
Only the new lieutenant general Lan Ni frowned.
Garen shook his head.
"I'm just a pure martial artist, so I don't mix so much. Whenever you think of how to deal with Anshaluo, just tell me, Surin. I have to go down and recover from my injuries. No matter what the plan is, everyone is injured now. Not good, everything is useless. Excuse me."
He stood up, turned and pushed the door out.
Along the red carpet corridor guarded by guards all the way, Garen went straight out of the small building.
It was already bright outside, and small patrol motorcycles came from a distance from time to time.
The original empty space in the manor is full of guards in yellow military uniforms patrolling and guarding. Temporary safety fortifications have been set up in the corners of some places that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are guards standing guard and patrolling everywhere in the surrounding buildings and on the roof.
The entire manor turned into a large military camp overnight.
Garen took a deep breath, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood from yesterday's fierce battle still lingered in the air.
Striding towards the lake outside the manor, he planned to take a good rest and take a swim to relax his body.
Suddenly, a guard ran quickly not far away, wearing a yellow helmet, ran up to him, snapped to attention and saluted.
"Mr. Gallon, there is a little boy outside the manor who said he was looking for you, and he refused to leave."
"Little boy?" Gallon immediately recalled the snot-nosed boy he met around the eight-armed dragon king's residence. "Could it be him?"
"Thank you for the notice, please take me to have a look."
"Okay. Please follow me." The guard nodded and turned around, trotting towards the gate of the manor.
Garen followed at a leisurely pace. One step was equivalent to two or three steps away from the guards. It looked like he was walking leisurely, but in fact his speed was not considered slow.
Soon, after passing through the heavy defense line, Garen saw the little boy with a runny nose in a temporary guard room built on the right side of the door.
The kid's face was pale, and his arms were swollen out of shape, almost twice their original size. It's like two grown men's arms being pressed, wearing a sleeveless gray linen jacket, with messy hair like a chicken coop.
As soon as Garen entered the door, he recognized him as the little guy who asked to learn to fight with him. But what made him speechless was that behind this kid was dragging an oil bottle, a petite and cute little girl.
The moment he saw the little girl, Garen narrowed his eyes suddenly.
The atmosphere in the entire guard room instantly became dull, and a terrifying sense of oppression pervaded everyone's heads like a dark cloud. It was as if the sky was about to collapse.
Not only the little boy, but even the two guards who were monitoring him trembled all over, and almost drew their guns immediately.
This is the strong sense of oppression that spirit will have on any creature, and it is the creature's instinctive fear of danger and natural enemies.
The little boy was trembling all over, his face became paler and his chapped lips were almost bleeding.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Gallon sat on the chair, looking down at the little boy and the little girl indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.
But the strange thing was that when everyone was trembling with fear, the pretty little girl's original pitiful expression suddenly changed, from fear and panic to calm and cunning, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.
"How did you find me?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a bird singing.
"It seems that you were the one who gave him advice at the time." Garen didn't answer directly, staring at the little girl closely, "I'm just saying when a little guy can actually see my strength. It's a lot of age Still pretending to be tender, this is the first time I have seen a warrior like you."
"Stinky boy! What is a lot of age!?" The little girl's eyes changed, and she felt like she had been poked into a sore spot. "Don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young!? If it weren't for the fact that this kid is not suitable to inherit my martial arts! Do you think I would specifically let him find you?!"
As soon as the little girl spoke, the surrounding guards were startled, and they quickly pulled out their guns and pointed them at her.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a master of special martial arts." Garen raised his hand to calm all the guards. "You go out first, I will have a good talk with them."
"I'm sorry, we must supervise the whole process of unknown people from outside. This is Lieutenant General Lan Ni's highest order!" A lieutenant walked in and said calmly. "Mr. Gallon, please don't make it difficult for me." As soon as he entered the door, he felt a strange sense of danger that made the hairs all over his body stand on end, and he unconsciously pressed his hand on the gun handle at his waist. His eyes were fixed on the weird little girl.
Garen's eyes shifted and fell on the young male lieutenant.
"Alright, I understand your difficulties. Then let's go out and talk."
He suddenly withdrew his courage, and everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Standing up, he walked out of the guard room and walked towards a grove outside the manor.
The boy was followed closely by the little girl, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the forest.
After walking a short distance in the woods, Garen turned around and stopped until no one noticed.
"Tell me, who are you and what are your goals?" Garen looked at the little girl behind him indifferently.
This pink and cute girl, petite but not more than eight or nine years old, gave him the feeling of an old monster getting into a child's body, definitely not an ordinary martial artist.
The other party was no more than his waist height, wearing a somewhat worn-out maroon suspender skirt, with straight and smooth reddish-brown shawl hair, and horizontal bangs on his forehead. Wearing thick black cotton socks and little red leather boots on her lower body, her skin is as crystal clear and smooth as snow, and a pair of big wine red eyes sparkle.
Walking in the forest with thick fallen leaves, bouncing and jumping, the long hair moves with each movement, giving people a pure and lovely feeling. If it weren't for the cunning and sophistication on her pink face, no one would have thought there was a problem.
But since Garen entered the martial arts family, he seldom judged people only by their appearance.
"What is your purpose?"
He quietly looked at the weird little girl.
"You can call me Celine. My purpose is very simple. I want you to accept Irudas as your apprentice." The little girl Celine stopped talking nonsense and spoke out. "Originally, I didn't plan to expose it, but for the sake of insurance, I think it's better to be open and honest, so as not to affect it in the future."
Garen glanced at the ignorant little boy following behind.
"I've heard that there are secret martial arts in the world of secret martial arts that reduce body size and reduce the loss of essence to prolong life. I didn't expect to see such examples."
"It's good to know how powerful my old man is." The little girl raised her chin triumphantly, "My old man originally planned to take him as a disciple himself, but my martial arts are completely incompatible with him. I saw you go to Yoda's residence the other day. I just found out that your martial arts style is actually very suitable for the little guy's personality. And most importantly, the little guy Irudas looks like he's following you! He really foolishly followed your instructions to do enough training!"
She also showed some headache at this time.
"I just saw Ansha Luo's strength. It is rumored that it is the peak of the previous generation. I don't know your strength." Garen changed the subject and said lightly. He gradually began to gather a strong and terrifying spirit.
A large amount of vigor surrounded him, forming a phantom of a giant elephant invisibly.
There was no roar, no movement, the giant elephant just quietly enveloped Gallon, standing there, his eyes seemed to be filled with terrifying blood.
An invisible pressure suddenly pressed on the little girl Celine.
"An Shaluo, you've already seen him?" Celine was surprised, her small body flipped upside down and jumped away, lightly avoiding the suppression of Garen's momentum.
Garen's eyes narrowed. The opponent was able to avoid his suppression so easily and not confront him head-on. Obviously, he was not an ordinary character. A martial artist who can accurately sense the speed and range of momentum suppression is at least a fighter with his own spirit.
He slowly raised his right hand and was about to strike.
"Don't be nervous! It's not your style to bully children at every turn, is it? If it is rumored that the general of Nantian Shengquan is actually bullying a little girl who is only seven years old, woo... woo." Celine immediately changed her face, her eyes filled with tears With tears in his eyes, he pulled down the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his shoulders like white jade, and opened his throat. "powerful!"
Snapped!
Garen rushed over convulsively and covered her small mouth.
(end of this chapter)