"Julie, this old gentleman is my old friend in Baigadi, Don King Cruz." The old woman introduced the identity of the visitor to the girl. "He is also one of only two people like us among the tens of millions of people in Baigadi."
The girl suddenly showed a hint of surprise. Looking at the old man, he happened to see him smiling kindly at her. "I've heard your name for a long time, sweet little Julie."
"Okay, don't gossip, let's get straight to the point." The old woman finished her introduction. "The Silver Mirror is a treasure from the ancient times. We cannot let it fall into the hands of Asgard. We have to find a way to deal with this situation."
Old Man Donkin frowned.
"The silver mirror is called the cipher mirror in the common population. It is said that it records the ancient magic mirror secret method. Asgard will definitely send the main members this time. I'm pretty familiar with him after fighting each other. I'm afraid that if I meet someone else, I'll be in trouble."
"Then what are your local plans? You should have plans before we arrive, right?" the old woman asked with a frown.
"Of course, the Silver Mirror has a seal, which must be unsealed to obtain the real ciphertext, but along with the ciphertext seal, there is also the most powerful and terrifying prokaryotic will in ancient times. Once the seal is unsealed, the will will be liberated, and the whole The world will be subverted. This is also the original plan of Asgard, so we have found a timing needle, as long as this is placed close to the silver mirror, the unblocking can be interrupted at a critical moment." The old man explained in detail.
Then his gaze fell on the main force again.
"However, since you brought Julie here, the timing needle is of course useless."
"No, if it's the Firefinch mother who came this time, it's considered Julie." The old woman said in a deep voice, "You don't know the danger of the prokaryotic will. That thing is extremely dangerous. Asgard is playing with fire and setting itself on fire. So we You have to prepare with both hands, Julie and all of us will face the Asgard people head-on, only her psychic power can restrain Asgard who has taken the blood of longevity. The timing needle must also be prepared secretly."
Her final addition. "They must not be allowed to succeed. Once the seal is lifted, no one in the world can stop the prokaryotic will. I thought that thing should have been submerged in history long ago."
"How is Julie now? How strong is she?" the old man asked in a low voice.
Julie hesitated, a little ashamed.
"My talent is not enough, and it is only the third pole until now."
The old man's complexion suddenly became weird, and there seemed to be a hint of shame in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to suppress the urge to curse in his heart.
"The third pole, not bad, not bad, already very good."
"Alright then, since the arrangement has been made, you should follow the original plan. We are secretly waiting for the people from the Immortal Palace to appear." The old woman nodded. "At that time, be careful not to affect the ordinary people around you as much as possible."
Julie asked with some hesitation: "Teacher, why don't you ask people from the Silver Sect to help? Also this time I heard from my friend that many experts from all over the world have come. Great effect, right?"
"You don't understand. Ordinary people without talent are like elephants and ants in front of Asgard. They don't even have the qualification to consume stamina." The old woman said seriously.
The girl opened her eyes wide with suspicion.
"All masters of thought power in Xiangong have a secret method that can instantly spread coercion. Anyone who sees them will be seriously affected physically and mentally, or even collapse. With such coercion, Xiangong has never been afraid of crowd tactics. The old woman sighed, "It's a good thing we also got that book, and I've been instilling in you the power of thought in it. In fact, you already have very powerful power now, but you just don't know how to use it."
"I understand. Teacher, I will work harder." Julie nodded seriously.
"It's good that you understand." The old woman touched the girl's face with some distress, "It's hard for you, you have to bear such a lot of pressure at the age of nineteen."
"It's okay." The girl tried to look relaxed. "Teacher, you are the ones who have worked hard. You have been fighting against the Asgard Palace for so many years. No one can see your sacrifice and dedication. Compared with you, what is it that I do so much?"
"You don't understand. In fact, this is a dispute between our ideas." The old woman murmured. "Okay, let's go to rest, it's getting late. Remember that when you intercept the person in the fairy palace, you must lead him to a place where there are few people, otherwise the ordinary people around cannot bear that kind of damage. Once the power of thought is at its peak When the strongest form bursts out with all strength, even elite geniuses among ordinary people cannot resist it. Therefore, no matter how powerful ordinary people are. You have to remember that only talent can fight against talent. Blindly asking friends for help will only killed them."
"But my friend said that the Silver Sect has fighter-level masters, maybe."
"I don't know how many fighters died at the hands of Asgard."
Julie finally stopped talking.
"Okay, go and rest. You are our hope." The old woman put away her stern expression, and gently stroked the girl's hair.
"OK."
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Coconut Hotel Penthouse Deluxe Suite
Garen stood in the middle of the room, with his arms raised horizontally, and his whole body stood like a cross. The eyes are closed, breathing seems to be absent, matching the white-gold complexion on the body. Like a standard metal statue.
Boom boom boom.
"Please come in." Garen didn't even open his eyes, he just said something lightly.
The door was slowly opened, and Stephen Shi, the king of nightmares, walked in.
"Are you practicing again?"
"Is there something wrong?"
After closing the door, Stephen crossed Garen, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the curtains and looked down.
"The news from Nantian Shengquan Gate is a telegram from Palosha. Are you interested in hearing it?"
"Let's talk." Garen slowly folded his arms together in the middle, the movements were unusually slow, but there was a strange turbulent wind stirring up the whole room. The thickly blown black curtains kept rising.
"In the structure of Asgard, there are actually two parts: outsiders and veterans." Stephen found a chair and sat down, "The outsiders are the peak figures who joined later, such as Ansha Luo, such as the former Weissman General Ge Fei Germany. And the real elders are actually two people, the fire finch and Xen Fran."
"What's the difference?"
"It's a big difference." Stephen smiled, "It is said that the elders of Asgard have been active on the international stage since decades ago. You and I were not even born at that time. And those who joined later, they didn't know how to change their name." How many people died."
"Didn't Palosha and Sanfran lose both?" Garen opened his eyes and asked in doubt. "I've seen Palosha's strength, although that's not his strongest personality."
"You don't think that the indifferent personality is Palosha's strongest state, do you?" Stephen shook his head and smiled. "The true strongest state of the White Bird Holy Fist has actually been broken in the duel with Xen Fran. The three personalities are combined into one, which is his most perfect state. The three personalities are actually equivalent to having the same Palosha, the three geniuses of memory, is moving towards the three aspects of martial arts. The good side takes the route of confrontation, the evil side takes the route of secret magic tricks, and the indifference is responsible for the fusion and transformation of the two. When the three are combined, Palosha Sha is the real strongest state. At that time, he is the well-deserved Holy Fist."
This was the first time Garen heard this statement.
"No wonder I felt that the White Bird Holy Fist did not have that majestic and majestic temperament."
"I heard from a senior that he is a yoga master in Lanzhou. He has seen Palosha's holy fist form. It is said that every punch and kick has the power of secret methods. His one hundred and seventy-eight kinds of secret methods In fact, it is the special effect of the one hundred and seventy-eight forms of his holy fist form. It is only in the normal state that it can only be activated in the form of a secret method." Stephen revealed another shocking secret.
"Every punch and kick has the power of the secret method. So... the March that Palosha said." While Garen was shocked, he immediately thought of the reply letter before he left.
"Who knows?" Stephen shrugged. "However, you are not bad. You have been hailed as the next generation holy fist by the entire southern secret martial arts world, and the name of the holy elephant Garon has been passed on to the northern martial arts alliance."
"You know the situation in the Federation very well."
"No way, the country with the most martial arts and the strongest fighters in the world, which martial arts practitioners won't pay attention? But I heard what Andreira said. Palosha's holy fist form was broken, obviously Xianfu Lan will definitely not have a better time."
"This is an opportunity." Garen frowned slightly.
"Let's just see this time, the people in Asgard Palace are all perverted, maybe the injury will heal sooner."
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Three days later, the exhibition was held as scheduled.
A hall with a golden ceiling and a dark gray floor.
One after another black pillars stand on the ground, and there is a cube space of transparent glass in the middle of the pillars, which contains the collection of this exhibition.
Each pillar is a collection. In the hall, there are a total of hundreds of such pillars, more or less surrounded by the crowd of visitors.
Garen was wearing a black suit, holding a cup of light green hot tea in his hand, standing quietly in front of a black pillar on the edge.
His eyes fell on an antique vase set in a pillar.
This is a thin-necked white porcelain bottle with blue patterns. It looks like an enlarged version of a medicine bottle containing elixirs. It has complex sky blue patterns on it, and there are exquisite and unusual pictures of characters on the fat belly of the bottle in the middle.
There are several antique lovers around him who are also admiring this vase.
"This is a rare treasure brought across the sea from an ancient country in the East." An old man with gold-rimmed glasses expressed his fascinated emotion. "Typical jade pot spring bottle, look at the smooth texture, the bright patterns."
"The jade pot spring bottle is an antique used to hold wine in the ancient oriental country. It is really extravagant to be able to make such an exquisite thing for wine. Compared with it, I prefer the tribal civilization utensils in Wuxingzhou. The rough and mysterious beauty is even more beautiful. Attractive." A lady sighed sincerely.
"There are not only porcelain vases in the ancient oriental country, but there are many other exquisite antique utensils with historical deposits. There are also many mysterious ones, such as the plum blossom silver cup over there." The old man who was wearing glasses refused to accept it. .
The two began to argue quietly. Soon, new people joined in.
Garen listened quietly to the discussion of the few people, changing his direction from time to time, and he could hear the sound of heated debate almost when he walked in front of any black pillar.
Some people doubt the authenticity of the collection, some people have doubts about the value of the collection, and some people are directly planning to contact the owner of the collection to buy the fancy collection.
The exhibition has just started, and the atmosphere is already very good.
Garen didn't see the Nightmare King and Andrela, they each had their own arrangements and methods. The three are just for a common goal, but the way to achieve the goal is different because of their different personalities.
(end of this chapter)