After sitting in the teahouse for more than half an hour, Gallon quickly learned most of the more detailed news from this ruffian surnamed Zhao.
Dongzhou is too far away from the three continents, and the martial arts world is relatively independent, but the prestige of the Immortal Palace Demon Sect still has a lot of deterrent power. The ban on martial arts is also the best way for many ordinary warriors to obtain high-strength secret martial arts.
After hearing the intelligence information this guy said, Garen was also lost in thought.
His purpose is very simple, that is to find Yinger first, or someone related. But the ban on martial arts in the Immortal Palace now makes this idea a little difficult.
So how can you find the person you want as soon as possible
The best way is to use power, with the help of ready-made 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 world in Dongzhou?" He thought about it and asked.
"This native land is the three major sects of the Bailumen, Heshamen, and Longmen sects," Mrs. Zhao quickly replied. "If you are looking for an expert from the three major sects, I can also help. I know an outer disciple from Heishamen, and I will definitely be able to help you."
"What else? Since Dongzhou has its own system, there must be powerful figures comparable to the strength of Asgard and Demon Sect, right? Otherwise, it would have been annexed long ago?" Garen asked lightly.
"This is natural, this is natural. Yue Qingdi of Bailumen is one of the three masters of Dongzhou, and Yu Qingzi of Longmen School, Keqing Sanshan Master of Sanren Master Heishamen. These are the three strongest talents in Dongzhou. A master, oh, is also what you call a fighter at the Condensed Condensation level."
"Condensed spirit?"
Garen had heard the term innate master before on Earth, but he didn't expect it to have this meaning here.
Bailumen, Heishamen, and Longmen faction, the three major factions are the three strongest martial arts forces in Dongzhou.
"It is said that the spirit is almost liquefied. It is mentioned in the fighting martial arts that the three states of gas, liquid, and solid represent the division of fighters. In addition, the three major factions are all connected with the three major warlords and form alliances. Of the four major warlords in Dongzhou, Kong Lin Zhao Hu, only Hu Jun has no martial arts support." Mrs. Zhao knew everything and said everything she knew in one breath.
Garen thought about it a little, and he was naturally very clear about the division of style. Bailumen, it sounds like the name might have something to do with Baiyunmen, so you can go and have a look. Just go in the name of what should be used as well. Playing the Baiyunmen brand directly, or secretly passing by.
Garen was in trouble for a while, 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 we get there." He looked at ruffian Zhao indifferently in front of him, "What's your name?"
"Zhao Zhao Jun..." Zhao ruffian trembled all over. Seeing Garen's face getting paler and paler, he had an ominous premonition.
puff.
The companion next to him fell on the table as if he was drunk at this moment, motionless.
Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale immediately. He can feel that the body temperature of the companions around him is getting colder and colder
He saw Garen on the opposite side smiling 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 forest sea seems to be covered with a layer of green carpet.
A white path in the middle winds and flows, mixed in the sea of trees like a gray cotton thread.
"One Jiazi full of deficiency, cold and hot in June."
Garen frowned and looked at the scarlet letter on the white mountain wall on the left. Even if you stand on the small road and look from a distance, you can still see the iron and silver hooks of the handwriting, with profound strength. Gives a free and easy yet refined feeling.
Zhao Jun followed behind him, leading two 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 Bailumen's foreign reception!" He said with certainty.
"Then why is there no one there?"
"It's morning now, and someone will probably come soon. Besides, the threshold for Bailumen is surprisingly high, and most people have given up the thought of screening for entry." Zhao Jun replied without hesitation.
These days, every night he had to suffer from the feeling of dying as his body temperature gradually dropped, and the feeling of gradually falling into endless darkness made his awe of Garen reach the greatest level. He treated Garen better than his own father.
Garen nodded noncommittally, and strode into the fork in the forest beside the stone wall.
On both sides of the fork road are shady blue bamboo forests, the light is a bit dim, the air is chilly, but it is a bit dark.
One in front and one behind, the two led the horse and walked slowly on the side road. After a while, a gray-black wooden square mountain gate appeared in front of it, with the words Yingxu Valley hanging on the top of the gate.
Below is a section of white stone steps, leading to the interior of the mountain gate. It can be seen that the stone steps go up and extend up the mountain, and the white mist at the top can hardly see the end.
At the gate of the mountain, a young man in green was sweeping the floor with a broom.
Garen squinted his eyes slightly when he saw the young man sweeping the floor. He vaguely saw a trace of the Qi and blood of Baiyun Miwu from the movement of the other party. Within a range of more than two hundred meters, any liquid flow cannot be hidden from his grasp. The blood flow of this young man is naturally much clearer.
"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!!" Zhao Jun who was on the side suddenly yelled, turned around and ran away.
Garen didn't even look at it, and flicked his backhand.
laugh!
Zhao Jun fell down at the sound, and red and white plasma slowly flowed out from the back of his head. The whole person is still there.
The young man sweeping the floor over there suddenly turned pale, screamed, dropped his broom and ran up the mountain.
"Come here!! Come here!! Kill people!!"
The young man rolled and crawled, and disappeared after a few strokes.
Garen ignored him and just walked up the stairs. Not long after walking, there was a clang of bells from above, followed by dense and somewhat messy footsteps.
Garen quickened his pace, and he could cross more than ten steps in one step. Soon, a bluish-black Taoist temple appeared in front of him.
The Taoist temple was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it was surrounded by immortal energy. At this time, the gate was opened, and several old men in black, surrounded by a group of disciples in green clothes, were stepping out of the gate and walking towards the stone steps.
Seeing Garen appearing, the several old men in black standing in front of him were slightly taken aback, and then showed cautious expressions.
"This layman."
"Hehe. Sure enough, there is the shadow of the giant elephant Miwu." Garen's eyes lit up slightly. "Call your people in charge."
"What do laymen want here?"
He also asked the old man politely.
"I need you Bailumen to do something." Garen grinned.
"What a big tone..." Dissatisfaction was vaguely heard among the crowd. People's heads were shaking, and the disciples of Bailumen seemed to be 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 the crowd and Garen. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe and held a whisk in his hand. Otherworldly.
"The layman's divine light is profound, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance. Why don't you all sit down and have a cup of tea and exchange martial arts experience?"
"Bai Yuqing, right?" Garen smiled, "It seems that you are such the strongest person."
Before the words fell, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
Bai Yuqing also tensed up, and disappeared in the same place at the same time.
The two shadows collided for a moment in the open space in front of the Taoist temple, and crossed each other.
Garen's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Taoist temple, behind the crowd, while the old Taoist Bai Yuqing stood in front of the steps with a pale face, precariously.
"Good and powerful light work." He raised his right hand, the sleeve of his right forearm was cut off at some point, and he discovered it afterward. "I thought that the light kung fu of the triple building was already outstanding, but I didn't expect it"
As one of the elders of Bailumen, he is a veteran fighter with profound skills even among fighters. Even though his physical response has declined due to his age, he has more experience. His most proud kung fu is the peerless light kung fu called the triple building. Unexpectedly, it was broken by a young man who appeared suddenly today.
The people in the Taoist temple around looked ashen, and they were too shocked to speak. Even the veteran fighter, Elder Bai, was defeated in one move. This means that no one in the entire mountain gate can resist the opponent. Beware of pissing off this guy.
In this chaotic world where human life is worthless and killing is not rewarding, anything can happen.
For a moment, there was no sound at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and all eyes were on Garen.
"Your Mightiness."
"I want Bailumen to help find a few people." Garen said his request directly, "I used to be a member of Baiyunmen in Shiyanzhou, and a member of Nantianshengquanmen."
Before the words fell, the pupils of everyone who loved you shrank instantly.
Nantian Shengquanmen!
"You are the remnant of the Nantianmen."
Before a voice in the crowd could finish speaking, the head exploded with a bang.
The remnants of Nantianmen!
"I am the master of the Baiyun Sect, the number one general of the Nantian Shengquan Sect, Garon Terry Jones Lombard, and I am here to summon all the disciples, regardless of the Baiyun Sect or the Nantian Sect."
Garen's voice shook the entire Taoist temple like thunder. Some young people with weak physical fitness were numb all over and almost fell to the ground.
"Nantian Shengquanmen!! You...you..." Bai Yuqing's face was distorted. Others had never experienced that era, and they didn't know the horror and vastness of that battle. Only they, the older generation, really went to the black smoke One of the martial arts disciples on the island, witnessed the terrifying battle with his own eyes.
"Garron?! You are Garen?! The King of the Century!!" Bai Yuqing felt his scalp go numb, and the strength he had just lifted instantly dissipated. Looking at Garen was like seeing a ghost.
"Send me a message." Garen said calmly, "Is there any problem?"
There was a loud bang.
With Garen as the center, a blood-like terrifying aura exploded in an instant, completely enveloping the entire Taoist temple in just a split second.
With a blood-like spirit, it seemed that even the sky was dyed red, and a whistling whistling sound faintly resounded.
(end of this chapter)