"Sixi is seriously injured, and the other party escaped?" Gallon sat on the high seat of the martial arts hall, watching the martial arts exchange with the other representatives. When he received a call from Quentin, his brows frowned slightly.
"The strength of the other party is very strong! It is far from being comparable to the other two elders. Xixi's magic tower boxing mystery was broken, her right rib was injured, and the physical examination showed concussed internal bleeding. Fortunately, she was rescued in time."
"Is the name Tulan? Have the rest of Wellington been resolved?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"It's all settled, only this Elder Tulan is on the run." Quentin replied.
"Let Sisi come back to see me." Garen said flatly.
"yes."
Putting down the phone, Garen was also a little surprised. He didn't expect him to be a little careless. The last elder of the Wellington family is actually a real high-ranking blood with real talents and knowledge. Originally, he wanted Xixi to try it out.
It seems that it has been too smooth all the time, which caused me to pay less attention to details.
When he came back to his senses, the people from the three major schools of boxing around were still talking and laughing happily, and had a good chat with Hosiman and several representatives of his disciples.
After the previous scene where Garen confronted Shabik, the master of the Moke Sword Sect, all the major schools knew that Garen's strength was far beyond their imagination, and they no longer dared to face him. The depth of intelligence and strength.
Judging from the realm of Dongji Gate, Garen's strength should belong to the level of a grand master, only one step away from the level of refining gods and returning to the void, and close to the level of entering mythology. In the East now, there is no master at the level of refining qi and transforming gods. Only the masters in history have reached this level.
But what they didn't expect was that Garen's real strength was not in his spiritual realm, but in his body's terrifying and tyrannical quality. Thousands of tons of terrifying power can erupt in an instant, such a level is beyond their imagination. Not to mention the strength when opening the seven-star life-spotting secret acupoint.
At this time, the two figures in the field leaped vertically and horizontally, intersecting each other constantly, and every time they interacted, there would be a muffled sound.
It was a waterfowl boxing master under Hosiman exchanging martial arts with a disciple of Saudi boxer Tams.
Saudi boxing gives people a feeling of extreme softness in the body, and at the same time, it can burst out with tyrannical strength like a spring in an instant while being soft. It happened to be a fierce battle with Hosiman's subordinate, and it could be regarded as a match for chess.
The people sitting upright were also vaguely headed by Garen, his huge vitality unconsciously overwhelmed the audience, especially after comprehending the holy phoenix scripture, the feeling of being the only one in his body became stronger and stronger up.
The tyrannical spirit escaped and oppressed the representatives of the three major schools around them a little uneasy.
Only Du Xinglong, the master of the Dongji Gate, 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 experienced before.
"I heard that Palace Master Jialong 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 news about the masks scattered in the east."
"Oh? What does Lord Dumen mean?" Garen shifted his attention and said calmly.
"We have already sent people to collect masks. I 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 it's okay." Garen nodded. He was wearing a mask. Although it was hard to see his actual expression, judging from his tone, he didn't mean to refuse.
Du Xinglong knew in his heart that it was unimaginable in the east to let his grandson get in touch with a great master-level martial artist who refines Qi and transforms gods. If he doesn't seize the opportunity, there will be more people coming here , you may not necessarily get much benefit, and the more people there are, the less attention the Holy Fist Palace will take.
He understood the intention of Holy Fist Palace, achieved the orthodox status of martial arts in the world, and became the true holy place leading all martial arts schools.
Since there is a grand master sitting in the Holy Fist Palace, then this title is naturally well deserved.
"It just so happens that I also have this plan." Tamus smiled on the side, "And the faction that is allied with us must also have such a plan. Then I will ask Palace Master Garon to give more guidance on the practice of the younger generation."
"It's easy to say." Garen smiled and nodded.
For a time, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and all major martial arts schools also saw the hope of fighting against the blood clan from the Holy Fist Palace, but the real tyrannical blood clan is not the ordinary blood clan, but the top dead disciples, that is the real deterrence comparable to nuclear weapons Sexual strength depends on whether the Holy Fist Palace can withstand the revenge from the Dead Apostles.
The Wellington family is not so easy to mess with. Wellington, the Dead Apostle, will never let it go. 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 Lesarde Group, and this time he came here to express his support for the Lesteel Group.
With all the manpower, financial resources, and force, now there is only one chance to truly show the true strength of the Holy Fist Palace.
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Standing in front of Sisi's hospital bed, Garen was wearing a white robe and a mask to check Sisi's condition.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wound on Sisi's right rib a few times, then slowly retracted, and then opened Sixi's eyelids to look at her pupils.
The rest of them, Quentin and Seidon, stood on the sidelines, standing respectfully.
In the bedroom of the room, there are only a few high-level officials from the Holy Fist Palace.
"Teacher, how's Xixi doing?" Quentin asked worriedly.
"The Huanlou Fist Mystery was broken, and her mental and brain nerves were damaged, and she needs to rest. For ordinary people, brain nerves are non-renewable tissues, but for us, they can still be regenerated, but it takes a long time. In addition, the injury on the body caused concussion and internal bleeding, and it will take at least two months to recover."
Garen stopped and replied.
"Thank you teacher." Ning Ruoxi shrank under the quilt a little blushing, even being touched by the teacher like this made her feel embarrassed.
"This Tulan is really so powerful?" Saidon was a little unbelievable, "The other two elders can even kill the stronger middle-ranked blood, why is this elder so abnormally strong?"
"This incident was my mistake." The door of the room was pushed open, and Dum strode in wearing a red cloak.
"I've met the teacher." He first bowed his head to Garen and then explained the reason. "I learned about Tu Lan from the blood clan I controlled. Although the three of them never acted as elders, there is an older middle blood clan who knows something about Tu Lan. In addition, the strongest warrior. Even among the high-ranking blood clans, he is also a top-notch expert."
There was a rare solemnity in his neither male nor female voice.
"If you want to hunt down Tulan, either Hosiman and I will do it ourselves, or the teacher." He didn't go on, but the meaning was obvious. If it wasn't Garen who did it, it might not be safe.
"How about the blood secret party?"
Garen didn't answer, but turned to ask another question.
"The secret party has now taken the main advantage. Most of the forces of the Ming party have been suppressed and annexed. It seems that there is no response to Wellington's attack for the time being, but it is likely to be brewing a deeper outbreak. We must be ready to deal with the dead apostles at any time. Wellington's counterattack." Damm replied solemnly.
"There is no news about the dead disciples Red Moon and Pale?"
"One thing, it is said that Pale disappeared, and this is also the main reason for the complete collapse of the Ming Party. Now even the threat of the Mother of Lions cannot suppress the arrogance of the Secret Party," Damu quickly replied.
Garen was silent.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Aisharo, Sister Arisa, and that weird Red Moon Blood Clan. Inexplicably, he felt pale and disappeared. It is possible that Aisharo and others knew something inside.
The 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 heavier and heavier.
The Aisharo sisters are obviously the core vortex guide of all events, and it is necessary to pay attention to their development and changes at any time while collecting masks.
Gently reaching out to touch his right eye, this blind eye is still reminding him that the danger from the void Nine-headed Dragon King is still approaching.
The pace must be quickened.
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Caspian blood
In a certain mysterious ruins, in a vast and huge white hall.
The dense crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are like countless small reddish suns, emitting soft and bright red light continuously.
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 ball has a diameter of more than ten meters, huge and round, filled with an inexplicable amber liquid, with bubbles emerging from it from time to time.
The strange thing is that in each spherical liquid, there is a well-proportioned white-skinned human figure floating.
Inside the three spheres are three bodies, two males and one female. They each wore different gorgeous and exquisite robes, even men wore black gold-rimmed robes like long skirts.
"Wellington, those witches have blown your old hat. You are not in a hurry." One of the blond men in black robes opened his eyes and looked at another handsome man with a strange face.
"There are too many wastes, so I just need to use external force to clean them up. The family has been decayed for too long." Wellington has short purple hair and an indifferent expression, as if he doesn't care about the life and death of his family at all, "Anyway, it won't be many years before I rebuild a family. "
"Pale Kastin has been seriously injured. Without the help of the mother of lions, he can't hide for long. But that guy, Hongyue, has been missing." The blond man thought about it.
"Wellington, I think it's better for you to go back. The little guy named Tulan is about to break through, so don't be interrupted by it. The world is turned upside down and it's just us. There have been no new faces for so many years. Really so boring."
In the end, the eyes of the woman in the sphere were pale, without pupils, and her long green hair reached her waist vertically.
"Oh?" Wellington showed a slight surprise, thought for a while, and said in a low voice.
"Then let me go out for a while. But it depends on you to suppress the pale blood core, are you sure there is no problem?"
"Can't you solve it soon?" The woman smiled lowly.
"That's right." Wellington nodded, turned around slowly, swam back slightly, and disappeared into the sphere slowly and invisible.
(end of this chapter)