Mysterious journey

"I'm your father's friend. Just ask him to come out and meet me." Su Lin said with a smile.

Garen stood aside and watched the two people talking quietly. Suddenly he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He turned around and saw the little boy who was knitting just now. He cautiously and curiously poked his head out from the alley, looking here. . There was a dull smell on his dirty little face, and two lines of transparent and sticky mucus flowed from his nostrils. He sucked it hard and retracted it into his nose.

After glancing at him, Garen stopped looking and turned his head. Su Lin has already inquired with the girl clearly.

The two of them were led into the shop, and two clean chairs were brought over for them to sit down.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a beard opened the broken door and walked in. This is a very honest-looking guy, with a calm and indifferent face, and a very complicated look in his eyes. He has obviously experienced a lot.

As soon as he walked out, he felt no different from other blacksmiths.

Honest, unable to bend, strong, rude, and of course, covered in oil.

The first time the man came in, he saw Su Lin sitting on the chair and frowned slightly. He wiped the oil stains on his body with both hands, walked over to Su Lin and sat down in front of them.

"Is it you? When I saw you, I knew that my peaceful life would definitely be over. Tell me, do you need my help?" He glanced at Garen, seeming a little confused.

"Please, I had a hard time getting a promise from you. If you went back on your word, I would have suffered a big loss. It was because of you that I was..." "Okay, tell me, what's the matter?"

Before Su Lin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man.

On one side, two young boys and girls stood with question marks on their faces, not knowing what was going on.

Su Lin glanced at the two of them and knew that the other party had no intention of hiding it from them. So I said it frankly.

"I'm in trouble."

"What's the trouble?" The man leaned forward and took off his outer coat.

"Ansara."

The man's movements stopped abruptly.

The shop was quiet.

The man didn't speak, Sulin didn't speak, and Garen didn't speak either.

Affected by the atmosphere, the two boys and girls standing nearby did not dare to breathe loudly, but their faces were full of doubts. The girl's face was still vaguely excited.

a long time. Su Lin spoke again.

"What? The eight-armed dragon king back then only heard Ansara's name and didn't even dare to say a word?"

The man's eyes flashed.

"Why do you still mention it from the past?"

The eight-armed dragon king!

Garon next to him was stunned. He had never heard of this title, but just being able to use this title already represented his terrifying strength back then.

No matter what field, anyone who can be called a king is definitely not a simple person. What's more, he can be recognized by Su Lin as an absolute companion to fight against the invasion of Ansara in the future!

Seeing the man trying to avoid him, Su Lin refused to let him go, "Can you really let go of what happened to Ansara? I don't believe it."

The atmosphere became dull again.

The two young men listened in confusion, but they could also roughly understand that the old man in the store must have been an absolutely powerful figure back then. He just lives here in seclusion because of some grudge. The two people in front of them were obviously here to invite the old man to come out.

"I thought I could live quietly until I die of old age, but I didn't expect that one day would come." The middle-aged man suddenly sighed. "Unfortunately, I have completely given up."

As soon as these words came out, Garen saw that Su Lin's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Are you kidding?" His voice became very deep. "What about the promise you made to me back then? And you can't bear to see your daughter and apprentice doing nothing, living in such a corner until they die of old age?"

The eight-armed dragon king's expression remained unchanged. "I won't go out. But due to the promise I made back then, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

"Explain? What other explanation can you give me?" Su Lin said coldly, and suddenly took out something from his arms, a part of an unknown decoration, like a brass ring, with a break at the bottom.

When the eight-armed dragon king saw this, his pupils suddenly widened. "How come you have this in your hands!" His voice suddenly became extremely cold. From his dull and twilight temperament just now, he suddenly became frantic and dangerous.

"Don't worry about why it's in my hands." Su Lin sneered. "I"

Snapped! The words have not yet finished.

The eight-armed dragon king suddenly rose up, and two scimitars popped out of his arms and slashed at Su Lin's arms.

laugh! !

The blade stopped steadily above Su Lin's arm and did not continue downward.

The eight-armed dragon king slowly lowered his head and saw a big hand firmly holding his throat.

Bang! !

He instantly flew backwards and crashed into a pile of debris, destroying countless things.

Garen snorted and retracted.

"Ridiculous."

Only then did Su Lin react and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Although he was also a strong fighter, compared to a fighter, there was no doubt that he was far behind in close combat. Even Garen, who was not very fast, could react much faster than him.

"Is this what you call a master?" Garen frowned and looked at Sulin. "Vulnerable."

Su Lin smiled bitterly and was about to speak.

Suddenly there was a click.

Garen's pupils shrank, and a sharp sense of danger suddenly hit his body. He instantly turned his head to look in the direction of the Flying Dragon King.

In the darkness, four slender black barrels were pointed steadily at Garen's head and around his body.

The eight-armed dragon king stood by the wall with cold eyes, holding two sniper rifles in his hands and stepping on two more with his feet.

All four heavy snipers were aimed at Garen and the possible hiding places.

These four gun barrels gave him a strong sense of threat, which was obviously not an ordinary thing.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

"You can try shooting." Garen said slowly. "Within ten steps, let's see whether you kill me first or I blow your head off first."

The eight-armed dragon king's eyes were equally cold.

He could tell that Garen's eyes were serious. An unprecedented sense of threat kept stimulating his nerves, like needles pricking his skin. Slight pains surged from all over the body like a tide.

"The distance is too close."

Both of them actually knew that twenty meters away was the eight-armed Dragon King Qiang. Within twenty meters, Garen was fearless. Both sides pose a strong threat to the other.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense and dull. The two young men stood far away from each other and stood in the corner, looking completely at a loss. Not only them, but even Su Lin did not expect the situation to change so quickly.

He was the only one who knew the details of the two people in the room.

Both of them stand at the top of their respective fields, whether they are the eight-armed dragon king or Garen. If we really want to decide the winner, we will definitely hurt each other.

"Okay, okay, for my sake, everyone should step back. Yoda, I can tell you the origin of this thing. This is related to Ansara."

Dragon King Yoda snorted before slowly removing the barrel of the gun.

"No one has ever dared to threaten me like this." He looked at Garen with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "I don't welcome this person."

Su Lin glanced at Garen, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"I'll wait for you in the car."

Garen nodded lightly, turned around and walked out of the store.

Su Lin let out a long sigh of relief.

He should have thought that there would definitely be problems if two people with such violent personalities came together.

Both of them have absolute confidence and pride in their respective fields. They cannot withstand provocation at all. They are simply a powder keg that can be ignited at a moment's notice. Fortunately, I have a good relationship with Garen and he gives me some face.

He understood that the Eight-Armed Dragon King just wanted to scare him and ask him to hand over his things, but he didn't expect that Garen believed him and took action directly. Then the two of them couldn't look at each other.

"It seems that we have to let them deal with it separately when the time comes. Otherwise, if Ansara's people don't come, we will start fighting within ourselves." Su Lin felt helpless. "There's nothing I can do about it. The more powerful a person is, the more confident they are, and they will be the only one for me. This is the absolute confidence built up by long-term success and victory. So any such person has absolute belief in himself.

The Eight-Armed Dragon King is like this, and so is Garen. The greater the achievement, the stronger the self-confidence.

"Who is that guy?" After Garen left, the Eight-Armed Dragon King asked coldly.

"Nantian Holy Fist Sect, Heavenly General Jialong, is my temporary helper and my good friend. I originally thought that you can live in peace and cooperate with each other, but it seems that I thought too much." Su Lin sighed helplessly.

"Nantian Holy Fist Sect? Is it the one from fifty years ago?" The Eight-Armed Dragon King was stunned. "Heavenly General, hiss. What an arrogant name! He obviously corresponds to the Four King Generals of that year!"

"It should have been rebuilt by the original old man. You also know that those who can be called heavenly generals are definitely top powerhouses. And they are fighting in the name of the White Bird Holy Fist. Do you still remember the original Holy Fist White Bird?" Su Lin explained.

"Of course." The Eight-Armed Dragon King nodded, "That was the pinnacle of an era. However, to be able to give me such a strong sense of threat, the Heavenly General is well-deserved."

"By the way, do you want to join our Golden Circle? This can be regarded as paving the way for your apprentice daughter." Su Lin didn't have the tense atmosphere just now, looking like a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.

He knew very well that when it came to defeating the enemy head-on, Garen was definitely much more powerful. And if you look at the secret assassination methods and assassination protection, the Eight-Armed Dragon King is far superior to Garen.

Both have strengths in each other.

If they can cooperate with each other, they will become an extremely terrifying existence!

But unfortunately, both of them clearly dislike each other.

When the Eight-Armed Dragon King was young, he came into contact with Ansara, who combined martial arts and firearms. Unlike ordinary killers, he knew very well how terrifying the power of martial arts combined with firearms could be, so he also paid attention to the dynamics of the martial arts world.

"Forget it, just wait a moment while I explain a few words to my disciples." Yoda finally made up his mind, especially after being so stimulated by Suling Gallon. The other party became a general of the Holy Fist Sect at a young age, which made him look really old even more.

Thinking of this, he waved to his apprentice and daughter who were looking at him in a timid and unfamiliar manner not far away.

"Pegalo, Nisian, come here, I have something to tell you."

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Garen walked out of the store and saw the little boy with a snotty nose standing in the corner looking at him blankly.

He had his hands in his trouser pockets, his face was a little gloomy, and his powerful aura was enough to make any adult tremble. But although the little boy was trembling all over, he could still insist on looking at him.

Leather boots stepped on the ground, making crisp footsteps.

Garen walked up to the little boy and looked down at him.

"Boy, what are you staring at me for?"

"I want to learn to fight with you." The boy sniffed and raised his head and said.