Mysterious journey

"I don't know, I don't have a suitable comparison reference. Anyway, it just needs to be strong. Maybe we won't need to do anything this time." Su Lin laughed easily. "I grew up hearing the name of the Secret Service. It is a special authority in the Federation, and its members are not ordinary roles. It is responsible for solving special incidents that occur in various places."

"That may indeed be powerful." Garen nodded in agreement. "It's best if we don't have to do anything. By the way, when will that disgusting old man with the gun come over?"

"Disgusting old man? You mean Dragon King Yoda?" Sulin was speechless. "He said he would act alone. He will appear when he should."

"Are you so scared that you ran away?" Garen said disdainfully.

"." Su Lin really didn't know what expression to use except a wry smile. "Forget it, I'll probably arrange the area. You'll be in charge of my sister's side, and Yoda will be with me. Is that okay?"

"No problem, there happens to be a martial arts coach who can provide cover."

"That's not to cover for you. I also want you to teach Erici something." Su Lin was helpless.

"She is too old." Garen shook his head. In fact, he himself is not very old, only 17 years old. It is just because of his martial arts that he looks like he is in his twenties. In fact, his appearance is much more mature than his actual age.

"Teach me some lessons." Su Lin also knew that age was an issue. "I'm going to check on Yoda's side first. Tomorrow is the black card deadline. According to Ansaro's rules, starting from receiving the black card, the second to seventh days are the time limit for them to take action. There are no exceptions."

"Oh, I see."

Garen gently threw a stone, which floated into the water for more than ten times.

Watching Su Lin leave from the lake and walk into the manor.

He also stood up.

"Since the exchange meeting, I have been unable to make progress." He felt a little uncomfortable.

The progress after entering the fighter level has been completely stabilized. Without Doom Antiques to absorb, attributes and skills cannot be improved.

Now he can only rely on the fourth-rate secret martial arts he had previously practiced as the direction for improvement.

Yanliu Hand and Iron Yin Palm. These two skills are the only ways for him to improve.

Unfortunately, the Iron Yin Palm accumulates toxins too slowly.

He raised his hands and spread them out.

Unlike the fair skin on other parts of the body, the skin on the hands is faintly dark.

He glanced at the status on the skill bar.

‘Iron Yin Palm: The accumulation has not reached the entry level. ’

I have no idea how much toxins I need to accumulate to get started. However, judging from the time period of ordinary low-level secret martial arts, I am afraid that this accumulation time is not as simple as previously thought.

As for Yanliu Hands, it is also a skill of practicing both hands, and the progress is slower than Tieyin Palm. It feels the same now as it did at the beginning. The status is still uninitiated.

Garen was feeling a little irritable.

But he immediately relaxed himself. Such a mood was not suitable for the performance of martial arts.

"Without attribute improvement, low-level secret weapons have made no progress. Do we have to go to other secret martial arts sects to collect other simpler secret weapons?" He frowned slightly.

Ever since the battle with Andrela, he felt that he had reached his limit. Without special methods, it is difficult to go further.

He originally planned to go around collecting low-level secret weapons, but Sulin's matter was more troublesome and needed to be dealt with in advance. Only then did I take over here.

I originally thought that I had two secret martial arts that I had not yet mastered, and there was still room for improvement. I didn't expect that it had been so long, and it was still the same, with weak progress.

He had a gut feeling that the problem might not be with him. But in Miwu itself.

"Could it be that Miwu itself requires people with special talents and physiques?"

He closed his eyes and looked towards the skill bar.

There are no additional symbols behind the Iron Yin Palm and the Fire Hand.

"If this is not possible, then it may be that the secret martial arts itself is incomplete and the martial arts hall has not collected it completely. There should be key external forces that have not been written down for the progress of these two secret martial arts, just like the original practice of the explosive fist method and the white cloud secret method. Sometimes, you need to take those kind of body-tempering pills, which are not written in the Secret Martial Arts Book. Obviously this is a special secret recipe, and it will not be recorded in the books by word of mouth." Recalling the speed and speed when practicing Boulder Kung Fu and Iron Body. Garen is more and more certain that this is the reason.

"It seems that we have to go to other places as soon as possible to find the missing parts of these two secret martial arts. This low-level secret martial arts is very popular and should be easy to find. I have to go to other secret martial arts sects to visit .”

Thinking of the Secret Martial Sect, Garen suddenly remembered the recently established organization, the Nantian Holy Fist Sect, in which he was one of the three-day generals who had taken a temporary post.

"I can be considered a member of it after all. With so many sects merging, it shouldn't be a problem for me to look at other information besides the non-heritage secret book, right?"

He suddenly had the urge to visit the Nantian Holy Fist Sect.

"Moreover, I was able to obtain the title of White Bird Holy Fist Palosha. It's just a good time to see the power of the rumored most powerful fist!"

Holy Fist Holy Fist!

Only those who are extraordinary and become saints can be called saints!

A boxing technique that can be respected as a holy fist must have surpassed ordinary secret martial arts by so much that it has reached the level of qualitative change before it can be called a holy fist.

Among the older generation of boxing fighters, Shiratori Holy Fist is the undisputed pinnacle figure of the era.

When he thought about the possibility of witnessing such top-notch martial arts techniques, Garen's heart began to boil.

"As soon as Su Lin's matter is settled, go to the Nantian Holy Fist Sect!"

He made a decision directly.

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Next, Garen would accompany Su Lin's sister Irisi to practice martial arts early in the morning every day, and teach her some basic skills training methods. These training methods are absolutely suitable training methods summed up by seniors.

It is the foundation of the Giant Elephant Sect. Without the step-by-step instruction of a master, it is impossible to achieve the authentic goal.

The basic training methods are not powerful and lethal, they are just exercises used for exercise.

The subtleties of each of these movements have varying degrees of requirements. It is a perfect movement that can avoid hidden injuries to the greatest extent and achieve the purpose of exercise to the greatest extent.

Moreover, Garen, as a master, needs to adjust the amount of training based on Arisi's physique at any time. Different people have different physical strengths and weaknesses, and different preferences. These all need to be considered.

It is also necessary to specially prepare suitable recipes and potions for bruises and injuries.

At the same time, he is also trying to use subtle toxins from the outside to try to stimulate the Iron Yin Palm, such as insect poisons, plant toxins, etc., to see if the effect can be achieved. But unfortunately, Iron Yin Palm is completely unresponsive to other toxins from the outside world.

Garen is more and more sure to need some kind of external assistance to truly reach the standard.

As for the Fire Hands, he continued to practice according to the standard training method every day. Garen could feel the progress, but the speed was so slow that people could simply ignore it.

According to his estimation, it would be impossible to get started without a few years of hard work. It seems that Yanliu Hand is also a secret weapon similar to Iron Yin Palm. Something unknown plays a key role, so it cannot be done quickly.

While teaching Irisi, there was no movement for five consecutive days.

It wasn't until the last day that news finally came from Su Lin.

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On a hillside near the manor.

A middle-aged man dressed like a nobleman slowly stepped on the thick fallen leaves and looked at the manor and lake below.

The man's hair was dark blond, and his shawl was spread out. His eyes were clear pink, and seemed to be shining in the faint sunlight, making him extremely beautiful.

He was holding a black whip in his hand, rolled up and holding it, looking like a nobleman who was out hunting.

"This is Crohn's manor?"

"Yes." A masked man in green came out from behind a tree trunk on the right. He almost blends in with the entire environment and is difficult to distinguish.

"Cron Befatalia is one of the two commanders of the Southern High Command. He has the rank of lieutenant general. The other party also realized our arrival in advance, and there are people from the secret service in the manor now."

"Secret service?" The man was slightly stunned. "It's really a big deal. I have heard of this notorious federal agency before, but I didn't expect that we would have the chance to meet in person this time. Is the director named Wellington here too?"

"Yes."

"Then let's wait until everyone is here. But anyway, we are all going out this time. Forget it, let Ansara have a headache. It's not my arrangement anyway." The man said calmly.

"wellington"

Another deep voice came from behind the man.

"The last time I saw him was thirteen years ago." The voice was hoarse, and along with the voice, a figure covered in a black cloak came out from behind the man.

"You're here? Ansara, how are we going to solve this problem this time? Let's see what we can think of." The man with pink eyes turned sideways and asked.

"No need, just walk in, kill the target, and then leave." Ansara said calmly.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'll do it myself this time."

The middle-aged man with pink eyes suddenly froze, and did not say what he originally wanted to say.

"Let's take action when everyone is here. Since Crohn doesn't accept my deal, his fate today is doomed." The black eyes under Ansaro's cloak stared at the manor below.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask something." The pink-eyed man said, "Is it worth sending out all four of our kings just for one thing?"

"You don't understand. I will explain it to you later." Ansara replied hoarsely.

The man stared intently into his eyes under the cloak.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull.

It took a long time before he spoke again.

"Well, I hope you can give us a perfect explanation."

"We will follow your footsteps as always. This was our promise back then." A cold female voice came from the tree on the right.

It was a green-haired woman sitting on a branch of a tree. She wore a white eye patch, with only one eye open.

"You won't be disappointed." Ansara said softly. "Let's go."

He took the lead and walked slowly to the manor down the mountain.

The pink-eyed man followed closely behind, and a large group of green shadows vaguely flashed past the two sides of the forest, and there was a faint rustling sound.

"Golden Sword Seat. Ansara, I hope you won't get lost." The woman on the tree murmured.