Mysterious journey

"Welcome Master Du of the Dongji Sect from the East."

A clear sound passed through a distance of a hundred meters and fell into the ears of several people.

"The banquet is ready, please!"

Garen stood up, made a gesture of invitation with one hand, and walked into a small door from the right.

Several people quickly followed. Hossiman nodded slightly to Galen, not knowing what he was implying, and then walked away silently alone.

Du Xinglong and the other two followed Jia Long into the small door. Inside was a medium-sized single room, and the round table in the center was filled with various dishes. Most of them are oriental dishes, and it can be seen that they have been prepared in advance.

After a few people sat down, a maid immediately came up to serve appetizer soup.

Steaming hot and fragrant.

But Du Xinglong's attention was not on the dishes, but on Gallon, who was sitting on the chair.

"Tams, the representative communicator of Saudi Boxing, has also arrived here. He is taking a shower and changing clothes. He will be here soon. Please wait a moment." Gallon clapped his hands, and several beautiful girls with oriental faces came up and sat down with Du Xinglong and two Next to this disciple, he is pure and lovely, with a hint of youthfulness. The white Taoist uniforms they wore showed that they were all selected from among the disciples.

Since its establishment, the Holy Boxing Palace has continued to attract fighting enthusiasts from all over the world to learn from the holding of the World Boxing Competition.

Dam and Hoseman, who are good at business, openly recruit and select beautiful and cute girls from all over the world who are no more than sixteen years old to work in the palace. Their status allows them to learn some basic boxing skills, but they can also get an enviable high salary. Specialized in catering banquets and serving elite students.

These are young girls who have signed a ten-year contract. They change classes every six months. After coming down from the mountain, they can enter the famous private universities founded by the Hoseman family and the Leshardi Group.

Du Xinglong was determined and had no influence at all, but his two apprentices were already very energetic. When they saw a beautiful oriental girl sitting close to them, they couldn't move their eyes away.

Jia Long and Du Xinglong casually exchanged questions about the current situation of Dongji Boxing, and the topic shifted to the recent World Boxing Competition.

"The main purpose of the World Boxing Championships is to show the real boxing skills to the world, instead of always hiding everything in a corner that cannot be seen. Promoting martial arts is what martial artists like us should do. But..." Du Xinglong Frowning. "Many boxing techniques only kill the enemy without performing. They often cause maiming and casualties, and have huge lethality. But when viewed as a competitive fighting, it is like a tiger with its claws and teeth wrapped in thick cloth. Without the claws, the threat is naturally greater. Minus. In this way, the actual boxing skills displayed will naturally not be very practical. I wonder what Mr. Garon thinks?"

"Such a situation must exist." Gallon said lightly, "But now in a society governed by law, martial arts is no longer a tool of war, but has become a way of pure fitness and self-cultivation. This is a general trend, and no one It can change. What we have to do is to be inclusive, and both competitive boxing and murderous boxing should be treated objectively."

"It seems that Mr. Gallon already has an idea?" Du Xinglong said calmly.

At this time, two middle-aged men holding golden turbans came in at the door. They were wearing white robes with many patterns of snakes and birds on them. After entering the door, they first put their hands together in a respectful salute to Garen.

"Your Excellency Tams, welcome to your arrival." Garen stood up and smiled. "Please take a seat."

Immediately, a girl from Europe and a girl from Arabia came up to entertain her.

The two of them took their seats respectively, and immediately two more people entered.

This time, the two people were carrying long thin swords wrapped in black cloth on their backs. One was a man and the other was a woman. Their eyes were shining, and they looked at each other with a sharp feeling, giving people a very sharp feeling.

Both of them were wearing black slim-fitting long-sleeved trousers, with the sleeves only reaching half of their forearms. Their fingers were slender and white, and they were as well-kept as piano-playing hands.

"Welcome to the two contemporary masters of the Mok Lock Sword Sect, Shabik and Luo Lisa." Garron smiled, "Now the top mainstream boxing representatives from all over the world are here. This is the real world boxing. Extravaganza!”

"Mr. Garon's words are serious. We only represent a small part of the world's martial arts, and there are countless inheritances hidden in every corner." Shabik's expression was solemn, and he seemed to be a serious person.

A total of eight people, accompanied by the girls, filled the entire banquet.

Several people were carefully selected by Garen. They are the most powerful and influential martial arts schools in various regions. They each represent a general direction of martial arts and come to the banquet.

All this stems from the Holy Fist Palace's recent involvement in the siege of the Vampire Clan's secret party, the Wellington family. This time, as an ordinary person, they faced off against the Vampire Clan head-on, but they did not lose. Instead, the main force returned safely. On the contrary, the Vampire Wellington family suffered heavy losses. , although the dark witch is involved, it also fully proves the strength and terrifying strength of the Holy Fist Palace.

The big sects from all over the country who had originally dismissed the invitation were suddenly shocked. They each sent people to come to be invited. At the same time, they really wanted to determine whether the Holy Fist Palace had the huge strength as rumored.

Among these people, the master of the Dongji Sect looks the most unfathomable. Sitting in an upright position, his energy and energy are vaguely blended with nature.

Tams, the representative of Saudi boxing, is on the contrary. His temperament and presence are very strong, and he has a weird feeling that makes people unable to ignore his presence.

The two masters of Moksuo were taciturn and seemed to be poor at speaking.

A few people chatted for a while, and then started to argue. No one gave in to the other. Both sides had martial arts concepts that had been passed down for more than a hundred years. If they didn't agree with each other, they would naturally have to go out and try it out.

"I heard that Mr. Jia Long of the Holy Fist Palace is known as the Saint of Boxing and is regarded as the strongest boxing master in the United States today." The leader of the Dongji Sect also said straightforwardly, "I, Du, came here this time because I also want to learn about Mr. Jia Long's famous skills in the United States. Top boxing skills." He actually challenged Garen directly.

Garen knew clearly that these people here were the strongest masters who could be called ascetic monks in various sects. He has almost given up all the enjoyment in the world and devoted himself to martial arts. He is not well-known among various sects, but he is a true extreme powerhouse among human beings. He has reached the peak of terror in all aspects. They all use various concepts with different styles to break through the limits of the human body, making their own strength rise to a level that humans cannot imagine.

The physical fitness of these people is probably close to the peak of human genes.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became quiet. It was obvious that this was the core of everyone's purpose.

Garen clapped his hands, and the girl at the banquet immediately stood up and left naturally, closing the door.

He noticed that after Du Xinglong said these words, his whole temperament changed more obviously, almost completely integrating into the surrounding nature. His breathing was faintly echoed by the air in the room, giving people a sense of oppression of the vast nature.

"I founded three martial arts, Dual Phase Water Bird Quan, Sheying Miwu, and finally Baiyun Miwu. Which martial art does Master Du want to learn?" He smiled, but his words did not change at all. Du Xinglong's fusion was interrupted, and a huge terrifying aura was directly exuded from his body.

This breath was almost like substance. Everyone present seemed to feel a huge knife-like air flow blowing past their faces, but when they reacted, they found that it was just an illusion.

The aura was so huge and fierce that it directly oppressed the entire room. A large area of ​​space around Du Xinglong was directly suppressed. He was not interrupted from the fusion of nature, but all the natural areas where he was deteriorating were directly suppressed by Garen, and he could not move. No.

Du Xinglong's face flushed slightly, and he felt that the space he was in was suddenly separated independently. His lungs felt like he couldn't breathe, and a heavy pressure pressed hard on him.

"He is worthy of being a master-level expert in refining qi and transforming into gods." He bowed his head with fists raised, but this time he tested it, and felt that the opponent was like an abyss, and his strength was completely bottomless. I wanted to say something to ask for advice, but I couldn't say it at this time.

Just the suppression of the other party's terrifying aura made him unable to breathe smoothly and his blood was somewhat stagnant. Coupled with the previous signs of electricity in the empty room, Du Xinglong felt relieved, and finally bowed his head to express his resignation.

Eastern martial arts is divided into three stages: refining qi, refining qi to transform into gods, and refining gods to return to the void. He is now at the top of refining qi, and is a whole stage behind his opponent. Garen can easily do it just by standing there. It is easy to crush them with physical fitness. Only by refining qi and transforming into gods can you truly break through the genetic limits of the body and continuously strengthen yourself from the life level.

Gallon is actually like this. The process of continuously condensing soul seeds is actually the process of refining Qi and transforming into God. The two concepts have different approaches but the same purpose.

The Saudi Quan Tams and his disciples sitting next to him also had horrified eyes. The huge aura emitted by Gallon just now made them feel like they were facing a natural disaster caused by a sandstorm in the desert, and they felt like they were out of breath. The oppression caused the extremely domineering Yaori Martial Arts essence in both of them to flow sluggishly.

Saudi boxing is somewhat similar to Eastern boxing. Both are unable to break through the genetic limit, and instead practice storing various types of essences with different attributes in the body to assist themselves. This is the so-called refining of energy. This stored energy can be released to injure enemies, and it can also regulate oneself and stimulate potential.

As a top desert master, Tams actually has a high level of energy, but there is still a certain gap between him and Du Xinglong, the leader of the East Pole Sect. Seeing that Du Xinglong actually surrendered, he was suddenly shocked beyond words.

"We don't understand what it means to refine one's energy and become a god. Martial arts are for actual combat. You will know who is better without the real outcome. Then let's compare our realms. Whoever is higher will win, and there will be no need for a war." Master Sabik of the Mok Lock Sword Sect slowly stood up. "I have only one purpose here. The name of the Saint in the Holy Fist Palace represents supremacy. If the school in charge does not have real talent and learning, it will be a shame to my fighting world."

He stared at Garen closely, took off the long black cloth sword on his back, and quickly took out the sword blade.

"I, Shabik, formally challenge you on behalf of the Mok Lock Sword Sect, Boxing Saint Garon Thomas."

He shook the sword, held it with one hand, and flicked the other hand like magic, and a black exquisite pistol appeared. It was exactly the same color as his clothes. It was inconspicuous, but gave people a sense of An inexplicable and extremely threatening feeling.

The famous spear and sword skills of the Mok Lock Sword Sect, a terrifying martial art that combines hot weapons and cold weapons, are not based on any essence at all, but rely absolutely on the sharpness of the sword and the lethality of the firearm to kill the enemy.

Similarly, the concept of this sword sect has also been vigorously promoted by European countries, and its strength and power are extremely amazing.

Garen sat upright in his seat and watched Shabik quietly. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and his eyes drifted to the right, as if he could see a scene far away through the palace wall.

That was the female disciple he had always valued. After training for so long, she finally went out and started her first major official mission.

"Okay, I accept your challenge." He came back to his senses and looked at Shabik, who could no longer suppress his anger.