Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith

"It's just that we can't even determine where the men in black came from. Where are we going to find them?"

Liu Buyan pondered for a moment, with a look of doubt on his face, "When I fought against them just now, I found that although these warriors deliberately concealed their master's inheritance, judging from their moves and the circulation of profound power, they still Obviously, most of these people come from big forces with formal inheritance..."

Although the difference in strength may not be huge between a martial artist from a powerful force and a martial artist who has struggled to reach the Ninth Level since childhood, there is a world of difference in fighting style.

Martial artists of great powers have learned carefully selected high-level exercises since they were young. The profound strength they cultivate will be relatively pure, and most of their moves will follow certain routines.

But the warriors who grew up on their own have a completely different style of painting.

Many of them learn the exercises from one part to another, and sometimes they are not even systematic, and their fighting styles will be more casual and personal.

The difference between the two is obvious, as long as it is a warrior with rich combat experience, it can be judged.

Huang Yueli nodded, and said: "That's right, I observed this from the side just now, so I purposely went to look at the bodies of those dead men in black, hoping to find clues about their masters, but it's a pity ... That ghost-faced man is too ruthless, he is so merciless to his subordinates!"

Liu Buyan thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "There is one more thing, I don't know if it is my illusion, I always feel that there are a few men in black who make shots, which makes me feel very familiar..."

Huang Yueli raised her eyebrows, guessing: "Could it be... from the Six Great Sacred Grounds?"

Liu Buyan nodded, but after a while, he shook his head again, "This... is not impossible, but I still can't think of any holy land that can send so many warriors of the ninth level to perform such a one-time operation. Mission! Even after the mission failed, most of the warriors were killed. To be honest, so many warriors of the ninth level are a huge wealth for any Holy Land, how can they be willing to kill them like this?"

After hearing this, Huang Yueli's expression became more solemn, "According to what you said, the power behind that ghost-faced man is probably greater than that of the Six Great Sacred Grounds! This is so strange, if Tianling Continent is so powerful A force exists, why have we never heard of it?"

Liu Buyan said: "Yes, this is what I can't figure out the most!"

The two were discussing, when suddenly, Li Moying, who was lying on the bed, moved his fingers.

Although, it's just a very slight tremor, barely noticeable.

However, Huang Yueli had been holding hands with Li Moying all the time, and was always paying attention to his situation, so she sensed it immediately.

She immediately sat beside Li Moying's bed, "Moying, are you feeling better?"

Li Moying's long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly opened a gap, and the light in the star pupils flashed away.

He shook his head slightly, then closed his eyes again, looking very tired.

Liu Buyan took his pulse again, and said: "He's fine now, probably because his body has suffered too much damage, so he needs more rest to recover, let him have a good sleep, and he'll be fine when he wakes up."