Taoist master wants to ascend

Under the stone tablet, Li Yuan stopped for a long time.

The Star Reaching Tower is an extremely loose organization, and the only way for the killers to obtain information is through the bounty assassination list.

After looking at this list, Li Yuan also had a preliminary understanding of Dechang Mansion.

After the Qianjun Cave was destroyed, many large and small families closely related to it also suffered heavy losses, either escaped or were strangled by the enemy.

Today, in Dechangfu City, only the forces of large and small sects such as Fire Dragon Temple and Iron Sword Sect are entrenched.

Afraid of the Shenbing Valley, these families also shrank their wings, so that Dechang City was more stable than before the sect war.

After writing down the important information on the stone tablet, Li Yuan went to the cave tavern nearby.

A counter, more than a dozen tables, and masked waiters, everything is no different from the stronghold in Zhelong Mansion.

Li Yuan ordered two pots of monkey wine, found a corner and sat down, tasting it slowly. The fruit wine was sweet.

He glanced at the killers passing by with his peripheral vision and recorded the corresponding blade rays.

"Two pots of monkey wine and ten pounds of spiritual beef!"

A gray-clothed killer wearing a fox mask and a machete came to the tavern. He lowered his voice, but the accent of Zhelong Mansion could still be heard.

Glancing at the scimitar, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The swordsman in gray was very low-key, drinking and eating meat in the corner. After eating, he turned around and left silently.

Li Yuan put down the wine gourd and followed slowly.

The gray-clothed swordsman was very alert and had good Qinggong skills. He circled around in the tunnel seven times and eight times.

Li Yuan followed him not far or near, guided by the light of his weapon. No matter how he took a detour, he would always follow.

…

call!

After walking out of the tunnel, Linghu scanned the surroundings vigilantly, making sure that no one had just taken off his mask and changed his coat in the shadows.

"Lou's information is getting more and more confusing."

Linghu Baiwan shook his head slightly, hid his mask and coat, and then left quickly.

The tunnels of the Star-Zhaing Tower extend in all directions, connecting the inside and outside of the city and various urban areas. When Li Yuan walked out of the tunnel, he found that he had reached the north of the city.

"What a generous move."

Li Yuan's heart trembled slightly.

The Star-Zhaing Tower's stronghold in Zhelong Mansion was next to the Divine Soldier Valley, which surprised him. The Dechang Mansion's stronghold was actually hollowed out of the ground.

After a second thought, Li Yuan followed quickly without thinking deeply.

Whoops!

In the night wind, Linghu's figure was rising and falling, walking through the streets and alleys.

His lightness kung fu was extremely good, he landed silently, and even if he passed by him when he changed his body shape, the night watchman would not be able to detect him.

Soon, he wandered around the city for a few moments and came to an alley in the east of the city. He knocked on the door gently and pushed the door open after receiving a response.

This yard occupies a large area. There are five entrances from the front and back, and many houses have lights on.

Linghu quickly came to the backyard and bowed slightly: "Zhelongzhen Wutang, Linghu, pay homage to Hall Master An."

"Linghu?"

The sound rang out, and two young men in fancy clothes walked out of the backyard. They removed Linghu's million-dollar knife, searched him, and took him in after confirming his identity.

Linghu Baiwan lowered his head slightly, and with his peripheral vision, he saw a weapons rack in the backyard. In the small yard, an old man was boxing in the night wind.

The old man was naked from the waist up, his muscles and bones were as strong as gold and iron, and he was slowly pushing his fists. It seemed slow, but in fact, every move stirred up the airflow in the courtyard and trembled.

"call!"

The old man stood like a sleeping eagle and moved like a sick tiger. He pushed his fist slowly, and the sound of blood rushing out of his body came out and resounded throughout the small courtyard.

Linghu Baiwan's heart trembled.

This person is none other than the master of the Zhenwu Hall in Dechang Prefecture, An Yuanwu, who is extremely famous in the Zhenwu Hall.

It is said that he had extraordinary understanding and developed the strength of a tiger by relying on a broken boxing technique he picked up on the roadside when he was twelve years old.

He is only about twenty years old and has already grown up.

After that, he traveled thousands of miles to study under the master of the martial arts hall in Dechang Town, the previous generation, and learned the superior martial arts "Wei Shen Fu Hu Fist"

;.

For the next twenty years, he endured loneliness, went to the mountains to practice alone, kept company with tigers, and imitated the spirit beasts. At the age of sixty, he transformed into a nineteen-shaped body.

But now, he is over eighty years old and has already mastered the art of channeling. His martial arts skills are even higher than that of their hall master, Meng Zhan.

"Did Meng Zhan ask you to come?"

When Linghu Baiwan's mind was filled with distracting thoughts, he heard the old man's voice. When he raised his head, his heart trembled again.

In the night, An Yuanwu's eyes were sharp and shining, seemingly brighter than the torches in the yard, as if they were burning:

"I heard that two palace masters of Zhelong Mansion died in a row, and several deputy hall masters also died?"

"yes."

Linghu Baiwan lowered his head and broke into cold sweat.

"The Zhenwu Hall is really getting worse from generation to generation."

Anyuanwu put on his outer robe and sighed slightly.

The original Zhenwu Hall was composed of elite masters from many sects selected by Taizu Pang Wenlong. It was a violent organization integrating assassination, attack, intelligence, beheading, etc.

But now, more than a thousand years later, the major sects no longer send their elite disciples, and naturally they gradually wither away and no longer reach their peak.

Especially in the more than thirty years after King Zhenwu went into seclusion, things got worse and worse.

In the backyard, Anyuanwu paced and sighed: "Forty years ago, how could these Jianghu sects dare to be so bold?"

Linghu Wanwan and the other masters from Zhenwu Hall stood aside respectfully.

"Tell me, why did Meng Zhan send you here?"

An Yuanwu glanced at Linghu Wanwan and his eyes lingered on his face for a moment.

"Master Hui'an..."

Linghu Baiwan paused for a moment, took out a secret letter from his pocket and handed it over respectfully:

"Before coming, Mengtang would like to ask his subordinates to send you greetings."

"I don't need you to have a feathered eagle. Do you want you to deliver the message?"

An Yuanwu held the envelope in his hands and asked without rushing to open it:

"Have you discovered anything about the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer?"

"This, nothing."

Linghu quickly answered and told what he knew, from the Thousand Spirits Sacrifice to before he left, everything in detail.

"...The Evil God Cult is hunting down the martial arts masters who entered the cold pool in previous batches, and Huailong Palace is also secretly chasing after them..."

"The reaction from the Divine Weapon Valley was fierce. Han Chuijun was cruel and vicious, and had offended the public. He was suspected of being ambushed by a master, and left with serious injuries..."

"Three of the seven helmsmen of the Evil God Religion died, and the old thief Huangfu was also ambushed..."

…

After the news of the possible birth of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer spread, the situation in Zhelong Mansion could only be described with a random word.

There were too many masters who had entered and exited the Hantan Tunnel. Even if the Evil God Sect and Huailong Palace secretly attacked them, they could not capture them all, and they suffered strong counterattacks.

"In the past few months, hundreds of fightings have broken out in Zhelong Mansion.