The Ancestor of Body Repair

Wei State, Luzhou.

Near the vast Luyang Mountains, there is a bustling city. In the eyes of Luzhou people, this large southwestern city is second only to the state capital.

This is Huayuan City.

At this time, on the bustling streets of Nancheng District, there were three men and women with outstanding temperament, walking slowly on the wide road.

"I didn't expect that in a hundred years, Huayuan City would actually develop to the scale it is today. If it weren't for the location change, I really thought I was going in the wrong direction." The burly man in the lead said with emotion.

"Well, it seems to be twice as big as before." The young man next to Jianmei Xingmu agreed, but his expression seemed a little absent-minded.

As for the other side, the beautiful woman who looked like the young man also looked uneasy.

These three are Lu Kun and Zhao's brothers and sisters who passed through Qingzhou from Cangzhou and came to Luzhou.

Seeing the expressions of these two disciples, Lu Kun said with a somewhat desolate expression: "Hey, roughly a hundred years have passed. Although the Iron Fist Sect still exists, the Sect Leader Zhao Yuanji is definitely gone..."

Zhao Qingtian sighed: "Master, in fact, when our brothers and sisters went to Yueyang Sect, my father guessed the way we would go in the future, but his wish was to expand the Zhao family."

"If my father knew that our brothers and sisters had become cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level, he would definitely be full of relief."

"The only thing this disciple feels guilty about is not being with him in the last days of his old man's house."

When Zhao Qingtian once performed the mission of the Yueyang Sect, he occasionally returned home once or twice, but later the battlefield of Shangqingmen and the disaster of destroying the sect were linked together, so that he and Zhao Xueer had to leave their hometowns.

Zhao Xueer was silent, and there were a few tears in her eyes.

Lu Kun looked at the two disciples and patted them on the shoulders silently, comforting: "Speaking of which, the Zhao family hopes that the Zhao family will be prosperous, so it is better for you to pass on the lineage as soon as possible."

"Xue'er, you and Yuxuan will officially become a dual-cultivator daoist when you look back. Can't you see that the relationship between you is a teacher?"

When Zhao Xueer heard the words, her cold and frosty face showed a rare flush of blush, but she thought of something, and quickly returned to the original, with a murderous look in her eyes: "Master, I made an agreement with my junior brother in private that we have to wait. I will only consider this after avenging Master Wang Ruobing's revenge."

Zhao Qingtian's eyes also turned red at this time, and he said coldly: "The disciple also wants that woman to explain."

Lu Kun still doesn't know who they are talking about, that is the elder of the Demon Sect who sneaked into the Yueyang Sect, Li Wan'er, a late stage cultivator.

Then he remembered the woman who used the Yuan-devouring technique on her, and at the same time Nie Wufeng's words echoed in his mind.

"Only when the strength is strong is the most important."

Lu Kun secretly squeezed his fist.

"With my current strength, there is no way to escape under the Nascent Soul cultivator. It's not the time yet."

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Several people were silent for a while, and Lu Kun said again: "Actually, I came here this time to see if there are some good seedlings in the Iron Fist Sect. You must know that I left the first three layers of the Vajra Art for Zhao Sect."

"Now that the power of the Iron Fist Sect is so large, it is estimated that there are not a few warriors who have cultivated to the third level. If they are suitable warriors, they can be accepted as second-generation disciples."

Zhao Qingtian sighed and said, "A hundred years have passed, and I don't know if the current head of Iron Fist Sect is my descendant of the Zhao family."

Lu Kun said: "Don't worry, I only told your father Zhao Yuanji the formula of the King Kong Jue at the beginning. With his scheming, he will only hold this practice firmly in his hands."

"Although you are not in the door, the Zhao family still has collateral blood. If nothing else, the Zhao family should still be in power."

Zhao Xueer's nose wrinkled slightly, "But Master, we haven't heard any information about the head of the Iron Fist Sect. We only know that he has the title of Tyrant Fist and lives in a secluded place. It is said that even in the sect, not many people have seen him."

Lu Kun smiled and said, "The Iron Fist Gate is in front, we'll know when we go in."

While the few people were talking, they had already walked through this bustling street, and behind the corner was the Iron Fist Gate.

Today's Iron Fist Gate is very different from the original. It was repaired just outside the door. The original arched door has become even larger, and it is made of precious marble, which can withstand the invasion of time.

The three characters of "Iron Fist Gate" on the arch are made of red gold. If there is no strong strength, ordinary sects will not do such enviable things at all.

But the Iron Fist Gate is different. The eight majestic men at the gate who are still shirtless in winter are not something that ordinary warriors can provoke.

Under Lu Kun's perception, these martial artists, who are the top five and three rough, all have the level of second-rate peaks. Using these martial artists to guard the door shows the strength of Iron Fistmen in the world.

According to the information they inquired, the Iron Fist Sect can now be said to be the most powerful sect in the southwestern part of Luzhou, with more than a dozen super-first-class warriors, which is simply not something that other sects can compete with.

As the headquarters of Iron Fist Gate, it is no less than Longtan Tiger's Den for people in Jianghu.

However, Lu Kun and the others are immortal cultivators, and a simple invisibility technique can easily walk in.

The three of them calmly stepped into this sect that was very different from a hundred years ago, and then, under the leadership of Lu Kun, they walked to the deepest bamboo forest.

Lu Kun took a deep breath and said, "The old ghost Murong killed countless seniors who practiced the Diamond Jutsu here. Fortunately, such a thing will not happen in the future."

After speaking, he and the Zhao brothers and sisters walked lightly through the bamboo forest, and the traps designed by the mortals were exposed by the consciousness of the cultivators.

After a while, the three appeared in the backyard of this courtyard.

I happened to see an old man who was nearly 60 years old and had half a hundred hair sitting in the middle. There was a crystal clear stone in his arms, exuding a faint aura.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and found three strangers in the backyard at a glance.

His pupils were dilated, his eyes were full of anger, and he immediately took a defensive posture, but his tone was very calm and authentic: "Who are you, Zhao doesn't seem to know you."

Lu Kun said lightly: "The last name is Zhao, Qingtian, it seems that I'm right, it's still the head of the Zhao family."

Zhao Qingtian carefully looked at the old man in front of him, frowned and said, "Is it from my Zhao family, I have to test the blood."

The old man was indifferent to his words when he heard several people, not angry, but became more cautious and carefully observed the three strangers.

"Hey, what do these people look like?"

Looking intently at the three strangers, the old man suddenly felt that several of them, especially the burly man in the lead, had a familiar face.

A flash of light flashed in the old man's mind, and he said in disbelief, "Elder Taishang!"

Then his face changed again.

"Impossible, the Supreme Elder is at least a hundred years old, who are you, and you dare to pretend that I sent the Supreme Elder."

After speaking, the old man's body flashed, and he suddenly rushed in front of Lu Kun, his hands slammed into his chest with a whistling sound, and at the same time his calf was tense, ready to retreat at any time.

But when the old man just hit his opponent, he felt like he was hitting the cotton, as if he had no focus, but a strange force immediately surged out of the cotton. This force was as unfathomable as the sea, and it was easy to push him. fly out.

Lu Kun was still, feeling the attack of the old man, and said in surprise: "I only left three layers of diamond art back then, but your physical strength actually has the fifth layer."

Hearing the words, the old man looked stunned, looked at Lu Kun blankly, his body trembled, and said, "Vajra Art...you...are you really a supreme elder a hundred years ago!"