C154 (1/2)
No wonder he was still talking about the change in color in the martial arts world today. If not for him today, no expert would be able to escape today, and even if it was him, after this battle, his heart was still a little uneasy, Long Haikong felt that he was in danger for the first time since he wandered around in the martial arts world. Compared to today, his experience of sweeping through the three strongholds in the Cloud Mountain was as relaxed and comfortable as if he was a Jade Screen Villa accompanying the sunset in watching the scenery.
Long Haikong strode out, and directly into the depths of the night, where he walked towards. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the end of the fifteen kilometer path, which was located at the Western City Fair. There was still light shining from an inn, and under the faint starlight, a black signboard at the entrance emitted a faint glow. The four words were faintly discernible: ”Peace Inn”!
In the west wing of CHENGZHOU's market, in a small alley, wrapped up in a valve's room, a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man was feeding a pigeon. On the table, there was a piece of paper and a pen.
Outside, the stars were shining brightly. With a light cry from the pigeon, it spread its wings and flew straight into the night.
Long Haikong slept for a long time, all the way until noon. He woke up and sat up in bed. His whole body was brimming with energy. After three days and two nights of bitter fighting, he seemed to be very far away. All of his fatigue and confusion were gone, and the current him was still that domineering and fearless divine dragon descendant!
Long Haikong slowly extended his robust arm, sensing the zhenqi flowing on his arm, and muttered to himself. Come on! I can't wait anymore! ”
But the rest of the journey seemed to have become abnormally calm. There were no body medicine s, no hidden weapons, and no group killing. The Moonworshiper Church seemed to have completely disappeared from his side. After two days, Long Haikong had been drinking in the tavern for more than a day. He was still drinking, but he was no longer in the west city gathering. There were many people and it was bustling with activity. Merchants from all over the place were converging. The streets were busy, and the business in wine cup was flourishing. There were twenty odd tables full of customers, and a few shop Scophthalmus s were shuttling back and forth, all of them sweating.
Two more young men came in from outside. One look and it was clear that these two were the children of influential families who knew martial arts, their clothes were bright, and their appearance extraordinary. The shop Scophthalmus immediately greeted them: ”Two Young Master s, please sit over here!” Looking around, he saw that Long Haikong had the least amount of people on the table, so he quickly discussed with Long Haikong: ”Master, how about you allow the two Young Master s to sit together with me?”
Long Haikong nodded: ”Alright!”
The two gongzis cupped their fists towards Long Haikong and sat by the side of the table, they casually placed the sword in their hands on the table. Long Haikong did not say much, and continued drinking, and before the two of their dishes were served, the yellow-clothed youth said: ”Brother Zhang, who do you think is the culprit behind the massacre at the Eastern City's TaoGarden?”
The young man surnamed Zhang laughed bitterly, ”Brother Wang, you have already asked this question three times. Since he has done such an infuriating thing, how can he let others know about it so easily? It's even more impossible for me to know! ”
Wang Ye laughed, ”Aren't you curious as well? ”Brother Zhang is well-informed and knows everything about the martial arts world. He will definitely be able to analyze it to eighty percent of its total!”
Zhang Di solemnly said, ”I say, brother, can you analyze this matter as you please? You said that the murderer could destroy the top of Old hero Ren's skull with a single palm strike, but you couldn't tell from the outside that he was an ordinary person? ”You are making wild guesses here, just in case others find out …”
Surnamed Wang's face turned slightly pale, and he no longer spoke.
Long Haikong was shocked. He smashed a martial artist's skull into pieces with a single palm. From the outside, he could not tell how powerful this martial art was. What kind of martial arts technique was this powerful? There was only one person in the martial arts world that he knew that could reach such a level. However, it couldn't possibly be him. That was because this person was none other than himself!
The sixth move of the Dragon Nine Movement – ”Flying Dragon Eight Strikes”!
How could this happen? Could it be that someone from the Divine Dragon Department had come out?
He could not drink anymore, so he put down the money and headed straight towards the east side of the city.