The first thousand four hundred and twenty-six chapters looking for the Qionglong Taoist

The secret land of Kyushu.

At the peak of the main hall of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall, a group of about fifty boys and girls stood on the square outside the main hall, their faces stretched, their complexions flushed slightly, and they looked very nervous.

"I haven't met the owner yet."

"Me too, I heard that the owner of the museum is a woman."

"What's wrong with women? You look down on our women."

Although these boys and girls were nervous, they still couldn't help whispering in the crowd.

"Be quiet!"

A light drink wrapped the true essence into everyone's ears, causing everyone's ears to feel a tingling sensation, and immediately, they quietly closed their mouths.

The woman who was speaking was standing in the forefront, and she was immortal. It was An Ziruo of the Emei school, who has now joined the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall and has become the management of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Sister, when will the curator come out?"

"We have been waiting for a long time."

Someone wrinkled their faces, quite anxious.

"Wait, don't talk nonsense."

Yu Ziruo glared, so scared that these people closed their mouths obediently.

In the main hall, a streamer appeared on the square.

"Vice-master!" Yu Ziruo saw the figure, with a slight smile on his face.

"The deputy director..."

Dozens of boys and girls in the square shouted in unison, staring at the woman in front of him without blinking. She was about twenty years old, and she looked very cute, and she couldn't tell that she was the ‘host’ at all.

"You can't even wait for this time? You are all geniuses selected from all over the world, perhaps in your own family, the sect in the world, you are geniuses, but here, you are very ordinary, because each People may be more talented than you, and maybe people who are less talented than you will surpass you here."

Shi Jian stood on the square, frowning with willow leaves, his expression was rather severe.

"Uh...."

The boys and girls in the square were all pursing their lips, afraid to speak any more.

The curator looks cute, but he didn't expect it to be so harsh.

"Well, you have just entered the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall. Director Zi Ruo will take you to handle the rest. There is only one rule in the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall. The strong get more resources. Work hard, little guys. "

Shi Jian smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

"Sister Zi Ruo, these new beginner disciples will be handed over to you, I have something to do." Shi Jian turned his head, cracked his mouth, and exhorted Yu Ziruo.

"Ok."

...

Zhuo Bufan suddenly turned into a streamer and disappeared over the mountains.

Fengtianjiao Villa.

"My son, you are back."

As soon as I fell into the villa, I heard a clear and sweet voice.

"Servant sword."

Zhuo Bufan blinked his eyes and suddenly laughed.

In front of me, there is a pretty girl standing with double ponytails and wearing a green lotus martial arts uniform. She feels a bit of a female heroine. She is lovely with some delicate and beautiful eyes, especially her smart eyes. The cute face is affectionate.

"My son, haven't seen me for a long time."

Shi Jian laughed, two lying silkworm eyes narrowed, kind and lovely.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time, I've grown taller."

Zhuo Bufan split his mouth and smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub her head.

"My son, do you still treat me as a little girl?" Shi Jian burst into his cheeks.

Zhuo Bufan smiled happily and led her into the villa.

Shi Jian, from Zhuo Bufan who followed her in high school, from an ordinary girl, to the point where she is now the deputy master of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall, has changed a lot.

Especially after the establishment of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall, Zhuo Bufan almost turned his hand as a shopkeeper, and left the Jianxin Martial Arts Hall to be handled by Shijian, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Shi Jian is not only his maid, but also his classmate, friend, and even a half apprentice.

"I'm just coming back now, to wash my hands and prepare to eat."

Ye Ziqin was busy at the dining table, glanced at Zhuo Bufan who walked into the living room, and said softly.

"I just went out to practice."

Zhuo Bufan shrugged his shoulders, washed his hands, and the three of them sat at the dining table.

Zhuo Luo returned to Qingzhou because of family affairs, but he has not yet returned.

Eaten.

Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian talked about the Jianxin Martial Arts Center. From the selection of disciples, to training, to the strict division of resources, the martial arts center has formulated detailed standards, and Jianxin Martial Arts Center is also on the right track.

"Jianxin Martial Arts Center is almost on the right track, and I have been relatively free recently." Shi Jian nodded.

"Well, the martial artists cultivated in Jianxin Martial Arts Hall are all the strength of my Land Country."

Zhuo Bufan nodded and said.

"Ye Zi, I may be going out today." Zhuo Bufan said while looking at Ye Ziqin again.

"Well, you can do your own business, don't worry about me, I will take care of my mother at home."

Ye Ziqin smiled, and suddenly his eyes fell on Shi Jian, and said: "Let Shi Jian accompany you, anyway, Shi Jian has time recently."

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.

"My son, let me go with you." Shi Jian's eyes also showed expectation.

"Ok."

Zhuo Bufan nodded.

The swordsman has entered the realm of the star wheel realm, and he can still teach him by staying by his side.

...

On the same day, Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian directly bought tickets to Moscow, the Russian mansion.

Because Zhuo Bufan planned to go to Russia to find the Qionglong Taoist this time, but he had no clear goal, so he had to go to Russia first and then think of a solution, so... it was not particularly in a hurry.

The night is dark and the wind is cold.

The weather in Moscow is colder than that in Languo, and there is a bleak air-condition in the air.

"Find a hotel to rest first."

Zhuo Bufan took his sword and directly found a five-star hotel and opened two rooms.

This time he came to Russia to look for the Qionglong Taoist, Zhuo Bufan knew that there was no way to get information about the Russian cultivation world from ordinary people.

Inside the room.

Zhuo Bufan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, completely releasing his spiritual thoughts.

Condensed and comparable to the Jin Dan stage monks' divine consciousness in the void, spread out like spider silk, continuously extending, like a spider web, spreading out in a radius of 30 kilometers.

Clusters of candlelights lit up in the dark void, some faint, as if they were about to be extinguished, and some were as warm as a torch.

These candlelights are all soul fire.

The stronger the flame of the candlelight, the stronger the opponent's strength.

"A few years ago, it would be nice to have dozens of cultivators in a city, now..."

Zhuo Bufan smacked his tongue secretly. After the aura recovered, hidden forces emerged, and the original underground forces began to systematically cultivate, causing the number of practitioners to continue to increase.

"In the nearest place, there are two clusters of brighter soul fire, both of which should be at the level of the star wheel."

Zhuo Bufan found that there were two clusters of candles in the void, the closest to him, it should be in the same hotel.

The spirit of the soul that exudes like thousands of spider silks, whoosh quickly retracted.