The disciples in charge of leading the way at Langtao Pavilion looked respectful and serious. After all, this time they were guiding a martial artist from a great country who had come from afar, and they were also opponents invited by their teacher. The two of them did not dare to be rude in the slightest.

When Chen Chuan followed the two of them up, the warship in charge of escorting in the distance also came to the vicinity of Erwen Island, and crossed the hull on one side. Then all the guns on the warship were fired.

All aimed at Erwen Island.

If there is any abnormal movement on the island, or if their fighters encounter any accidents, they will bombard the entire island with artillery fire.

After Chen Chuan left the beach, he followed the leading disciple and walked for about ten minutes. He entered a very Zen-like tree-lined avenue and arrived in front of Fangju.

He saw a big stone standing next to it, with the word "wave" written on it. The writing marks were thick and full of momentum. Just by looking at it, he seemed to hear the surging sound, but there was a soft wave underneath.

He seemed to be subdued by some force, making the sound shocking but not shocking, angry but not threatening.

The disciple of the Langtao Pavilion noticed this stone and immediately introduced it: "This word 'Langtao' was written by the founder of Zen Knife, the first owner of the pavilion, and it has been more than 600 years ago."

Chen Chuan stared at the word "wave". Although so many years had passed, he could still detect that there was still a weak spiritual power on it, just like the lotus seat of Master Hongfa.

and……

His eyes were focused on it, and there were many things contained in this word.

Seeing him stop, the two disciples didn't say anything to disturb or urge him, they both waited respectfully.

Chen Chuan paused for a while, then looked away, turned to look at the mountain road winding upward through the bamboo forest behind Fangju, and said, "Let's go."

The disciple immediately said: "Your Excellency, please." Then he continued to lead Chen Chuan up this road. At first, the dozens of steps of the mountain road were still a bit steep, but after going up for a while, it became gentler. Occasionally, one could hear a sound in the bamboo forest.

Two birdsong.

At this time, he glanced over and saw a large black and blue monument erected deep in the bamboo forest. There were sculptures of strange creatures on both sides. Many names could be seen engraved on it, but many places were still blank.

He asked: "What is that?"

The leading disciple respectfully replied: "Your Excellency, that is the monument of sacrifice. Engraved on it are the names of the disciples of our Langtao Pavilion who have fought duels and died outside for hundreds of years."

After a pause, he added: "After Junior Brother Jian Cheng was defeated and died, his name was also engraved on this monument."

Chen Chuan glanced at him and said, "If you call him junior brother, then you are the top disciple of the generation of Langtao Pavilion, Bian Yueyizhen?"

Ben Yueyizhen bowed and replied: "That's right."

Chen Chuan took a few glances. When he came to greet him, he could tell that this disciple was not simple. The third-level fighter was definitely a good fighter.

He has seen No Kanehiro from An Yao Pavilion and Gong Ying Changxiu from Fenglin Pavilion. Each of them has an unspeakable temperament, but Ben Yue Yizhen looks very ordinary in appearance, but he can feel that there is something special about this person.

He has a more persistent or paranoid belief, which is not what the first two have.

He said: "You don't seem to be sad about the death of your junior brother?"

Ben Yue Yizhen raised his head for a moment and said very seriously: "We, the warriors, will inevitably die with a single blow. We will throw away all our blood and bury ourselves in the earth and mud, and our rotten bodies will not survive in the world. Only the martial name will last forever. Junior Brother Jiancheng is

It is a blessing for Junior Brother Jian Cheng to be defeated in the hands of Your Excellency and to be defeated and die in the hands of a fighter."

His voice was extremely sincere when he spoke, and it was obvious that he really meant it.

Chen Chuan was noncommittal. When he came out of the bamboo forest, the view ahead became wider. Through the corridor in front, he could see a typical wooden structure building from an old overseas island country.

There were rows of scarlet flower trees planted on both sides of the corridor, and in front of the door, a lame old man in black clothes was sitting there on his knees with a serious expression. Even if a group of them came over, he would not say a word.

And when they were walking past the old man, the latter suddenly said: "Sir, has he used up all his moves?"

Chen Chuan knew who he wanted to ask as soon as he heard it. He recalled for a moment and then said: "I think I've exhausted everything."

When the lame old man heard what he said, he turned around and bowed deeply towards him.

Chen Chuan did not look at him again and walked through this corridor and arrived in front of the wooden door. When he arrived, Bian Yueyizhen bowed and said: "Teacher is waiting for you in the large viewing room. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off."

"

Chen Chuan glanced inside. He didn't mean to take off his shoes. He stepped directly onto the steps and stepped on the wooden floor inside. However, no one from the waiters said anything was wrong.

However, as I walked along the way, there was always a glimmer of light on my body, and there was no dirt or mud under my feet, so even though I came from outside, there were no traces left on the floor.

After walking through the front hall, we went straight to the grand viewing room, where the bamboo curtains had already been hung up. We could see a tall and thin figure sitting here, who was more than two meters tall even when he was sitting there. This person's hair was down, and his body was

There is a long, slightly curved knife placed on the knife rest next to him. There is a wave-patterned ink-color incense burner placed on the side of the table in front of him. Above him, there are the words "Wen Lei" hanging on it.

width.

Feng Heshou, the master of the Wave Pavilion.

At this time, the man stretched out his hand and gestured to Chen Chuan: "Mr. Chen, please sit down."

Chen Chuan came over and sat down opposite him.

Feng Heshou picked up the ceramic teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of him. You could see the delicate white buds on the tips of the tea leaves, and it looked like a layer of snowflakes floating in the cup.

"This is Xuelang tea. The two tea trees transplanted by the founder of Zen Knife from Donglu Zen Temple. It is said that these two tea trees are left in the world. They are only picked at the end of October every year. Now they are used to entertain guests. Mr. Chen,

Please taste it."

Chen Chuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He immediately felt the refreshing fragrance and the refreshing fragrance. He said: "Although I don't understand tea, I think the tea is very good."

Feng Heshou said: "As long as Mr. Chen likes him, it doesn't matter whether he understands or not. People like you and me don't need to care about the world or what others think."

Chen Chuan took another sip of tea. Because the cup was small, it almost bottomed out immediately. Only the tea leaves were left there. He put the cup down and said with a pun: "It's not enough."

Feng Heshou did not pour him any more tea, but took a look at the Xuejun sword he brought with him and said, "Mr. Chen has an outstanding appearance and impressive bearing. It's a pity that your sword is not worthy of you."

Chen Chuan said calmly: "With or without a knife, to me, it's just average."

Feng Heshou looked at him, "If that's the case, why did you bring it here?"

Chen Chuan raised his sword and glanced at it, then raised his eyes again and said: "This sword is called Snow Lord. It has been with me since I entered the road of fighting. It is my good companion. There are no spectators in this sparring match between me and the gym owner."

, it’s a little deserted, just right for him to watch the battle here.”

Feng Heshou looked very much in agreement with this and showed a look of approval. At this time, he reached out, grabbed a chain next to him and pulled it. He heard a mechanical sound, and then the entire hall where they were was

The pavilion shook for a moment and began to sink slowly.

There was no strange expression on Chen Chuan's face, he sat there calmly.

The pavilion sank downwards for about forty or fifty meters. Several loud sounds were heard, as if the ropes involved were tightened, and then it stopped with a slight shock.

Chen Chuan saw that behind Feng He Shou there was a passage supported by a wooden frame. The head of some strange creature was carved on the black painted pillars, and a bright light shone from the corner at the end.

Feng Heshou reached out and grabbed the long knife beside him, and said, "Mr. Chen just saw the words above my head, and this knife of mine is called "Wen Lei'." He picked it up, and then

The whole person stood up from his seat.

After he stood up straight, he was four meters tall. He was wearing a pavilion-style fighting suit with wider sleeves. His face was narrow and long, but not ugly. It was just that his specific age could not be seen. It seemed

He is in his twenties, but seems to be in his forties or fifties, and he has a profound and solemn aura about him.

He said: "Mr. Chen, we can't use it here, please come with me." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the place where the light was emitting.

Chen Chuan also stood up, picked up the Snow Lord Sword, and walked up.

This corridor is relatively wide, with a height of about twenty meters at the top and a width of five or six meters. However, even so, there are still many scratches and scratches on the two walls and the top.

The light in front of him was very familiar to him. It was the light coming from the opposite world.

He knew that the fighting gyms that existed overseas had their own rifts that survived and could still maintain a complete inheritance. The place he was going to now should be the rift in the Wave Pavilion.

This kind of thing is considered a secret for ordinary people, but it is not uncommon for fighters. Basically everyone knows it.

He had entered the rift in the Danliu Pavilion before, and there was a senior blocking the entrance and exit. He didn't know what it was like here.

When he was about to get there, Feng Heshou stopped in front of the light coming from the opposite side. At this moment, the space where he was was seemed to have been forcibly opened, and all the decorations and supports were gone.

, it seemed that only a big hole was left. He said: "There used to be a senior from our Wave Pavilion here, but he has left now."

"Leaved?"

Feng Heshou said: "Although our theoretical lifespan has no end, there will be external contamination and penetration during practice. The more we practice, the more filth will accumulate. This is irreversible.

However, the reason why we transform and break through limitations is based on this, so it is extremely difficult to eradicate. Later in practice, in addition to external infection, this pollution will also arise from our own gods, which will cause internal and external oppression and unspeakable suffering. This requires

Remove and comb it from time to time. If you can't keep it, it will be infected and turn into a ghost."

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Chapter completed!