The car continued to drive for about two hours, and the super navigator on the car also showed that they had entered a range of 1,000 kilometers.

The old men were all excited, one thousand kilometers, and it would not be enough to walk by themselves every three or five days. Unexpectedly, they would arrive here in just half a day.

Although there is no danger in the previous opportunities, ordinary perfectionists will lose their energy after spending a lot of physical strength in the front, and will die if they are a little dangerous.

Zhang Yang, who had turned on the automatic driving function in the car, was dozing off when he suddenly woke up and frowned.

"Sir, what's wrong?" When Zhang Yang's performance was seen, the people were shocked. Could it be that the Dark Royal Court was chasing him?

Zhang Yang's eyebrows trembled a few times, and said, "You can listen carefully."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was in danger, the old men relaxed and quickly listened intently.

After a moment, Jin Yuan frowned and said, "Helicopter? It seems that someone is in front of him."

Zhang Yang nodded. Not only was there someone, but he was also familiar with the Japanese devils yesterday.

He didn't expect that these guys were so capable that they could use helicopters to come in China. And they were not ordinary helicopters. You should know that they had already left Xiyuan City for 1,000 kilometers, and the plane had to return, which means that the round-trip range reached 2,000 kilometers. I don't know where these Japanese got it.

"Sir, let's take a detour." Ji Chengyuan also heard that it's better to have less than anything more. Now that they have come here, they don't want to waste time in other people's business.

Zhang Yang touched his chin and stopped the car directly, laughed and said, "Why are you doing a detour? I know the people in front of him. They are small dwarfs from the island country and warriors. I heard that they are here to hunt for treasures."

Several people gave him a blank look and said that what treasures they still care about now and what treasures they can make him moved.

Zhang Yang was also bored. Although the car was fast and pleasant to drive, he felt too lonely when he was always driving in the desert.

"Don't let it go, this is our treasure of China. If it is taken away by a few Japanese devils, it's not a pity for our ancestors." Zhang Yang said righteously and directly knocked the few people out of the car. Then several perfect powerful men and one Huajin touched forward secretly.

...

"Ishii-kun, what's wrong?"

More than ten people gathered in the endless yellow sandstorm, not only Nagagawa Ichiro, but also Pild yesterday was there.

The two leading ones are one of the two, Ishii Gen, who is the mouth of Ichiro Nagagawa, while the other is Chris, the top powerhouse of the American Federation.

Last night, Nagagawa Ichiro contacted Ishii Gen to kill Pild and other bastards, but he didn't expect that the other party would also invite strong Americans from the United States. Ishii Gen knew that he couldn't fight today when he saw the other party.

The two of them are also old acquaintances. Except for Chinese warriors in the world, the other top masters are generally familiar with each other.

Since losing hundreds of top experts in China last time, even Mingjin is rare abroad, let alone both of them are equivalent to the peak of Mingjin's success. Such strong men will naturally not kill each other because of a small matter.

Their purpose this time was to find the legendary treasures, and both sides had half of the maps. Seeing this, they naturally immediately joined forces to prepare for the treasure hunt together.

When Ishii Gen heard Nagagawa Ichiro's question, he frowned and said, "Did you smell the stranger?"

Zhang Yang and his men hiding under the yellow sand pile, naturally heard his doubts and couldn't help but squint: "The Japanese's nose is more important than that of Turin, can they smell it?"

He didn't care whether the other party could hear his words. It would be a waste of time if his strength could not be hidden from these people.

Lan Wulong felt that it would be better to arrive at Tongtian Pass earlier. He felt a little impatient and said angrily: "Zhang Yang, just kill these people, why are you wasting your time?"

Any one of them can kill these guys at will, so naturally they won’t take these guys seriously. In their opinion, Zhang Yang would be too embarrassing to let them lie on the ground and hide.

Zhang Yang waved his hand and smiled lightly, "The show hasn't begun yet. There are more than one of them within a radius of ten miles."

As he said that, Zhang Yang's eyes turned around and he said in confusion: "Is there really something good here?"

The few people immediately raised their spirits and quickly responded to the spiritual sense. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang suddenly blocked the several people's response.

"Don't move, there is a perfect strong man next to you!" Zhang Yang shouted angrily. Don't these guys know how to use their brains?

As soon as he heard the perfect strong man, Ji Chengyuan frowned immediately and whispered: "Sir, why don't we go to Tongtian Pass first."

He didn't want to delay the time he went to Tongtian Pass because of the matter here. Now a perfect strong man has appeared here. If he wants to transform his spirit, it will be troublesome.

Since Zhang Yang felt that there was something fun and was willing to leave now, there were three perfect strong men within a radius of ten miles, five or six people, and the two great successes here were almost comparable to the number of middle and high-level strong men in Guoan and the martial arts association.

There must be some big secret when so many strong people gather together, and it is a secret that neither of them knows.

The Wushu Society and Guoan have great influence in the north, and the Nanwu Society also leads the territory in the south, but the strength of some remote places is not very strong.

Just like in the extreme west, although the martial arts association and Guoan have power, the strongest one is just a great success, and the local local forces are much stronger than the two major forces.

With so many strong people coming here this time, nine out of ten are local strong people from the extreme west. Zhang Yang had a vague guess at the origin of these people in his heart.

"Lao Ji, do you know how many perfect strong people are in the extreme west?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked.

Ji Chengyuan thought for a while and said uncertainly: "I don't know very clearly what's specific, but the extreme west is a bitter and cold place, and there are not many strong people here. There are about five or six perfect strong people in the three provinces in the west together."

"What about Huajin?" Zhang Yang asked again. Ninety-one of the Huajin he had seen so far were from the capital, and it seemed that there were no Huajin powerhouses in other places.

But Zhang Yang still doesn't believe it. China is so big, how could it be that the strong people are all in the capital? There will definitely be strong people in other places.

Just like the strong man Huajin from the Dark King Court he met last time, he originally lived in seclusion in the southern province, but later he was recruited by the Dark King Court in order to break through Huajin.

"Hua Jin?" Ji Chengyuan hesitated for a moment. Hua Jin's whereabouts were top secret. However, since Zhang Yang asked, he still replied: "Yes, but it disappeared thirty years ago. I don't know what happened in the martial arts world thirty years ago, but it was indeed an era of turbulence."

As he said that, Ji Chengyuan showed remembrance on his face and murmured: "At the top ten powerful people in the world, except for the two saints who became saints, the other positions were all peerless strong people who were only one step away from becoming saints."

Zhang Yang was shocked, and a storm broke out in his heart. He hurriedly asked: "What are the top ten strong men, why don't I know?"

Now Zhang Yang discovered that he had no idea about the martial arts world, such as Tongtian Pass, the top ten powerful people, and the Dark King Court. He had no idea about these things at all.

Compared with these old guys, he knew too little, and he didn't even tell him what these guys knew, which made him not know anything.

Several old men fell silent all of a sudden. After a long time, Lan Wulong sighed: "All of them are dead, either dead or missing."

"Where is the ancestor of the Yun family?" Zhang Yang was stunned when he heard this and asked quickly.

Lan Wulong curled his lips and said a little disdainfully: "The ancestor of the Yun family is strong, but he was not good at dealing with the top ten strong men back then. That is, the top ten strong men died and disappeared later, so he was considered to have made a breakthrough."

"More than thirty years ago, the martial arts world was in turmoil. First, the Martial Saint and the Sword Saint encircled and suppressed the Dark King's Court, two peerless powerful men died of the hand of the Dark King. Not long after, the Martial Saint and the other three strong men also disappeared at the same time. Then the Sword Saint..."

Speaking of the sword saint, the others looked at Zhang Yang, and saw that he was thinking and didn't say anything, they continued: "The sword saint has also disappeared, and the remaining three powerful men disappeared in the martial arts world at the same time. I don't know if they were dead or seclusion."

Zhang Yang sighed in his heart, nine out of ten are dead, even the Martial Saint and his father are dead, how could the others survive?

How did they die? The top ten powerful men, except for the two who died at the hands of the Dark King, all of them died in a few years!

Zhang Yang was still watching the show just now, but now he felt extremely sad. The two powerful men who entered the saint level, half-saint, were no longer there.

"Wang Zhongshan's father is one of them." Lan Wulong suddenly spoke.

Zhang Yang was shocked and suddenly remembered that Wang Zhongshan had told him that his father died thirty years ago.

"So many strong people in the Southern Wulin?" Zhang Yang murmured. Among the top ten strong people, the two saints are from the Southern Wulin. Now, Wang Zhongshan's father is just three. No wonder the Northern Wulin, who could suppress it back then, dare not move.

"Hehe, I forgot to say that the ancestor of the Chen family who was destroyed by you is one of them." Lan Wulong said unsurprisingly, looking at Zhang Yang and jokingly.

Zhang Yang glared at him and said angrily: "What's the matter that I've destroyed! I've killed a martial artist in their family, and the rest has nothing to do with me!"

As for the Chen family who was killed by Li Yuanchao that day, it has nothing to do with him. Anyway, it was not his own move.

However, Zhang Yang was really moved by these things. Wang Zhongshan seemed to have said that there were two great powers in the Southern Wulin, but he didn't expect that they were all among the top ten powerful people.
Chapter completed!