At that time, the president of Oshima Club was the powerful man Huajin who was entangled by the Sword Emperor. However, that guy was not lucky and was killed by the two perfect men. Although Chen Jingming took action, he died in the hands of the two perfect men. This was considered as a shame and was lost in his face if he died.

Their current president is also a perfect strong man. Although he has not reached the peak yet, he is still stronger than ordinary perfect strong man.

The two looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes. A peak of perfection and the perfection level of strong man still has hope for dealing with the four great perfections.

And they are in the dark, and if these Chinese people have internal conflicts at that time, they will be able to get a bargain.

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Zhang Yang did not follow Ji Chengyuan and the others, but followed the white-haired old man and flattered him while walking: "Sir, you are so powerful, why don't you accept me as your disciple. I am only thirty years old this year and I am already in a complete state of cultivation. I will definitely not embarrass you."

The woman in red sneered and said disdainfully: "At the age of thirty, my master broke through Mingjin at the age of 25, and she is so embarrassed to say that she is so weak."

Zhang Yang glared at her and said contemptuously: "You seem to be not small anymore, that is, you have the ability to refine your strength and have such a strong master. You are embarrassed to be so embarrassed."

The woman in red suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and shouted angrily: "I am only twenty years old, can you compare with me?"

Zhang Yang curled his lips. It's nonsense to be a twenty year old. If he wants to create a few strong men, Xiao Yuanyuan will become Mingjin in two years, and then he will kill these guys.

But he was too lazy to argue with this woman. He looked like a spoiled girl.

While bombarding the ground, the old man turned around and looked at Zhang Yang. He jokingly said, "At thirty years old, can I be my teacher?"

But I sighed in my heart. This was indeed a good achievement for ordinary people. But when I thought that I had already broken through Mingjin when I was less than 30 years old, I still had no hope of transforming Jinjin. I suddenly breathed out.

If this kid was only twenty years old this year, even if he didn't have the ability to practice strength, he might have accepted him as his apprentice, but it was too late now.

Zhang Yang immediately raised his chest and said with a proud look: "In two years, I can break through Mingjin, and maybe in ten years, I can break through Huajin. By then, I will be the best in the world."

The woman in red sneered and said with a giggle: "Master, this is the best person in the world in the future. Why don't you accept it?"

The old man didn't care and smiled lightly, "I won't accept disciples anymore. Your talent is pretty good. If you can break through Mingjin at the age of forty, there will still be hope for great success."

After saying that, I didn’t look at Zhang Yang. For these perfect strong men, it was normal for those who were not among the most powerful men at that time. Ming Jin at the age of thirty was normal.

Some geniuses can break through Mingjin at around the age of 24 or 25, but the seventh elders and tenth ones have not yet reached the perfect state.

Not everyone can be like the Blood Slaughter King. In just three years, it has become transformed from practicing the spirit. For them, the singularity is an irrepeatable miracle and can only be looked up to for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Yang laughed and did not leave after following the old man. Anyway, the old man is very strong, so following him will be less trouble.

Zhang Yang could see that this person could break through the perfect peak in about three to five years, which means that there would be one more person in the martial arts world to prepare for the transformation of energy.

Any perfect peak strong man may become Huajin. I am afraid that this old guy's strength does not have to be weak in the Sword Emperor. I didn't expect that a strong man could also be produced in the extreme west.

Just as Zhang Yang was distracted, someone suddenly exclaimed in the distance and shouted: "I found the entrance!"

The old man was delighted, grabbed Zhang Yang and the woman in red and ran quickly to the distance.

Zhang Yang didn't care. If the old guy liked it, just catch it. It would be nice to have someone to lead the way, but the old guy was too casual, why put himself and this woman together?

The woman in red was also angry and kicked Zhang Yang a few times before laughing with satisfaction.

In less than a minute, all the warriors gathered together and looked at the dark gate in front of them and dared not go down easily.

But Zhang Yang thought about it a little more. He knew at a glance that the gate weighed at least a thousand pounds. How did the explorer open it?

The white-haired old man looked at it for a moment, looked back and suddenly said, "You, go and open the door!"

He pointed at an island warrior. Seeing this, he trembled all over and waved his hand and said, "I can't do it!"

The white-haired old man glared at him, and he also held the same thoughts as Zhang Yang and others to let others be cannon fodder, otherwise he would not have allowed these barbarians to stay.

However, Ishii Gen and Chris understood the old man's psychology. Although they were angry, they were indeed not qualified to bargain with the old man at this moment.

"Changyuan, go and open the door!" Ishii Yuan snorted lightly, his eyes flashing.

The Japanese devil's scalp was numb, but he did not dare to disobey Ishii's orders and walked down tremblingly.

Walking to the deep pit that was hit by everyone, Changyuan pushed the stone door a few times, and turned around with some anxiety, "I can't push it open."

Seeing that the old man looked at the person on his side again, Ishii Gen immediately cursed and shouted angrily: "Changchuan, go and drive!"

Nagagawa Ichiro walked down without saying a word, and shouted loudly and immediately lifted the stone gate weighing thousands of pounds. Before he could react, an arrow feather was shot out.

After all, Ichiro Nagagawa was a powerful man from Kozen. Seeing this, he moved away and left the place. The person behind him had no good luck in practicing martial arts. In the blink of an eye, he was shot into the opposite direction by the arrow feathers.

Zhang Yang touched his chin, looked at the woman beside him with a smile and whispered: "Girl, this little Japanese is too weak, he shot to death with an arrow."

The woman in red glared at him, raised her chin and looked arrogant, and ignored Zhang Yang at all.

Zhang Yang didn't care. Most of the people present were men, and most of them were old men. If it weren't for the fact that this girl looked pretty reasonable, he wouldn't be too lazy to talk to this woman.

There was no need for the old man's order. Nagagawa Ichiro paced and observed for a while, lifted the stone gate again, and a moment later another arrow feather flew out.

This time he was prepared and deviated a little, then avoided Arrow Feather, turned around and said to everyone, "It's okay if the door is opened, will we go in?"

Zhang Yang curled his lips. This Japanese devil is a talented person. Is he planning to do something bad now when he pretends to be in this gentle appearance?

Everyone looked at each other, and the white-haired old man grabbed Zhang Yang and his apprentice without saying a word and walked down, and the strong men followed one after another.

At the end, Ishii Gen and his group were walking. Several people winked with Ichiro Nagagawa before leaving.

After everyone left, Ichiro Nagagawa put down the stone gate and sprinkled some powdery things on the ground before catching up with the people in front.

This is a long passage, and it is pitch black inside, but for Mingjin warriors, these are not big problems. And for Zhang Yang, it is no different from Bai Zhou.

He first sensed it and immediately exclaimed his amazement on his face. This ancient man was really capable and could build such a big project.

However, Zhang Yang was not very surprised. After all, there were too many strong people at that time. It was not difficult for them to move big stones of thousands of kilograms of big stones and tens of thousands of kilograms of huge stones.

In fact, there were long speculations about the warrior Zhang Yang. When Qin Shihuang built the Great Wall, there were nine out of ten warriors involved, otherwise how could ordinary people complete such a large project?

Like some huge rocks, without the help of warriors, it would be difficult for the ancients to survive no matter how high their wisdom was.

This black passage is about a thousand meters long, and there are some patterns engraved on the walls on both sides of the passage. For ordinary people, this pattern is very common and there is nothing to be surprised about. There are many cemetery ruins.

But Zhang Yang discovered something was wrong. There seemed to be a layer of mysterious power attached to these patterns. Although it was not very strong, Zhang Yang didn't know how this was done.

The woman in red who had been following Zhang Yang was probably a little uncomfortable. She was just the strength to cultivate her strength and could not see far.

Suddenly, a click sound came from the silent passage, and everyone stopped immediately, while the woman in red was startled and shrunk down and looked down and screamed.

Zhang Yang was a little annoyed when he was called and said dissatisfied: "Isn't it just a human bone? There are so many dead people in this kind of ruins. What's the point of being called?"

Everyone thought so in their hearts. It is normal for a deceased ruin like this to have dead people. It is not uncommon for any warrior to have dozens of dead people in his hands.

However, this woman is the old man's apprentice. Although they think so in their hearts, it is difficult to say it.

"Hmph! I just like to shout, what does it have to do with you!" The woman in red was embarrassed and annoyed. Although she couldn't see clearly, she also knew that everyone must be very contemptuous now, and Zhang Yang was immediately hated in her heart.

The white-haired old man was also amused and cried, and said softly: "Follow me, don't run around."

The woman in red hurriedly ran behind the old man, stepped on Zhang Yang and gave up, feeling very aggrieved.

Zhang Yang curled his lips, too lazy to bother with him, and smiled and said, "Let the Japanese leave in front, we are all Chinese, and we will lose all our lives."

Everyone responded for a while, thinking in their hearts that this boy spoke happily, and the situation in front of them was unclear, and they didn't want to explore the way forward.

Only those island warriors and blonde warriors glared at Zhang Yang fiercely, with murderous intent in their eyes, and they thought they would find a chance to kill this bastard.

Zhang Yang didn't care. He felt that the patterns on both sides of the passage were a bit unsimple, so it would be better to let these Japanese men explore the way. As for whether they died or not, Zhang Yang couldn't control it.

Several foreigners discussed and found that they were now under the roof, and they had no strength to resist, so they had to send two martial artists to lead the way.
Chapter completed!