A foreigner's journey

China, Lushan.

The handsome young man is running in the mountains and forests.

His face is handsome but with a sinister look that goes deep into his bones, showing a morbid beauty.

The extremely light body technique shows that this person has extremely high attainments in Qinggong. No, this is no longer Qinggong, but a magic called [Jumping]. It is like flying in the sky. It uses extraordinary leg strength and jumping power to jump, and can run as fast as a sports car. A high-speed moving magic.

He jumped through the mountains and forests, and soon he came to the door of the nunnery halfway up the mountain.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, as if to encourage himself, the young man straightened up his appearance before kneeling down in front of the nunnery door and loudly said:

"Wen Cheng's martial virtues last for thousands of generations. He is a man of great kindness and compassion. He is the supreme master of the Nine Five Years! My disciple, Lu Yinghua, is here to welcome Master out of the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange fluctuation at the door of the nunnery. The straw curtain in front of the nunnery didn't even blow up, but it hit Lu Yinghua's chest hard.

Bang——!

Lu Yinghua, the young man who was born in Hong Kong and has now taken charge of China, had no room for resistance and was directly blasted away from the distance.

It broke countless trees along the way and flew a full dozen meters before stopping.

puff! As soon as he managed to get up from the ground, he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood, and four of his ribs were broken. This was the result of protecting his chest with all his strength and energy.

Enduring the pain, Lu Yinghua quickly ran over and continued to kneel down in front of the nunnery, motionless.

At this time, a cold female voice came from behind the nunnery door: "Ying'er, I didn't remember to teach you to have such a flattering personality."

"Everything my disciple said comes from the heart, and the sun and the moon can tell!" Lu Yinghua pressed his head tightly against the ground in front of the nunnery, not caring even if the blood spilled from the corner of his mouth spilled on the ground when he spoke.

"...That's all, I won't teach you any more lessons today."

The door of the nunnery slowly opened with a creak, and a graceful beauty with stunning appearance walked out. She was wearing a white Hanfu, and her silk-like black hair was braided into three braids.

She is Luo Hao, the pinnacle of Junlin Martial Arts, the leader of the [Five Hells Sacred Cult], the martial arts king of China, and the sworn enemy of Marquis Vauban.

Despite her charming image of a peerless beauty, she is already over two hundred years old and is an out-and-out old monster like the Marquis Vauban.

The huge China was surrendered and gathered together by her single-handedly. Those who disobeyed were all brutally executed. Only 30% of the martial arts and magicians in the whole China were killed, and a large number of famous families lost their inheritance. Even ordinary people would have their eyes gouged out when they saw Luo Hao's appearance, and their eardrums would be pierced when they heard her voice. It can be described as extremely cruel and willful.

The Five Hells Sect, once known as the Demon Sect, took advantage of the situation and rose to become the largest force in China, with Luo Hao as its eternal leader.

As her disciple, Lu Yinghua, who was born in Hong Kong Island, began to exercise the power of the acting leader after Luo Hao returned to Lushan Nunnery. The once powerful Chinese force was destroyed by the pair of masters and disciples to the point where they were like withered petals, even worse than Luo Hao. The Japanese Official History Compilation Committee next door.

He goes his own way and is absolutely narcissistic. This is Luo Hao's self-centered character that he cannot change.

She looked down at her apprentice Lu Yinghua and said in a cold tone: "Tell me, why did you call me out?"

He didn't say what he said later, but Lu Yinghua was very sure that if he couldn't come up with a suitable reason, he would probably be beaten half to death by his master today.

He immediately raised his head and said loudly: "Master! There is another foreign vassal king, and he is coming fiercely. Yesterday, a letter was sent."

As he spoke, Lu Yinghua took out the envelope from his pocket, held it up with both hands and held it above his head:

"Master, please take a look at it."

letter? Luo Hao took the envelope, with the words "Yours sincerely, Luo Cuilian" written on the cover. 】

What a foreign vassal king, how dare you call me Luo Hao by name? After kicking Lu Yinghua away, Luo Haohun opened the envelope nonchalantly. There was only a thin piece of letter paper inside.

[Your Excellency, who has occupied China for two hundred years, is it a witch who is causing trouble or is a well-known and upright leader? Let me, Heather, bear witness for the world.

On November 11th, Hokkaido, Japan, I have invited all Rakshasa kings to come to the meeting. At that time, there will be a ranking among the seven god-killers to determine who is the king of god-killers.

Competition comes first, friendship comes second. I hope you can be fully prepared and don't let me down. 】

There is no formal title, no ending, and no signature or date. There is a provocative and childish style of a child in and out of the words.

Luo Hao shook the letter to pieces with a flick of his finger, and looked at Lu Yinghua who managed to crawl back with beautiful eyes: "Where is the messenger?"

"Huh, I'm sorry, Master... We couldn't find the sender. This letter appeared in front of my bedside for no reason. If it weren't for the seal on it and the lingering spell coming from the Greek magic society 'Silver Owl', I would have Everyone thinks..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yinghua was kicked out again and fell into the dense woods far away, startling a crowd of birds.

"Trash, really useless." Luo Hao said in an indifferent tone: "Ying'er, my master won't kill you today because I was still filial to my master in the past, but you must never let my master down again, do you understand? ?”

After a few seconds, Lu Yinghua's voice came from the woods: "Yes, I will obey my master's teachings."

"Okay, I'm going down the mountain to get the congregation ready."

With a wave of his hand, Luo Hao shook the Lushan nunnery behind him, which he had lived in seclusion for many years, into powder, and then his figure flew into the sky, flying down the mountain like a bird without restraint.

Although she couldn't tell from the outside, she was already angered by Heather's boldness in her heart. If they meet, she, Luo Hao, must make this arrogant vassal king pay the price of her life!

In the woods, Lu Yinghua leaned on a broken tree trunk and took out his still intact mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "...It's me, cough...Master has come down the mountain. You must serve him well and not disobey him in the slightest." Lift, do you understand?"

After receiving a positive answer, Lu Yinghua threw away his cell phone and sat slumped under the tree trunk without any image, with blood dripping down his forehead.

He suffered four broken ribs and very severe contusions on his left leg and shoulder. The most serious thing was the last blow, which almost shattered Lu Yinghua's skull and neck.

There was no serious concussion because Lu Yinghua relied on his superb martial arts skills to jump back the moment he was beaten, which saved him from meeting his old father.

Detective Lu Ying tried to wipe away the blood dripping from the corners of his eyebrows with his trembling hands, but found that his eyes had also turned scarlet. Seeing that more blood was flowing out, he simply stopped caring and just sat slumped and turned his head to look down the mountain with a gloomy expression.

I have been your good apprentice for so many years, and you have been your loyal dog for so long, but you still have no feelings for me, and you want to kill me just because you are angry... I am a human being, your apprentice, not a beast! It's not your plaything, old witch!

As if he had made some determination, Lu Yinghua clenched his fists tightly.