I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 91 Searching for Kunlun (1)

This Kunlun is not the other Kunlun, and it is not among the various martial arts, the holy place of martial arts, Kunlun Mountain.

However, the two locations are very close, both in the vicinity of the Kunlun Mountains in the heavenly dynasty, close to the Himalayas.

Speaking of, some Marvel experts like to build their homes near the Himalayas.

One of the most famous is naturally the residence of Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One-Kamar-Taj.

Leon boldly speculates: perhaps it is because it is inaccessible and difficult to find; or perhaps it is that there are some powerful treasures or energies hidden there. Just like the cultivators of Xianxia, ​​they like to build caves in the mountains and rivers full of aura. Same.

Who knows…

It is worth mentioning that, like Wakanda, Kunlun also has a barrier to isolate the outside world and belongs to another dimension.

Kunlun was founded by the “Dragon King”, an extraterrestrial race that visited the earth millions of years ago, and was later ruled by its descendants. After a long period of time, Kunlun has slowly evolved into seven cities, which are called “Kunlun Seven Cities”.

Kunlun Seven Cities (Seven Capital Cities of Heaven), these seven cities, each city has a beast, as the source of Asgardian and power, the common point of these seven cities is that they will use a set of fighting methods to select their own fighters .

Kunlun is the first of the seven cities.

As for the “iron fist” who concentrated his qi in his fists and emitted supernatural heat, like steel, he was the representative fighter of Kunlun!

As far as Leon knows, Kunlun’s martial arts heritage has never been broken.

All kinds of profound martial arts can be taught.

The premise is that you can enter and be accepted as a disciple by the Kunlun people…

However, if you want to enter Kunlun, it is not as simple as just buying a ticket and visiting.

Because Kunlun’s hidden barrier is only opened once every 15 years. The opening time is only three short days.

Based on the time when Iron Fist returned to New York, Kunlun was last opened in 2001, seven years ago.

In other words, if Lyon wants to find Kunlun, it will have to wait until 2016, eight years later!

If you wait until then, let alone daylily, Lyon will be cold…

definitely, there are exceptions to everything.

Even the heavily guarded “Asgard” Asgard and the Wakanda, whose technology tree has reached the top of the earth, have unknown secret entrances and exits, let alone Kunlun?

If Leon wants to enter Kunlun in advance, and leave Kunlun after learning swordsmanship, he must find someone who knows the secret entrance.

And Leon happened to know that there was such a person in New York.

That is, one of the five fingers of Hand Hehui——Mrs. Gao!

Mrs. Gao, who has lived for nearly 400 years, has a very close relationship with Kunlun. Lyon believes that she must know how to enter Kunlun.

The whereabouts of this old lady is not difficult to find.

After all, the characteristics of the old Asian lady with crutches and wrinkled skin are too obvious.

There are not many in New York…

As long as Lyon uses S.H.I.E.L.D’s military satellites to connect to all surveillance cameras in New York, and then activates the cross search engine, she can be found within a few days.

However, Lyon did not intend to let S.H.I.E.L.D or the hidden HYDRA know about preparing himself to go to Kunlun to learn martial arts.

Therefore, he can only choose another stupid way-introduced by a friend!

“It seems that I’m going to find the underground king in New York and have a chat…”

. . . . . .

The night of New York, no matter when, is so intoxicating.

However, James Wesley had no intention of admiring the top floor of a building on the Upper East Side, east of Manhattan’s Central Park.

Under the light of the desk lamp in the study, even if he is separated from the night view of New York by only a layer of glass. He is still sitting down at his desk, working out the next development strategy for his employer.

Even at home, he still wears a neat and tidy suit and tie, as if this style has long been incorporated into his blood.

“If this land can be taken down, for…”

Just when he picked up a document and was about to look it up, a sound of “bells, bells, bells” suddenly came from the door.

James Wesley frowned, put down the file, got up and walked towards the door: “That fellow Glenn, I told him not to disturb me at night…”

However, when he opened the door, it was not his bodyguard Glenn who stood at the door, but a young strange face.

The other party wore a black suit that was as expensive as the suit he was wearing, but, unlike himself, the other party did not wear a tie.

Wesley glanced at the bodyguard lying on the cold floor, and asked calmly, “Who are you?”

The young man standing in front of the door showed a warm smile: “Good evening, Wesley! I have something to ask you for help…”

. . .

Under pressure, Leon finally arranged a meeting with his employer, the underground king of New York, Wilson Fisk, through James Wesley, a very loyal guy.

The meeting place was in a French restaurant wholly owned by Fisker.

Half an hour later, when Leon took the “hostage” James Wesley and arrived at the meeting place as scheduled, he saw the hall of the restaurant where he was booked, and the sturdy man standing inside and outside with a bulging waist and a fierce expression. , The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a “expected” sneer.

These mixed channels are all the same routine, there is nothing new in it…

Under many hostile eyes, Leon took Wesley, who was still in shock, to the center of the hall, at the only table where people were sitting.

The whole table was just sitting on a big fat bald man in a black suit with no expression on his face, holding a knife and fork, and cutting a steak.

And this big fat bald man is exactly what Leon was looking for-Wilson Fisk!

Loosing Wesley, Leon pulled the chair away and sat down opposite the fat bald man.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

However, as soon as Wesley left him, the sturdy man standing around immediately pulled out the gun from his waist, opened the safety latch, and pointed the muzzle at Leon with a laid-back look.

Lyon, who was sitting in a chair at dozens of pistols, remained calm.

He looked at Wilson Fisk, who was silent, spread his hands, smiled and asked, “Mr. Fisk, is this your way of hospitality?”

Wilson Fisk did not answer, but continued to cut his own steak.

The air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere seemed to fall into the eve of the trigger…

After a while, Wilson Fisk finally finished the steak. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, he opened his mouth slightly: “You have two choices.”

“One is that you tell me now, who sent you here; the other is to let my subordinates play with you, and then let him tell me…”

Hearing Fisk’s words, Leon narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and whispered:

“Oh, what should I do, I want to choose the third…”

As soon as the voice fell, Leon moved!