Chapter 839

"The Jade Fish is fully charged?" Bai Lang rubbed his head and climbed up, "That's not right, it wasn't like this last time." Just when he hadn't figured out the situation, a voice sounded, "Mission: Cao Yuqing, the hall master of Baiyun Hall, in order to obtain divine skills and unique studies to unify the martial arts world, sneaked into the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion to seize the secret manual. Killing Cao Yuqing completes the mission. The time limit is twelve hours. Do not disclose this news, violators will be erased. Failure to complete the mission—erased. The above words have the highest right of interpretation."

Bai Lang was stunned. He always felt something was wrong, "Do you accept complaints? It seems you don't." He straightened his upper body. Before that, he was lying on the ground. He looked left and right, but found that there were five other people lying on the ground just like him, and they were also climbing up while saying "ah ah".

Three men and two women, plus Bai Lang, made four men and two women. However, when Bai Lang looked over, he felt that these men and women probably had similar martial arts to him. "Martial arts beauties? Sure enough, I was overthinking. Actually, they are all just average." Out of some bad taste, Bai Lang first looked at the two women.

These two women looked like they were only eighteen or nineteen, at most twenty, and their appearance was indeed as he saw, belonging to the average. Then he looked at the other three men. These three were also not very old. The oldest one seemed to be only twenty-five or twenty-six. In this way, Bai Lang was probably the youngest one here.

However, in terms of figure and appearance, Bai Lang was not the youngest one, but one of the youngest batch. Among these four men and two women, only one looked like twenty-five or twenty-six, and the others looked about the same age. Bai Lang could see that everyone didn't know each other, but they all had a look of confusion.

They were all martial arts practitioners, and they basically had some confidence in themselves—they were all newcomers to the martial arts world. Except for Bai Lang, they probably all had great confidence in themselves. "Did you all hear that voice?" The oldest man spoke, "I am Ma Long from the Guantaoge Pavilion in the East Sea. Let everyone introduce themselves. After all, according to that voice, we have to kill someone together. I think it's best to follow it—the place where we are now is probably not something that those great abilities can't do..."

Ma Long signaled everyone to look front, back, left, right, and overhead. Although it was as bright as day, they were actually in a room made of stone, and the light came from white glowing beads embedded in the ceiling and walls. "I just fainted for a while, and then I woke up here. My sect's martial arts have a secret method that can sense the sect's secret treasure, the Ningbi Pearl. Now I can't sense it, which is at least thousands of miles away from my East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion... Those who can do this step, I am afraid that even Heaven-level experts may not be able to do it."

Bai Lang was already confused. Before this, he only knew about the so-called innate experts, vaguely heard about the Heaven, Earth, and Human Ranking, and knew that there were levels above innate experts. But as a thug in a tooth firm in a small broken city, he had nowhere to inquire even if he wanted to know more news—nothing else, just a frog in a well. Now he finally heard about Heaven-level experts, and the East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion...

The others all had serious faces. Although they were originally very serious, it seemed that they all knew that the situation was absolutely unusual. So a young man, a young monk, said, "I am the novice monk Ci'en of Shaolin. Do we really have to go to Shaolin Temple to kill that Cao Yuqing who stole my Shaolin martial arts secret manual? By the way, what is Baiyun Hall? Can this person enter my Shaolin Sutra Pavilion?" Unexpectedly, this young man in a monk's robe was still a chatterbox. "Little master doesn't have incense scars on his head. Is he not yet a high monk?" Bai Lang laughed.

He had a handsome face and could be considered a beautiful man, so the little monk didn't get angry when he heard it. The key was that he was very happy when someone talked to him. "Yes, yes, the little monk hasn't burned that scar yet. The little monk is also thinking about whether to return to secular life before burning the scar. By the way, brother, who are you?" Bai Lang introduced himself by the way, "I am Bai Lang, a member of the Changle Gang."

Another young man also spoke, "Changle Gang? Hmm... Is it the Changle Gang of 'Sunset Long River' Gao Yuan, Mr. Gao? Mo Zhai, who recently appeared in your gang, is really amazing." Bai Lang nodded, "It is indeed the Changle Gang of the 'Sunset Long River' Gao Yuan, Master Gao. By the way, listening to your tone, are there several Changle Gangs?"

"Hahahaha, I am a disciple of the Huanhua Washing Sword Sect, surnamed Mu, greedy for glory and wealth, not the famous martial arts family of Murong." This Mu Ronghua seemed to be a cheerful and outgoing guy, but Bai Lang always felt that this person's face was a bit familiar, "This small nose and small eyes make me always feel like what... Right, Bull Terrier! Is this person really not a time-traveling Yan Wang?"

The two women just smiled bitterly. It seemed that they felt it was very unreliable that their four temporary male companions could still laugh and play in this situation—to be honest, the situation was already like this, and the reason why these few men were like this was just to relax the atmosphere. Among these four men, Bai Lang was the most handsome and tall, Ma Long had a scholarly and elegant appearance, and the little monk Ci'en had an ordinary face, but his eyes were extremely agile. These two women also reported their names. "Murong Jiuxiu." The woman looked at Mu Ronghua a little shyly, and Mu Ronghua was already stunned. This was Li Gui meeting Li Kui, and just now he had just said something about the famous martial arts family Murong, and now there was a Murong...

In the martial arts world, anyone with a compound surname, according to tradition, is not easy to mess with, and there is always some background—it is not that no one has impersonated, but those who impersonated mostly suffered retribution. Bai Lang didn't know this at all, but Mu Ronghua and Ma Long knew it—who let them be disciples of famous sects, knowing much more than Bai Lang.

The last woman seemed very shy and said in a voice no louder than a mosquito, "Qin Lian'er of the Medicine Valley." Except for Bai Lang, everyone else had a serious expression, "So it is someone from the Medicine Valley. This time, I am not afraid of getting hurt." Except for Bai Lang, everyone else showed a relaxed expression again.

Since the introductions were finished, they started to discuss this so-called "mission", but Bai Lang was still confused, "Don't these people introduce their own martial arts? It seems they are all disciples of famous families. Once they hear the other party's sect, they know roughly what martial arts the other party is good at... Only I am a white paper."

Ma Long also came over, "This brother Bai Lang, for this 'mission', we can only adapt to circumstances. What ideas do you have?" Bai Lang could feel the other party looking at the iron mace by his side, "Ah, no ideas, adapting to circumstances is good. But should we find a way out first?" ===== CHAPTER 840 =====