Chapter 887

"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, "Task: 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 task. The time limit is twelve hours. Do not disclose this news, violators will be erased. Failure to complete the task—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 five other people were also lying on the ground, and they were also climbing up while saying "Ah" and "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 it. In fact, 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 young. 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, one person 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 basically had a little confidence in themselves—they were all newcomers to the martial arts world, and 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's introduce ourselves. After all, according to that voice, we have to kill someone together. I think it's better to follow it—the place where we are now, I'm afraid it's something that those great powers can't do..."

Ma Long signaled everyone to look front, back, left, right, and above. Although it was as bright as day, they were actually in a room built of stone, and the brightness came from the 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, so at least it's thousands of miles away from my East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion... Something that can do this step, I'm afraid even a Heaven-level expert might 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 was a level division 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 at the bottom of the well. Now he heard about Heaven-level experts and the East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion...

The others all had a serious face. Although they were already very serious, it seemed they all knew that the situation was absolutely unusual. So a young man, a young monk, said, "I am Ci'en, a novice monk of Shaolin. Do we really have to go to Shaolin Temple to kill Cao Yuqing who stole our Shaolin martial arts secret manual? By the way, what is Baiyun Hall? Can this person enter our Shaolin Sutra Pavilion?" Unexpectedly, this young monk wearing a monk's robe was still a chatterbox. "Little master, there are no incense scars on your head. Are you not yet a high monk?" Bai Lang laughed.

He had a handsome face and could be considered a handsome man, so the little monk was not 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 first 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? Your gang recently produced a Mo Di who is very powerful." Bai Lang nodded, "It is indeed the Changle Gang of 'Sunset Long River' Gao Yuan, Gang Leader Gao. By the way, listening to your tone, does this Changle Gang have several?"

"Hahahaha, I am a disciple of the Huanhua Xijian Sect, Mu Ronghua, surnamed Mu, greedy for glory and wealth, not the famous martial arts family Murong." This Mu Ronghua seemed to be a cheerful and extroverted 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 King?"

The two women just smiled bitterly. It seemed that they felt quite unreliable that their four temporary male companions could still laugh and joke in this situation—to tell the truth, the situation was already like this, and the reason why these few men were like this was just to make the atmosphere relaxed. Among these four men, Bai Lang was actually the most handsome and tall. Ma Long had a gentle face and was very elegant, while the little monk Ci'en had an ordinary face, but his eyes were extremely agile. These two women also reported their names. "Murong Jiuxiu." This woman also looked at Mu Ronghua a little embarrassedly, and Mu Ronghua was already a little stunned. This Li Gui met Li Kui, and just now he had 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's not that no one has impersonated, but those who impersonated mostly met with retribution. Bai Lang didn't know this at all, but Mu Ronghua and Ma Long both knew it—who let them be disciples of famous sects. They knew much more than Bai Lang.

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

Since the introduction was finished, let's start discussing this so-called "task." However, Bai Lang was still confused, "Why don't these people introduce their own martial arts? It seems they are all disciples of famous families. As soon as they hear the other party's sect, they know what martial arts the other party is good at... Only I am a white paper."

Ma Long also came over, "Brother Bai Lang, this 'task', 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. However, should we find a way to get out first?" ===== CHAPTER 888 =====