Light and shadow fell from the sky. Without anyone around the streets, they stood on the teahouse and turned into a seven-foot-tall middle-aged figure.

The middle-aged man wore a robe and looked like an ancient Buddha with a green lamp, and was outstanding in the world. He also seemed to be a saint who had attained enlightenment. His whole body was bathed with a scent of holy light, which was inviolable.

As soon as he arrived at the third floor of the teahouse, several guests who were originally on the third floor immediately changed their expressions. Even though they didn't know who this person was, they still felt the extraordinary aura on his body and quietly retreated from the second floor.

Long Zhentian and Master Zhide smiled. When the middle-aged man showed up, they raised their glasses to him.

"Old friend, it's been sixty years since the last time I parted with Zizhu Forest. Good luck!"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, with one hand, a cup of tea floated out of thin air, and he grabbed it by a few meters away.

"Sixty years are just a blink of an eye for us. Two old friends are polite!"

After he finished speaking, he used tea instead of wine and drank it all in one go.

Master Zhide and Long Zhentian also raised their heads and drank them all at the same time. The three of them seemed to have some tacit understanding. After a cup of tea, they all sat on the triangle, standing with three legs, like Wei, Shu and Wu, who divided the world in the late Han Dynasty.

Garula, this is the name of a middle-aged man.

This name may be unfamiliar to many warriors in the Central Plains of China, but in the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, this name seems to have magic power, lingering in the hearts of all martial arts masters. Even in the minds of many nomadic peoples in the Tibetan area, this name is the immortal gods of the world.

Garulo's hands were slender and slender, almost a woman. He poked out from his robe, poured a cup of tea for himself, and said with emotion: "I remember that back then, you two went to Tibet to invite me out of the mountain to help the Martial Alliance. In that king-level battle a hundred years ago, the three of us fought side by side, defeated countless Western king-level officials, and dealt with the Holy See and the Arbitration Institute!"

"Recalling the past seems to be right in front of you!"

He raised his head, as if he was thinking about the glorious years of the past.

"After the King's Battle, the Martial Alliance was forced to remain silent. Dragon Emperor, you return to the mountains and forests. Master Zhide returns to Buddhism to hide and do not care about the world. I once thought that I would study martial arts on the side of Tibet and devote myself to Buddhism. Unexpectedly, now I am again stepping on the Central Plains, and the three of us can still get together!"

Master Zhide and Dragon Emperor smiled at each other. Garuda was once the most heavyweight figure in the Martial Alliance like them. The three of them led the Martial Alliance with their strong strength and fought against many Western forces. Those years were equivalent to the time between comrades-in-arms, and they could not be forgotten.

Master Zhide turned his head and looked at Garulao, and shouted.

"Amitabha!"

"You and I can reunite and the Martial Alliance can reappear in the world. All of this is thanks to the amazing junior. Without him breaking the barrier of the royal convention and opening up the kingly era, we would not drink tea as happily as we are now!"

When Garulo heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "Where is Ye Lingtian?

Didn’t you say that you would invite him to join the Martial Alliance? He hasn’t arrived yet?"

Since the Martial Alliance disappeared, Garuda hid the Potala Palace in the Hidden area. In the past century, only sixty years ago, World War II had come forward to gain a buffer for the Chinese martial arts world for 60 years. He had never taken a step to Hidden area in the rest of the time.

But even so, he had long heard of this new top-ranking existence. What Ye Chen did, even in the era of king-level rampant a hundred years ago, was shocking, and he couldn't help but not care.

"Ye Lingtian won't arrive!"

Long Zhentian shook his head gently, "I met him today, and he refused my invitation. Not only did he refuse to join the Martial Alliance, but he also refused to become the next generation of secret guardians!"

"oh?"

When Garulo heard this, he said a little regretful, "That's a pity. As for the top figures in the Chinese martial arts world in the past sixty years, Ye Lingtian is definitely the best choice for our successor, regardless of strength, potential, talent, reputation, and record. He should also control the future martial arts alliance!"

"But he has no ambition and travels to the sky. It seems that this matter cannot be forced!"

He is an old monk from the border of Tibetan Buddhism with more than a hundred years of cultivation. He is a real Zen master and saint. He has already seen through the world and has a great enlightenment. Although he has never seen Ye Chen, he has roughly understood Ye Chen's character through the description of the Dragon Emperor in a few words.

The Dragon Emperor turned his head and looked at the streets around him, and said quietly: "Ye Lingtian's affairs have come to an end. Although he is unwilling to join the Martial Alliance, he will never be ruthless about the king level invading the Gentiles. If this is enough!"

"We ask you to come today, and what we want to talk about is about the torn of the royal convention!"

Speaking of this, the Dragon Emperor's tone became a little solemn.

"In that battle a hundred years ago, the kingly masters of the East and the West were almost extinct and everyone was injured, so the two sides signed a kingly convention to restrain the kingly level of the world!"

"Although we all knew very well that this common agreement, which was not even written, was just a decoration, but at that time I expected that it would take at least one hundred and fifty years before the royal convention would lose its effect and return to the era of kingly level together!"

"But I really didn't expect that there would be a Ye Lingtian in the world. Because of his activity and his strength to shake the army with his strength, he brought the strongest power of warriors back to the world stage. The Arbitration Office took this as a reason to openly tear down the royal convention!"

The Dragon Emperor shook his head gently: "This is fifty years earlier than [Liangcheng     www.lcds.info] I expected. My many arrangements and plans before were completely disrupted!"

"Our Eastern martial arts world is already in a small state compared to the West. I am worried that the Arbitration Institute and the Holy See will attack for a period of time. When the Eastern and Western kings confront each other again, the situation may not be as optimistic as a hundred years ago!"

Master Zhide nodded deeply: "Indeed, today is different from the past. Because we suddenly established the Martial Alliance and invited many Eastern martial artists to settle in, we caught the Arbitration Office and the Holy See off guard!"

"In the past hundred years, who knows how much arrangements the arbitration office and the Holy See have made in secret?"

"And because of Ye Lingtian's relationship, the once neutral net will inevitably be in a favorable position to the West because of his hatred with Ye Lingtian. At that time, all the three world-class masters will be released. The bloody battle will be small, and it is the most serious matter that cannot protect the secret realm of China!"

Looking at the expressions of his two old friends, Garula, the living Buddha on the Tibetan border, felt the first time in decades that he felt heavy.

He was silent for a few seconds and suddenly looked up.

"If things really get into a difficult situation, do you think the people from 'that place' will take action?"

As soon as the four words "that place" came out, the two world-class kings, Long Zhentian and Master Zhide, had their expressions suddenly changed!
Chapter completed!