After my sister died, I became the enemy of the whole world!

Chapter 389 Meeting Ji Xinyue Again

"We caught a spy earlier. Although we didn't get much useful information out of him, we did learn that this group of people came from the south!"

"Those old guys from Nan Quan died a long time ago in the last candidate competition!"

"Although there was a Southern Fist master among the previous Heavenly Kings, logically speaking, the old Southern Fist Heavenly King should have been dead for more than 20 years!"

Speaking of the old king of Southern Fist, the King of Eternal Night in front of him was also stunned for a moment...

If you really count it, he had received favor from the old king back then, otherwise it would not have been so easy for him to become the top king of the previous session.

And his strength can improve by leaps and bounds.

Finally, he had the power to overcome everything.

It is closely related to the old king of Southern Kung Fu.

The strength of the old king of Southern Fist was second only to the one from Tianmen Mountain. Unfortunately, he died very early, and gradually no one remembered the old king who performed Southern Fist.

Now that Ah Hui mentioned it again, even the King of Eternal Night in front of him seemed to remember something.

"The moves performed by that mysterious group of forces are indeed somewhat similar to Southern Fist, but they are also very different. It's very strange..."

"But it is undeniable that it is indeed similar to the old king who performed the Southern Fist!"

"But twenty years ago, the old king had already died, and his boxing skills gradually began to be lost because there were no outstanding people in his later generations..."

"There shouldn't be any characters that are too powerful!"

The words of the King of Eternal Night did not cause any reaction from the girl Hui. She just frowned.

He took out a small dark red notebook from his arms.

Then he began to search through the pages one by one.

In this search.

Time passed bit by bit, and after nearly an hour and a half, the girl Ahui's hand stopped.

Looking at the records in his little notebook, his pupils suddenly began to contract, and then his breathing became rapid.

He took a few steps back, and even his expression became incredulous.

"You say, is there a possibility..."

"That is to say, more than 20 years ago, the old king of Southern Fist did not die. He just held a funeral and announced to the public that he had been buried!"

"Perhaps the people of Tianmen Mountain had already anticipated what would happen today, so they had already made arrangements more than 20 years ago..."

“If the old king of Southern Fist had not died, and had received secret support from Tianmen Mountain, and had lived to this day! And had handed over a force that was no weaker than Tianmen Mountain, and had been hiding in the dark, accumulating strength, wouldn’t it be…”

At this point, the girl Ahui couldn't continue.

Even the King of Eternal Night heard this guess.

I couldn't help but take a breath.

If that were the case, it would be terrible.

This attack on Tianmen Mountain will most likely end in failure.

No wonder some time ago, Ma Ziang, the traitor of Tianmen Mountain, suddenly took the risk to run to the residence of the Twelve Heavenly Kings and secretly discussed some things with Chen Ze.

In fact, from the moment Ma Ziang stepped in.

The King of Eternal Night already knew about it. Even everything that Ma Ziang discussed with Chen Ze was delivered to his desk in written form.

Looking back now.

The Eternal Night King slammed the table and said, "I'm afraid Ma Ziang knew something in advance, otherwise he wouldn't have run to find Chen Ze and even said something about leaving a way out for himself!"

All these things combined, no matter how much they don't want to believe it.

It is highly possible that the Southern Fist King is still alive, but whether he has established a force that is not inferior to that of Tianmen Mountain remains to be discussed. However, with the visit of the mysterious man,

It did make them feel the pressure. Even if it was not as good as Tianmen Mountain, it was at least on the same level as the Ji family.

Moreover, it is even worse than before, not to mention that if the old king of Southern Fist were still alive, the combined power of the two would be incomparable to the forces under his command.

"The deterrent power of those two old kings is far stronger than that of the so-called Ji family and the mysterious forces. You don't have to follow me for the time being. I will let Xiuwen obey your orders. You go and investigate this matter for me and then give me a complete plan!"

When the girl Ahui heard this, she nodded solemnly.

Left on his own.

The King of Eternal Night sighed, his eyes dark, and his expression gradually became cold as he sat in the room.

……

at the same time.

Chen Ze came to the river as usual.

Wiping the set of flying daggers in his hand, he just went out again and killed several small people.

The degree of compatibility with this set of Flying Spurs has reached an unprecedented level.

I feel like I'm getting more and more comfortable with it. It's like the mouse and keyboard that you're used to using. If you suddenly change to a different set, the sensitivity will be different...

It's easy for things to go wrong.

So during this period of time, Chen Ze was not completely idle.

Basically, I just need to do some simple running-in with this set of flying spurs.

Until now, he felt that this set of flying daggers was as easy as wielding one's own arms in his hands, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Just when Chen Ze was dealing with the set of flying stabs.

Evening sunset.

In the dense rainforest not far away, Ji Xinyue, wearing a plain dress, walked out slowly and calmly.

Although there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

But compared to the last time they met, there was less tragedy and more relaxation in Ji Xinyue's eyes.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't expect that we would meet again? During this period, you didn't follow the Twelve Heavenly Kings to attack Tianmen Mountain together. It was really unexpected!"

"I had some things saved to deal with you, but I feel a little sorry that you didn't come!"

Ji Xinyue had a smile on her face, and her tall figure stood calmly on the hillside.

Her beautiful eyes moved and fell on Chen Ze.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

After hearing Ji Xinyue's voice, Chen Ze didn't even think of looking back and continued wiping the set of flying daggers.

"Is this Mr. Chen's new weapon? This set of weapons looks familiar to me. It reminds me of an old friend of my grandfather..."

"Unfortunately, this old friend passed away eighteen years ago, and his heritage and weapons also disappeared in the long river of history at that time. It is really touching to be able to see them again now!"

Chen Ze frowned even deeper as he listened to Ji Xinyue's chattering. Finally, he turned around, glanced at her, and spoke indifferently.

"You came here just to tell me this nonsense?"

Ji Xinyue burst into laughter: "Of course not, I just came here to share the joy of victory with you. The old king has mentioned you a lot recently. If you are willing, you can actually return to Tianmen Mountain!"

"The Twelve Heavenly Kings have already been defeated. It is impossible for them to win again. After this time, there will no longer be Twelve Heavenly Kings, and a new candidate will ascend the throne!"

"These people will definitely choose between Tianmen Mountain and another force. If Mr. Chen is willing to come to our Tianmen Mountain, with your strength, I'm afraid you will be the leader of the Heavenly Kings!"

(End of this chapter)