Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 442 So that’s it
"Ancestor."

Anzhe collapsed on the ground, the red dragon robe on his body no longer as bright as before.

Hearing the faint sigh, he looked into the distance with a lonely look.

His original intention was to find Jiuzi Folian for his ancestor to help him break through the barrier, but now he has brought such a disaster to the An Mansion instead.

"If you're fine, go away."

Fang Xuan turned around casually. He didn't have much ill will towards An Zhe.

In the Nine Provinces, it is normal for someone like Anzhe to be arrogant and condescending, as he is able to command three hundred thousand dragon guards.

Regardless of whether he really intended to kill him, Fang Xuan still wanted to fight for the 300,000 Dragon Guards in Zhongzhou.

"Hey"

Anzhe shook his head.

I am used to being superior and being complimented by others all the time, so I feel particularly uncomfortable when I am suddenly treated like this.

However, his ancestor had already spoken, and he had luckily managed to escape with his life, so he didn't say anything more.

The guards of the An Mansion were very tactful and made way for Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan came out of the courtyard, turned left and came to the forbidden area mentioned by Yan Feng before.

Inside the courtyard, there are rows of deep pavilions and towers, as well as numerous palaces and palaces, and countless quiet and secluded residences.

After passing through three portals, a huge tower stands before you.

In front of the tower, thousands of armored guards were holding halberds with solemn expressions. When they saw Fang Xuan, they all cast vigilant glances at him.

Fang Xuan was slightly shocked. These thousands of armored guards were actually warriors from the Second Day Pass.

This kind of situation has only been seen in the imperial palace in Shangjing City, where everything has changed beyond recognition.

The armored guards looked at Fang Xuan, but no one tried to stop him.

Until the crimson door was opened by the guards and Fang Xuan entered, the door was closed again.

Everything was as if it had never happened.

The tower is simply furnished, with a spiral staircase leading directly to the top floor. The handrails of the stairs are engraved with mysterious Taoist patterns.

The upper floors of the tower were also empty. Inside, eighty-one eternally burning lamps flickered with light. In the middle, there was a round curtain with a person sitting inside.

Arriving at the top floor, Fang Xuan looked at the round curtain in silence.

Inside the curtain, a figure swayed slowly, and an invisible aura quietly spread out from it, examining Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan was puzzled, why was the An family's ancestor like this? Was he like a shy girl in the boudoir, afraid of others?

Just as he was wondering, a stream of energy suddenly surged out from it, and the curtain was blown away by the energy. An old man with a haggard face appeared in Fang Xuan's sight.

The old man was wearing a black robe embroidered with a dragon robe, and the exposed skin was covered with various black spots.

Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The old man slowly opened his mouth and said, "Why? Is he a little different from the ninth-grade martial master you have seen?"

Fang Xuan grasped his collar, his eyes as calm as an ancient well: "Yes."

"Oh?" The old man didn't expect Fang Xuan to be so frank. A smile appeared on his face, which made the wrinkles on his face pile up together. "How is it different?"

Fang Xuan looked him up and down again and said, "A ninth-rank martial master should have his acupoints in his body completely opened up, his spirit should be derived, and he should be full of vitality. You are..." "Like a dead body with dry bones, you are living a miserable life!"

The old man continued the conversation for Fang Xuan, and when he saw Fang Xuan nod, the smile on his face faded slightly.

Then, he turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, sighed softly, and said: "In Jiuzhou, how many people can break through the checkpoints with brute force like Zhao Chuanxiong? It's not easy for me, An Hongyun, to have such good fortune!"

After that, he turned and looked at Fang Xuan seriously: "The token he gave you should be with you."

Those sharp eyes seemed very out of place on such a dilapidated body.

Fang Xuan gently waved his right hand, and a white light slowly flew out from the small object on his waist. The token given to him by Zhao Chuanxiong slowly flew towards An Hongyun.

The old man took the token, looked at it, and muttered, "Although Zhao Chuanxiong had already sent me a message, naturally no one would pretend to be the commander of the Dragon Whale Army, but I still have to see this Jin Mo Qinghua with my own eyes to feel at ease."

"It's rare that the old man can trust someone so much, it shows that you must have something extraordinary."

As he spoke, the old man gently pushed the token out and it returned to Fang Xuan's hands.

Fang Xuan didn't say anything, knowing in his heart that the old man had already confirmed the token.

After a pause, he expressed his doubts: "Old senior, since you already knew, why didn't you take action in advance? I just injured a lot of people. This..."

A faint cold light flashed in An Hongyun's deep eyes, and he said sternly: "My useless descendants should also be taught a lesson by external forces."

"It was fine before, but now Jiuzhou is in such turmoil. For some reasons, my An family has become even more popular in the eyes of others. If we continue to act so recklessly, who can guarantee that we will always be safe?"

As he spoke, the old man's tone became a little sad again, "Moreover, with my current physical condition, I can capture you to the top of this tower, but this broken body may not last long."

After saying this, the old man gently raised his right hand, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth began to flow into his body, while at the same time, strong energy spread out from his body.

That's it!

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he finally understood why he always felt that the old man's body was a little strange when he first saw him.

Many of those acupoints that seemed to be opened not only failed to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but were losing energy all the time.

It is like a balloon with many holes pierced in it. Only by constantly inflating it can we ensure that the balloon will not deflate quickly.

“Sixty years ago, when I was trying to enter the spiritual realm, I was attacked back and my spiritual platform was damaged, which made it impossible for the ten heavenly acupoints in my body to gather energy.

If not, how could this old man care so much about a Nine-Seed Buddha Lotus?"

It turned out that the An family paid such a price just to extend the life of their ancestor.

Among the forces fighting for the Nine-Child Buddhist Lotus, many wanted to destroy it and they obviously knew a lot of inside information.

In the Nine Provinces, no matter which force it is, the emergence of a warrior in the Divine Wandering Realm is something that no one wants to see.

The Wulin Alliance, which was supposed to have had its dragon luck taken away by Yizhou by force, ended up just making a deal even though Mr. Wei took action personally, only because Zhao Chuanxiong broke through the Shenyou realm!
"Just for Senior Zhao's sake, I shouldn't keep the lotus privately, but..."

Even after the old man said so much, Fang Xuan still understood.

After all, the crux of the matter is still the Nine-Child Buddha Lotus.

An Hongyun spread his hands and said leisurely: "Without the jade seal, no one can take away the 300,000 dragon guards in Zhongzhou. This is not just an agreement at the beginning. Some things can be thought of by people at your level."

"As long as the seal on Shangjing City is not lifted, these 300,000 Dragon Guards will not leave Tianshui County. However, I travel around the nine states without any restrictions!"

"Fang Xuan, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)