The white-faced man smiled and said: "It's not that our Imperial League is stingy, but it's that people in the Central Plains Martial Arts are not easy to find, and the situation in the Central Plains, you know, there are fewer and fewer people in the Martial Arts now, and there are even fewer martial arts people who are willing to buy their lives for the Imperial League!"

He also said: "Those six martial artists in the middle stage of internal strength are not from martial arts families, and they gave them 20 million adventure fees for each person, and they only agreed, regardless of life or death! Unlike Europe and Dongying, the warriors over there are more open! Especially the mercenaries in Europe, as long as they have money, they will do things for you, and for the Central Plains martial artists, money may not be easy to use!"

Hearing this, Shenyue pursed her lips and didn't say anything more, what the white-faced man said is also true, the martial arts world here in the Central Plains, the situation is indeed quite special.

Soon, the six warriors walked out of the house with a big backpack on their backs, and said with a white face: "Okay, let's go!" Time is a little rushed, you have just been in the car for a day, you may be a little tired, but you are not ordinary people, bear with it first, and when you get to the place, you will be allowed to have a good rest!"

"Hmm!" Shenyue nodded, and then said to Xu Peng: "Xu Peng, let's go, hold on first!"

"Okay!" Xu Peng smiled heartily, and Shenyue followed behind the white-faced man, walking towards the depths of the primeval forest, the six warriors, slightly five or six meters behind them, carrying food and field supplies, followed behind Xu Peng and Shenyue.

In the primeval forest, there should have been many poisonous insects and beasts, but in the waist of the white-faced man's cloak, there was a sachet hanging on his waist, and the fragrance was very strong, and he could smell it within a radius of tens of meters.

After those poisonous insects and beasts smelled this fragrance, they seemed to have encountered something terrible, and they all avoided it, and they traveled all the way, but it was also very smooth.

Everyone hurried during the day, rested at night, stopped at noon and evening to drink some water, eat something, and then continued to hurry, these people have martial arts, walking on the ground in the jungle, moving forward, four or five times faster than ordinary people.

After three days, I walked for half a month to the depths of the primeval forest, a place that is inaccessible.

After resting for the night, at noon the next day, they came to a valley in the middle of the jungle, and under the cliff on one side of the valley, there was an open flat land, and in the middle of the flat land, two groups of men and horses stood respectively.

After seeing the two groups of people, Xu Peng's face changed slightly, there were twelve people on each side of those two groups of people, ten of them were martial artists in the middle stage of internal strength, and the other one, like them, was a cultivator.

And the leader standing in front of the two groups of centaurs, like the white-faced people, could not feel the slightest fluctuation of breath in their bodies, and stood there motionless, just like a dead man.

The two leaders were also dressed strangely, one of them was wearing a white ancient official uniform with a high hat, this kind of clothing, Xu Peng had seen in some books and television, seemed to be a kind of official uniform during the Heian period of Japan.

What kind of official it is, he doesn't know so clearly, that person's face also has a very strong Japanese style grimace mask, just standing there quietly, but it gives people a strange feeling, as if he is standing at the junction of yin and yang.

This mysterious person should be the messenger of the Toei Shrine.

The other leader, wearing a gray cloak, like the white-faced man, shrouded in his head and body, held a scepter in his hand, and wore a golden mask on his face, which was very unique, the kind of mask that Egyptian mummies wore on their faces.

However, inside the man's cloak, he was wearing the shorts and vest of an Egyptian warrior, and the muscles on his arms and legs exposed outside the cloak could be distinguished as a man.

This person should be the messenger of the tribe of gods.

When Xu Peng was looking at the other party's centaurs, Shenyue, who was standing beside Xu Peng, was also looking at the other party, her cold pretty face showed a dignified look, she had already felt that the cultivator in the two sides, the middle-aged man in black in Dongying Shrine, was a strong man in the middle stage of Qi training.

In the Western tribe, the young woman in the tights is the powerhouse at the peak of the early stage of Qi training, the strength of these two people is not below her, even if she and Xu Peng join forces, they may not be able to defeat either of the two, this time to snatch the rootless Tianlan, I am afraid it is not an easy thing.

They followed behind the white-faced man, and after walking forward, five or six meters away from the two groups of people and horses on the opposite side, the white-faced man raised his hand and signaled them to stop, and the three people and horses, in a three-legged position, stood in the center of the clearing.

Seeing the white-faced man coming, the mysterious man with the golden mask spoke, and said unhurriedly: "Lord Shangguan, you are late!

The white-faced man's voice at this time regained her original female voice, and she smiled and said, "Anthony, you don't have to pretend in front of old friends, right?

"Hmph!" The man with the golden mask snorted coldly, and also returned to his normal rich manly voice, and said, "Lord Shangguan, although people like us have enough time, it is not such a waste!"

Turning his head to the white-clothed masked man at the Toei Shrine, he said, "You said yes, Lord Harumi!"

The white-clothed masked man said in a flat voice: "Lord Anthony, in front of you and Lord Shangguan, I am just a junior, and it is not easy to express my opinions! Lord Shangguan is hundreds of years older than me, waiting for Lord Shangguan for a while, it is nothing to me!"

The voice is neutral, and it is not deliberately disguised, and the tone of speech is polite, which makes people feel good when they hear it.

When the white-faced man heard this, he smiled and said, "It's still Qingming and sensible! Anthony, you just like to be careful, after so many years, it still hasn't changed at all, you have to learn more from Qingming! If I were a female pharaoh, I would definitely not let you be my messenger!"

After saying that, he laughed again, which seemed to be a bit unscrupulous.

"Hmph!" The man with the golden mask snorted coldly and said, "Lord Shangguan, you can make fun of me, but you are not allowed to insult Cleopatra, your master, Your Majesty, didn't you teach you the basic etiquette of treating guests?"

Listening to the words of the golden-masked man, the white-faced man also seemed to be a little unhappy, and said: "Anthony, in this place of my Holy Dynasty, it is not your turn to be presumptuous, dare to be disrespectful to the Martial Emperor, believe it or not, I will not let you go back to the female pharaoh!"