Looking at the background of Hong Tianzhi's flight, Hong Yuan let out a cold buzzing sound.

For his aunt's sake, he respects three-thirds of the Red Gate, but in his heart, his hometown will always be the silent and nameless flooded town in southern Xinjiang, not the magnificent Red Gate in front of him. If the so-called Red Gate rules are reasonable, he doesn't mind following them; But if they are unreasonable, he will never take them seriously, the big thing is that Bai Xueqing took his aunt out of Hongmen, and then found the enemy who killed his parents to avenge him.

Pedestrians walked very fast, but they still walked most of the time until they came to a very large and magnificent palace.

Hong Yuan walked in and saw a huge ancient bronze tripod inside. When the cold wind blows, there is a faint humming sound. At the end of the palace there was a high stone platform on which sat an old man with gray hair. Underneath the platform, hundreds of Master Hong Amen sat cross-legged, each row fluctuating more than the other. The weakest ones are all spiritual trifecta.

"Dear elder, Hongyuan is polite!"

Hong Yuan bowed slightly, and performed a common discipleship ritual among the samurai.

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man standing to his left stood up and shouted angrily: "Bold Hongyuan, I still don't know etiquette when I go to the True Martial Arts Pavilion, and I don't kneel down yet."

The middle-aged man was a foot taller than the average person, looking at Hongyuan coldly, without expression. The last word, "Kneel," was almost uttered, and even secretly showed some kind of magic. The aftermath was endless, and a huge bronze tripod was buzzing and majestic. If nothing happened to Bai Xueqing, the cold ghost standing behind Hong Yuan would obviously be stunned. He couldn't help but take a step back, panicking.

"Hey, shout when we meet." Who are you? How old are you? ”

Hong Yuan looked at these aggressive middle-aged people coldly, and suddenly his blood boiled. He also yelled angrily.

The roar was louder than the voice of a middle-aged man, and even the sound of ancient magic was hidden. With a buzzing sound, all the bronze tripods in the hall roared like thunder on the flat ground. Standing outside the hall almost like a guard, he suddenly felt a big tightness in his mouth, the blood in his body was speeding up, the blood rushed to the brain, and the whole body could not tell the pain.

If you are polite, I will be polite to you; If you are arrogant and crazy, I will be even more arrogant and crazy than you!

Hong Yuan stood straight in the hall, like a standard robbery, facing the pressure of the middle-aged man, without the slightest weakness.

In Zheng Wu's solemn hall, everyone was stunned.

As soon as Hong De, the owner of the minareta, stood up, people thought that Hong Yuan would kneel down in panic and beg for mercy loudly. Who would have imagined that Hong Yuan would be so bold and arrogant in the face of hundreds of Hong Amen masters in this True Martial Arts Hall?

An old man, unexpectedly applauded, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, glad that he didn't stand up and cause trouble to Hong Yuan. Looking at the blue and white face of the main hall of Hong De, many people had strange smiles on their faces,

Hongyuan followed the old master through a long corridor and into an underground passage. Take the first step, slowly, farther and farther away from the surface, into the depths of the earth.

Vibrating ding, placed in the palm of the hand, is made of some materials and is very heavy. After walking a short distance, Hongyuan was out of breath and sweating. Stimulating the blood qi and the eight needles in the body felt extremely difficult, and the fluttering wings in his hand seemed to fall down at any time and smash on his feet. I don't know if it's a hallucination or if it's too tired. I even feel like it's getting heavier and heavier. My arms are fast and weak. I just relied on my stubborn will, and reluctantly followed my old master with this true indefiniteness.

The owner of the house did not come back, he came all the way down to a huge copper door, then turned around, looked at Hong Yuan who was full of grinding teeth, and nodded appreciatively, "Well, yes, that is Hong Tian's child, and I have the blood of Hong Gate rushing in my body!" "Hongyuan, see clearly, this is the secret recipe for entering our Hongmen Cultivation Holy Land. After that, that's where you practice. The real ban, open it for me! ”

With a flick of the old master's fingers, Hong Yuan had an extra plan in his heart. As he exhaled, drank loudly, and changed fingerprints one by one, the heavy, cold copper door in front of him rumbled open, revealing an underground palace.

In the palace stands a tall statue with a high nose, deep eyes, and a national face. His waist was straight, and his eyes were looking down slightly, as if he were looking at all living beings in the sky. Although it is only a stone sculpture, the muscles and bones and facial expressions are lifelike, giving people a magnificent atmosphere of mountains and rivers, which is lifelike.

"Hongyuan, kneel. This is our ancestor, Emperor Zhenwu. The old master quietly ordered to kneel in front of the stone carving. As soon as Hong Yuan knelt down, the heavy bronze door behind him slammed shut.

"After thousands of years of inheritance, Hongmen has many rules, but they are all added by later generations, and many of them are cumbersome and meaningless rules." There are only three true ancestral teachings of Hongmen.

The old master stopped with a serious face and muttered: "First of all, no matter where he is, no matter what kind of pain he suffers, don't forget the blood that has been shed on his body, he is a Hong man" and second, he must not betray himself. Although he wanted to criticize the Hongren traitors who were far away, he must do his best to destroy them, and never stop fighting without shedding blood. Third, the power of always pursuing the pinnacle, the unremitting determination of a lifetime, to embark on the true peak of martial arts. Hong Yuan, can you abide by these three ancestral precepts?

Hong Ying was silent and did not answer immediately.

Looking up at the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, his life experience suddenly came to mind.

He knew nothing about Hung Amen and had no feelings. It was only through his aunt Bai Xueqing that he admitted that he was a disciple of Hongmen. A person's status and even appearance can be changed, but no one can change the flow of blood in the body. One day, even if he went out of Hong Amen, Hong Yuan would not deny his identity as a disciple of Hongmen. One day, we will kill the invaders of the Red Gate, destroy the Dragon Gate, and avenge our parents who have never met.

Third, before he knew his life, he was committed to the power of the top. After countless hardships and setbacks, he deeply realized the importance of strength. No matter where he is or what he does, he craves greater power and the pinnacle of his practice.

The old master waited quietly, without urging.

After a long time, Hong Yuan finally came with some deep voices: "I am willing." ”

"Haha, well, Hongyuan, sit cross-legged." In front of the ancestor Emperor Zhenwu, let the grandfather inherit the supreme method of Hong Amen and comprehend the power of Emperor Zhenwu. Only in this way can you truly refine the great killer of the true martial arts, Junlin Hong Amen. At that point, Grandpa will have nothing to worry about. He can focus on one thing. Hahaha! ”

The old master smiled and turned around.

After Hong Yuan sat down cross-legged, the old master suddenly stretched out a big hand and pressed the top of Hong Yuan's head with his right hand. An ancient skill quickly came to mind in Hongyuan's mind. As a result, an unparalleled force penetrated from the top of his head, majestic, pure and domineering, directly destroying the instinctive resistance of Hong Yuan's body and replacing the original strength of Hong Yuan's body.

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