"Seriously?" Miss Nan's face was full of suspicion.

"It's absolutely true!" [Xiao Zuo] said eagerly: "Give me the [Pilgrimage Relic] as a reward!"

"Well, I'll give you...a piece of soap." Miss Nan shrugged, picked up the [Pilgrimage Relic] and threw it away. The [Pilgrimage Relic] disappeared out of thin air - handed over to the country... handed over to the boss.

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[Xiaozuo] suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.

"[Four Difficulties Mountain]?" Miss Nan one rubbed her chin at this time, "I haven't had much to do lately anyway, why don't you go... take a look?"

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Huoyun, southern suburbs...cemetery.

It was midnight again, and Xiaolin SIR's motorcycle stopped at the foot of the hill. He followed Uncle De all the way, and the road was full of graves, which was eerie and scary.

"Uncle...where are you taking me?"

"The end of Huangquan Road." Uncle De didn't look back.

"Uncle, don't tell ghost stories?" Xiaolin SIR stuck out his tongue.

Uncle De said calmly: "You want to participate in the battle of [Twelve Cities], which in itself is a road of no return. If you are not determined to die, you should resign to Iron Rakshasa."

Xiaolin Sir remained silent.

Uncle De didn't say anything else... He walked all the way and soon entered a cave on the hill that led deep into the mountain. Lin Feng followed Uncle De all the way deep and when he reached the end, he saw a pitch black cave.

The torii gate stands deep in the cave.

"Uncle, what is this?"

"The portal of [Foreign Battlefield]." Uncle De said expressionlessly: "The first generation."

"?-?" Sir Xiaolin was stunned, "What...what is this going to do?"

Uncle De said calmly: "Since you have decided to take this road to hell, then all I can teach you is the essence of fighting... You need endless fighting."

——It doesn’t sound like a fun thing, okay?!
Chapter completed!