Seeing his grandson's curious look, Ji Yang showed a trace of mystery, and said slowly, "Forbidden Zone!"

"Forbidden area?" Wang Le frowned immediately, and deep confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Because in his impression, whether Han Ruoshui or Qingyangzi, they had mentioned the forbidden zones in the martial arts world, and they had quite a few times.

However, once a warrior enters the forbidden area, he often ends with death and life.

At this time, Ji Yang continued to say: "The forbidden zones in the martial arts world are often synonymous with mystery and death. Unless a strong man reaches the peak of the martial arts sky level, entering the forbidden zone is a way to die."

After a pause, Jiyang changed his tone and said: "But after generations of martial arts giants have made unremitting efforts to explore and develop the restricted areas, a few of them have become resource treasures for the members of the Alliance Presbyterian Church."

"There are jaw-dropping treasures and source stone veins there, which strongly supports their Taoist tradition to continue to grow."

When Wang Le heard this, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he nodded suddenly and said, "It seems that those geniuses are heading for the cultivation resources in the forbidden zone."

Ji Yang nodded and said, "That's right, although members of the Alliance Presbyterian Church can gain benefits in the developed restricted area, when distributing interests, they always have to fight for them openly and secretly to ensure their best distribution of interests."

Speaking of this, Ji Yangzi showed envious expression: "This time the young Xuan-level warriors organized by the alliance went to the border trial. If there is no exception, it would be a competition between the members of the Presbyterian Church for the division of interests."

Wang Le touched his nose habitually, and couldn't help but speculate in his heart: "The so-called three wild card quotas are allocated to sects outside the Alliance Presbyterian Church, which can also give them hope and hope, at least to show a relatively fair attitude on the surface."

After thinking about it, Wang Le asked Jiyang: "Grandpa, is there any hope for Nanhuaguan to compete for wild card quotas this time?"

Ji Yang looked pondering and replied with some uncertainty: "Although Nanhuaguan is not as good as the members of the Alliance Presbyterian Church, there are still two early-stage disciples under the age of 30, but it depends on the ideas and arrangements of the senior brother of the sect."

Speaking of this, Ji Yang suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look at his grandson seriously and said in a deep voice: "Xiaole, can you want to participate in this trial?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and denied: "Of course not. Sun-Lao had just arrived in Nanhuaguan, his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything. So if anyone is interested in such a popular thing, I can't do it!"

Seeing that Wang Le didn't look like a fake, Ji Yang showed a look of relief on his face and praised him with satisfaction: "You can recognize this, which means you are calm enough, and grandpa is relieved, let's go!"

After saying that, Ji Yang took the lead and led Wang Le, who was following along the white jade steps, and continued to walk up quickly...

Unconsciously, Wang Le followed his grandfather Jiyang and walked around the desolate along the winding stone steps that looked like a white silk belt. There was no popularity, only old trees were packed with roots, wild flowers were blooming, and birds and beasts were flying.

When Wang Le walked around the back of the mountain, his body suddenly stiffened and could no longer move his footsteps. An incomparable shock appeared on his delicate face!

I saw three magnificent and extremely simple stone bridges that were 100 meters long and about ten meters wide across the bottomless Grand Canyon, connecting a towering mountain opposite that seemed to be cut off by a giant axe to the sky.

Although the dense pavilions and pavilions do not look magnificent, they show the sedimentation of invisible years in their simplicity. They sit one by one on the opposite mountain, like a small city, showing a breathtaking grand atmosphere.

After seeing these, Wang Le realized that the highest mountain where he was was just a barrier in front of the Nanhua Temple.

This shocking grand pattern design made Wang Le think of the poem "There are no way out" and "There is no way out" and "The willows and flowers are bright and bright again".

Ji Yang looked at Wang Le, who was shocked and speechless, and stood there on the spot, and asked proudly with a smile on his face, "How is it? Nanhuaguan hasn't disappointed you, right?"

Wang Le took a deep breath of the slightly wet and cold mountain wind, letting himself get out of this speechless shock, and then nodded and replied seriously: "The magical skills, my grandson really underestimated Nanhuaguan."

On the way to Nanhuaguan, Wang Le did underestimate Nanhuaguan in his heart.

Because Chen Huazhang and others from the Heavenly King Hall fought unscrupulously on the territory of Luohuang Town, a territory belonging to Nanhuaguan, causing huge damage.

This shows how much contempt Nanhuaguan is treated, and its strength can be seen.

In addition, when Han Ruoshui talked about Nanhua Temple and Qingyangzi, Wang Le had the impression that the glory was no longer there and had long since fallen into the dust.

The contempt caused by such various things, at this moment, Wang Le saw with his own eyes the magical craftsmanship of Nanhuaguan. The large-scale Nanhuaguan Temple was completely destroyed and no longer existed.

Ding...dang...dang...dang...dang...dang...dang...

The melodious and thick bell ringing, with the faint mountain wind, the last trace of afterglow fell in the setting sun. When the night fell, it passed through the canyon from the depths of the opposite temple and reached Wang Le's ears.

Somehow, this made Wang Le feel the peace that he had not lost for a long time, so as to soothe the inner mania caused by killing the whole way, causing physical and mental fatigue to disappear and become empty, and suddenly, his whole body was inexplicably lightened, as if he had removed the burden pressed on his shoulders.

Looking at the temple with the bright lights opposite and the shadows were filled with people, Wang Le thought to himself: "I will be here for the years to come."

After a while, the night gradually became heavier. Standing beside, carrying hands on his back, his clothes fluttered in the evening breeze. Ji Yang, who was taciturn, broke his silence and sighed quietly, saying, "How difficult it is to keep this foundation!"

Ji Yang shook his head, showed concern, and continued: "The alliance is already in turmoil. All the rules of the game formulated will be broken and invalid. The battle between sects of all powers will become fierce. The turbulent times are coming. Nanhuaguan is struggling!"

Wang Le closed his eyes to the opposite temple, turned his head to look at the old man next to him, and showed a bright smile, and said with a relaxed look: "With me here, no matter how bloody this troubled world is, the martial arts world will be bleeding and rushing, and Nanhua Temple will be fine."
Chapter completed!