Chapter 163: Trip to the Royal Fist Temple

Under the cover of night, Chi Tong came to the imperial capital again.

I arrived at the hotel in a familiar way and knocked on the door.

Crunch.

The door opened, and Heitong saw the figure outside, with an expression of surprise on his face: "Sister?"

"Black Eyes!"

Chitong's expression softened.

Entering the room, closing the door, she glanced around: "Where is Aoki?"

Black Eyes didn't answer and asked instead: "Sister, did Ye Rai agree to Aoki's deal?"

Chitong nodded: "Yes, and our boss wants to invite you and Aoki to visit the base together."

"Okay, I also want to visit the place where my sister lives."

Black Eyes looked excited. She had completely put aside the grudges between the Empire and the Revolutionary Army.

"Aoki has gone out and may not be back for a while."

"out?"

Chitong suddenly thought of something, and her face changed slightly: "Did he go again..."

Heitong shook his head: "No, no, Aoki is not going to the palace this time."

Chi Tong was slightly relieved.

Heitong said: "Aoki went to the Imperial Fist Temple today."

"The Imperial Fist Temple? Why is Aoki going to the Imperial Fist Temple?"

Chitong blinked.

Huangquan Temple is not much safer than the Imperial Palace, right?

After all, most of the people in the imperial palace are just ordinary people, but most of the people in the Imperial Fist Temple are boxing masters.

Heitong said sincerely: "This is a secret related to Aoki, I can't tell my sister."

Chitong was thoughtful and said nothing more.

…

Under the night sky.

Aoki slightly flapped his bat wings, suspended in the air, and looked down at the huge building complex below.

Imperial Fist Temple.

It is said to be a temple, but it is actually a luxurious palace.

Although it is not as good as the imperial palace, it is still ranked high in the entire imperial capital, which shows their wealth.

"Then, let's begin!"

Aoki's figure disappeared instantly.

…

The main hall is tall, with a row of statues standing on each side.

A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face stood with his hands behind his back, looking majestic.

There were eight people kneeling in front of him, six men and two women. Although they had different looks and heights, they all had a very powerful aura.

"You eight are the best students of this generation!"

The dignified middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"You should all have heard that the four Rakshasa ghosts are dead, killed by one person in a very short period of time!

This is a huge shame! Bring shame to the entire Imperial Fist Temple! Even the minister sent someone to express his disappointment! "

Eight people knelt on one knee and listened silently.

After a slight pause, the majestic middle-aged man continued: "As the best students of this generation, you will take over the role of the four ghosts of Rakshasa and directly accept the command of the minister!

In addition, you also shoulder the responsibility of washing away the shame of our Imperial Fist Temple! Can you do it? "

The man on the far left raised his head, revealing a face full of evil spirits: "Teacher, please rest assured, we are not the trash like the Four Rakshasa Ghosts!

They thought that after eating some dangerous species and gaining a little ability to control their bodies, they could do whatever they want, but they forgot that boxing is the foundation of our Imperial Fist Temple.

We will definitely wash away the shame of the Imperial Fist Temple, let people remember again, and always remember the power of the Imperial Fist Temple! "

"Hehehe, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

The woman next to her grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, like a bloodthirsty shark.

Everyone else's eyes also showed eagerness and impatient colors.

Following the minister is the goal of all students of the Imperial Fist Temple.

Who doesn't know now that the minister is the most powerful person in the entire empire?

As long as you can follow the minister, whether it is money, power, fame, women, etc., everything is at your fingertips.

I don’t know how many people envy the four ghosts of Rakshasa.

Especially a few of them.

As the most outstanding students of this generation, they never feel that they are inferior to the four ghosts of Rakshasa.

Just because the four Rakshasa ghosts seized the opportunity, they overwhelmed them everywhere.

"Perhaps we should also thank the assassin!"

The evil man's eyes were filled with violent colors: "When the time comes, just unscrew his head and let him suffer less torture."

The majestic middle-aged man said: "If you encounter that assassin again, you must kill him!"

"yes!"

Eight people responded in unison.

Although they knew that the assassin had killed the four Rakshasa ghosts, they were still confident.

Because they are different from the four Rakshasa ghosts, they are good at combined attacks, and their best thing is to attack the small with more.

There was no response for a long time, and the eight people looked up in confusion.

The sight they saw made their expressions change, and they all retreated.

The majestic middle-aged man's eyes rolled white as a strange whip pierced his forehead.

After pulling away from each other, the eight of them felt a little more at ease. They all looked at the person who killed the teacher with stunned expressions.

"Ryan? Why is it you?"

"I'm not Ryan!"

Aoki grabbed the majestic middle-aged man and threw him into a different space. At the same time, he rolled around and gradually turned into a pale young man with cat-like plum-red pupils. He glanced at the eight people.

"Weren't you still discussing me just now?"

"It's you!"

All eight people's expressions changed.

As the successors of the Four Rakshasa Ghosts, they were all familiar with the man who broke into the palace at night, and they had even seen a very clear portrait.

Unexpectedly, I encountered him before I even took office.

"Just right!" The evil man grinned, his eyes full of aggression: "Let's use your body as a gift to the minister!"

Qingmu said: "You are quite a dreamer."

The eight people did not retreat.

The words of the evil man just now made them all excited.

The mentor is dead, they have lost their support in the Royal Fist Temple, and must rely more on the minister.

And this is an opportunity.

If they can kill this assassin, they will definitely gain the trust and attention of the minister immediately.

"Formation!"

The evil man shouted, and the eight people circled around Qingmu at the same time.

"Formation?"

Qingmu looked at them, and eight whips stretched out from behind.

Snap!

The eight people almost didn't react at all, and flew out together, with a terrible wound on their chest and face, almost splitting their whole body in two.

Qingmu looked at the eight people and shook his head in disappointment: "Is this the formation? It seems useless.

To be honest, your strength is quite different from that of the four Rakshasa ghosts."

Although they were both killed instantly, there was still a gap between them.

He was able to kill the four Rakshasa ghosts in an instant, partly because of the unexpectedness, and even if these eight people did it again, the result would not change at all.

The eight people spit out blood together, not knowing whether it was because of anger or injury.

Qingmu did not let them be angry for too long, and the whip swung, and pierced their foreheads with a puff.

A wisp of blood was injected, temporarily saving the lives of the eight people.

Then, Qingmu threw them into the different space one by one.

"Almost, it's time to go back!"

Today's harvest is rich enough.

Especially the nine bodies obtained at the end, which is a big surprise.