Infinite Gate: I Became a Martial Saint from Another World

"Fifth brother, this is..."

Qian Jifeng was a little confused when he saw Qian Ying bringing a stranger here.

"Brother, this is the Holy Fist Grandmaster Zhou Hong!"

Qian Ying gave up his position and introduced Zhou Hong to Qian Jifeng.

"Oh, so you are the Holy Fist Grandmaster. I have heard of you for a long time."

Qian Jifeng said with a smile on his face.

Zhou Hong nodded. He could see that Qian Ying didn't seem to have much interest in him.

But Zhou Hong still had something he wanted to ask of him, so he took the initiative to say, "Lord, I have something I want to ask for your help."

Hearing that Zhou Hong wanted to ask him for something, Qian Jifeng became interested. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Saint Fist Grandmaster is a master of martial arts. What else can you ask of me?"

"Does the king know about the Taiyin Dynasty?"

Hearing Zhou Hong say this term, Qian Jifeng's thoughts surged, and then he replied: "The Taiyin Dynasty... Who doesn't know it?"

"Don't mention me, even a child would probably know it."

"Oh, I see. Grandmaster Saint Fist wants to go to the Taiyin Dynasty?"

"Yes, Lord, I want you to recommend one or two people to the envoy of the martial arts holy land of the Taiyin Dynasty when they come, so that I can go to the martial arts holy land and improve my strength and truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Zhou Hong said.

"You have truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts? But aren't you a lower-grade grandmaster?"

Qian Jifeng asked doubtfully.

At this time, Qian Ying on the side spoke up: "Brother, the Holy Fist Grandmaster has already entered the middle level!"

Hearing this, Qian Jifeng's calm mood also began to ripple.

"What? Middle grade?!"

He exclaimed in surprise, which really scared Qian Jifeng.

He looked at Zhou Hong's young face and never expected that Zhou Hong was already a mid-level Grandmaster! !

You know, it is not easy for a small country like their Mingluo to give birth to a master, let alone a middle-level master!

The only time in Qian Jifeng's life that he had seen a mid-level grandmaster was when he went to the Taiyin Dynasty to pay homage to the mysterious Taiyin God more than 20 years ago.

At that time, not only the middle-grade grandmasters, but also the top-grade grandmasters, he had seen them!

But now, what did he see?

A mid-level Grandmaster born in his Mingluo country!!!

What a terrible talent!

Qian Jifeng was trembling a little, but he was the ruler of a country after all, and he calmed down after a while.

After taking a deep look at Zhou Hong, Qian Jifeng said, "There is no problem recommending him to the Holy Land envoy."

"With such a martial arts prodigy, how can I, Qian Jifeng, be qualified to stop your rise?"

"Thank you, Lord."

Zhou Hong clasped his fists and thanked him.

"Don't worry, I can also share with you all the martial arts techniques and information in the Martial Pavilion!"

Qian Jifeng offered Zhou Hong another tempting benefit.

But Qian Ying on the side was shocked. He said, "Wu Ge? Brother Huang, our royal family has its roots there!"

However, Qian Jifeng didn't take it seriously: "Are you talking about the magic weapon left by Taizu? Taizu has passed away for so many years, and the magic weapon has long lost its former sharpness."

"Besides, Taizu is only a lower-grade Grandmaster. I think the Holy Fist Grandmaster would not think highly of a lower-grade Grandmaster's magic weapon, right?"

"But……"

Qian Ying wanted to say something, but looking at Qian Jifeng's reaction, it seemed that he had made up his mind.

"Oh... okay."

"Brother, I hope you are right."

Qian Ying had no choice but to agree.