I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

　　 This Kunlun is not the other Kunlun, and it is not among the various martial arts, the holy land of martial arts, Kunlun Mountain.

　　 However, the two locations are very close. They are both near the Kunlun Mountains of the Celestial Kingdom and close to the Himalayas.

　　 Speaking of it, some Marvel experts like to build their homes near the Himalayas.

　　The most famous one is naturally the residence of the Supreme Master Gu Yi-Kama Taj.

Leon boldly speculates: perhaps it is because it is inaccessible and difficult to find; or perhaps it is that there are some powerful treasures or energies hidden there. Just like the cultivators of Xianxia, ​​they like to build caves in the mountains and rivers full of aura. Same.

　　Who knows...

　　 It is worth mentioning that, like Wakanda, Kunlun also has a barrier to isolate the outside world and belongs to another dimension.

　　 Kunlun was founded by the "Dragon King", an extraterrestrial race that visited the earth millions of years ago, and was later ruled by its descendants. After a long period of time, Kunlun has slowly evolved into seven cities, which are called "Kunlun Seven Cities".

Kunlun Seven Cities (Seven Capital Cities of Heaven), these seven cities, each city has a beast, as the guardian and the source of power, the common point of these seven cities is that they will use a set of fighting methods to choose their own warrior.

　　 Kunlun is the first of the seven cities.

　　 As for the "iron fist" that concentrates the qi in his fists and emits supernatural heat, like steel, he is the representative soldier of Kunlun!

　　 As far as Leon knows, Kunlun's martial arts heritage has never been broken.

　　A variety of profound martial arts can be taught.

　　 The premise is that you can enter and be accepted as a disciple by the Kunlun people...

　　 However, if you want to enter Kunlun, it is not as simple as just buying a ticket and visiting.

　　Because Kunlun’s hidden barriers are only opened once every 15 years. The opening time is only three short days.

　　 According to the time when Iron Fist returned to New York, Kunlun was last opened in 2001, seven years ago.

　　In other words, if Lyon wants to find Kunlun, it will have to wait until 2016, eight years later!

　　 If you wait until then, let alone daylily, Lyon will be cold...

　　 Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

　　 Even the heavily guarded "Palazzo" Asgard and Wakanda, where the science and technology tree climbed to the top of the earth, have secret entrances and exits that are unknown, let alone Kunlun?

　　 If Lyon wants to enter Kunlun in advance, and leaves Kunlun after learning swordsmanship, he must find someone who knows the secret entrances and exits.

　　 And Leon happened to know that there was such a person in New York.

　　 That is, one of the five fingers of the hand and the meeting-Mrs. Gao!

　　 Mrs. Gao, who has lived for nearly 400 years, has a very close relationship with Kunlun. Lyon believes that she must know how to enter Kunlun.

　　 The whereabouts of this old lady is not difficult to find.

　　 After all, the characteristics of the old Asian lady with crutches and wrinkled skin are too obvious.

　　 There are not many in New York...

　　 As long as Lyon uses S.H.I.E.L.D. military satellites to connect to all surveillance cameras in New York, and then activate the cross search engine, she can be found within a few days.

　　 However, Leon did not intend to let S.H.I.

　　 Therefore, he can only choose another stupid way-introduced by a friend!

　　 "It seems that I am going to find the underground king in New York and have a chat..."

　　. . . . . .

　　 The night of New York is always so intoxicating.

　　 However, James Wesley had no intention of admiring the top floor of a building on the Upper East Side, east of Manhattan’s Central Park.

　　 Reflected by the lamp in the study, even if he is separated from the night view of New York by only a layer of glass. He is still sitting down at his desk, working out the next development strategy for his employer.

　　 Even at home, he still wears a neat suit and tie, as if this style has long been incorporated into his blood.

　　 "If this piece of land can be taken down, for..."

　　 Just as he picked up a document and was about to look it up, a sound of "bells, bells, bells" suddenly came from the door.

　　 James Wesley frowned, put down the file, got up and walked towards the door: "That fellow Glenn, I told him not to disturb me at night..."

　　 However, when he opened the door, it was not his bodyguard Glenn who stood at the door, but a young strange face.

　　 The other party wore a suit that was as expensive as his own. The only difference was that the other party did not wear a tie.

　　 Wesley glanced at the bodyguard lying on the cold floor, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

　　The young man standing in front of the door showed a warm and gentle smile: "Good evening, Wesley! I have something to ask you for help..."

　　. . .

　　 Under pressure, Leon finally arranged a meeting with his employer, the underground king of New York, Wilson Fisk, through James Wesley, a very loyal guy.

　　 and the meeting place was in a French restaurant wholly owned by Fisker.

Half an hour later, when Leon took the "hostage" James Wesley and arrived at the meeting place as scheduled, he saw the hall of the restaurant where he was booked, and the sturdy man standing inside and outside with a bulging waist and a fierce expression. , He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an "expected" sneer~www.NovelMTL.com~ These gangsters are all the same routines, nothing new...

　　 Under many hostile eyes, Leon took Wesley, who was still in shock, to the center of the hall, at the only table where people were sitting.

　　 The entire table is just sitting on a big fat bald man in a black suit with no expression on his face, holding a knife and fork, and cutting a steak.

　　 And this fat bald man is exactly the person Leon was looking for-Wilson Fisk!

　　 Released Wesley, Leon pulled away the chair and sat down opposite the fat bald man.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 "Crack!"

　　 However, as soon as Wesley left him, the sturdy man standing around immediately pulled out the gun from his waist, opened the safety latch, and pointed the muzzle at Leon with a laid-back look.

　　 Lyon, sitting on a chair, was pointed at dozens of pistols, but he was still indifferent.

　　 He looked at Wilson Fisk who was silent, spread his hands, smiled and asked, "Mr. Fisk, is this your way of hospitality?"

　　 Wilson Fisk did not answer, but continued to cut his own steak.

　　 The air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere seemed to fall into the eve of the trigger...

　　 After a while, Wilson Fisk finally finished the steak. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, he opened his mouth slightly: "You have two choices."

　　 "One is that you tell me now, who sent you; the other is to let my subordinates play with you, and then let him tell me..."

　　 Hearing Fisk's words, Leon narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and whispered:

　　 "Oh, what should I do, I want to choose the third..."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Leon moved!