Above the ruins, Old Man Wu smiled happily, his face flushed, as if he was drunk. He stared at the wooden box in his hand, with an unprecedented greedy look in his eyes. He knew what was inside.
Zhuo Fan and others had already walked over at this time, but when Zhuo Fan saw Old Man Wu's look, he immediately felt something was wrong. Old Man Wu's eyes were like a thirsty person seeing an oasis in the desert.
Same
"Old senior, that thing..." Zhuo Fan gritted his teeth and said hesitantly. He knew that it seemed that he couldn't get those five thousand-year-old ginseng back.
"Huh?" Old Man Wu's expression changed. He looked at Zhuo Fan on the ground, then at the wooden box in his hand, and then said, "Don't tell me that the things in this box belong to you."
Old Man Wu's eyes were shining brightly, much brighter than the stars in the sky. Even at sunset, it made people feel dazzling.
I don’t know if other people feel this way, at least, that’s what Zhuo Fan thinks. Old Man Wu’s gaze is as sharp as a blade, which makes him feel dazzled. Fortunately, he doesn’t feel the dangerous aura in Old Man Wu, so he doesn’t.
So nervous. After all, killing an invincible warrior like Old Man Wu would definitely not be any more difficult than crushing an ant to death.
"Uh...haha!" Zhuo Fan smiled bitterly, "The old man is really good at predicting things. The younger man is really impressed. Since the old man has guessed it, then... the things in the box..."
"Do you think I will believe your words?" Old Man Wu's expression gradually turned cold, and there was a chill in his words, which made Zhuo Fan, Boss He and others on the ground feel uneasy.
The things in the box are also very useful to Old Man Wu. With the things in the box, his life span can be extended by forty or fifty years.
Although the invincible warriors in the True Martial Realm have cultivated martial arts to the bone marrow, exchanging blood, bones, tendons, and blood and flesh, the supreme state of perfection inside and outside the body does not mean that the peerless warriors in the True Martial Realm will not
die
When the five-hundred-year limit is reached, warriors in the realm of true martial arts also have to report to King Yama. But old man Wu is not young, and his deadline will be in a few decades.
With what he has in his hands, he can at least navigate this colorful world. The things in the box that are more than a hundred years old are very important to him, very important.
"Well... we don't dare to fool the seniors. If the seniors don't believe it, you can confirm it with our Lord." Zhuo Fan's forehead was sweating, and sweat beads the size of soybeans appeared, but he did not dare to reach out.
Go and wipe
When Old Man Wu heard this, his expression finally changed. Even Nangong Chu had to carry this little kid out. I'm afraid the things in this box are really theirs.
After pondering for a moment, Old Man Wu rolled his eyes, and his old face, as if covered with a layer of ice, suddenly showed a smile: "Hehe! You are such a good boy, you actually dare to be neither humble nor arrogant in front of me. Could it be that you are just like that?"
Are you confident that I won’t take action against you? You know, even if I kill you all now, I can still tell your Lord that you died at the hands of Iga Ryu.”
"Huh?" Zhuo Fan couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, but the faces of the others suddenly changed and became extremely ugly. The fat on Boss He's fat face twitched a few times unconsciously.
If Old Man Wu really wanted to kill them, they would have no chance of escaping and would have no choice but to die.
His thoughts suddenly changed, Zhuo Fan suddenly laughed, looked up at the old man Wu in the sky calmly and said: "Old senior is really joking. With your identity, how can you take action against us juniors?"
Old Man Wu's twinkling, fierce gaze stared firmly at Zhuo Fan's face, and said coldly: "What if I said, for the sake of the things in the box, what would I do?"
"This..." This time, Zhuo Fan was really disappointed. "Then the juniors have no choice but to sit back and wait for death." Zhuo Fan's tone was full of helplessness.
Old Man Wu looked down at Zhuo Fan and others. These people were all rare masters. Even though he was seriously injured in Iga Ryu's sudden attack, his body shape, footwork, and the unique skills unique to that master
Temperament, that cannot be imitated by others
"You little kid... very good, very good, very good!" Old Man Wu looked uncertain and said "very good!" three times in a row. Zhuo Fan and others stopped listening, but they were frightened.
"I can't return this thing to you. Just consider it as a reward for saving your lives today! Just tell your Lord that if he has any objections, just come to me." Old Man Wu
I just can’t resist the temptation of what’s in the box.
For a person like him who is approaching his end, what is the most precious thing? Treasures from heaven and earth that can extend his life are the most precious. Nothing in this world is more important than his own life.
Nangong Chu is still so young, so he doesn’t need to worry about what will happen hundreds of years from now. The things in this box are better for my old man’s emergency needs.
When Zhuo Fan and others heard what Old Man Wu said, they couldn't help but look at each other. They didn't know what to do. This thing didn't belong to them, but to their master. Even if Zhuo Fan and others were bold, they wouldn't dare to deal with it without authorization!
"That's it! The old man still wants to hunt down Iga Long. In fact, even if I take this box of things, I don't think Nangong Chu will say anything." Old man Wu said in a coquettish way. Then, he became very bachelor and stood up.
Escaped the light and chased Iga Ryu in the direction where he disappeared.
"This..." Zhuo Fan, Boss He and others looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of helplessness in each other. Invincible warriors are the existence that "masters" like them also want to look up to!
"Boss Zhuo, what are we going to do? You and I should be able to see that the main reason why the Lord agreed to take action against the Iga sect was because of these five thousand-year-old ginseng trees!" Old Man Duanmu rarely looked solemn.
said to Zhuo Fan
"Hmph!" Zhuo Fan looked up and looked at the direction where Old Man Wu disappeared and said, "Ask me, who should I ask? I can only report it to the Lord truthfully. This matter is no longer something we can handle."
"I'm afraid our original plan will be postponed." Long Ying, who had always been steady, turned gloomy. He didn't want to stay in this island country for too long.
"Damn Iga Ryu!" Mu Tuhong said fiercely. The injuries he suffered were not minor. He was shaken inside. He suffered internal injuries. His clothes were in tatters and he was in an extremely embarrassed state.
"After a few weeks of rest and recovery, I went to kill Ouyang Wang and then returned to China." Zhuo Fan glanced at the laceration on his arm and said calmly.
Today, fortunately, Old Man Wu appeared in time, so they were able to escape. However, although their lives were not in danger, they all suffered internal injuries, especially Old Man Duanmu, who had not recovered from the injuries he sustained during the battle with Ouyang Wang.
This time I got injured again. It was really unlucky.
"That's all we have to do!" Everyone nodded.
At this time, a siren suddenly sounded faintly outside the mountain, and the expressions of Zhuo Fan and others changed. They were not willing to face the police, so they picked up Masaharu Chiba in a nearby hot spring and quickly
left the scene
Ten minutes later, several police cars roared in, and a dozen armed policemen rushed out of the cars like wolves. Unfortunately, in front of these policemen, there was only a ruins, and the smell of blood wafting from the ruins.
Pity the beautiful and supple girls in kimonos in the building. They died tragically in the ruins. This is really in line with the old saying, beauties are destined to die! No matter how beautiful you are, you will be nothing more than a pink skeleton in the end.
After nightfall, it suddenly started raining heavily in the island country of Hokkaido. Two figures were moving quickly in a mountain. The blood-red sword light slashed horizontally and vertically, and surged hundreds of meters away, as if even the mountain could be split in half with one sword.
There was a pillar-shaped bright rainbow light like a thunderbolt, like a sky spear, soaring into the sky, seeming to pierce even the heaven and the earth.
Large tracts of forest were shattered by the overwhelming force, and rocks were scattered across the sky, as if the end of the world was coming.
The terrifying fluctuations spread hundreds of miles away in this dark night of heavy rain. Some accomplished masters sensed this fluctuation, and they all remained silent and horrified. They did not dare to come to find out what was going on.
Who is fighting
Someone is fighting, and it is an invincible level. The world is fighting. The heaven and earth are shaking. In the end, the entire mountain collapses. This war is over.
Some ordinary people outside the mountain seemed to see a dim bloody light flying out of the mountain. Behind the bloody light, there seemed to be a meteor-like brilliance, and they followed closely.
In contrast, far in the south of China, in Shanghai, the weather is very good, the sky is clear, there is no rain, and there are even few clouds in the sky.
There are few stars in the moon. However, in the city, you cannot see the shining stars in the sky. You may be able to see the moon. This may be the cause of "light pollution"! In the city, the lights are bright, and people feel as if they are standing on a bright
It's a place where you can't see things in the dark
On the contrary, if a person stands in the dark, he can clearly see the things under the light. Compared with the night sky, the city on the ground is where the light is. People in the city cannot see the stars on the sky.
On the outskirts of Shanghai, there is an abandoned warehouse. The surrounding area of the warehouse is covered with weeds, and unknown insects are chirping tirelessly. In front of this abandoned warehouse, there is a yard, and there is a big banyan tree next to the yard.
The lush canopy of the banyan tree covers half of the yard
The roots hung down from the banyan tree. When the breeze blew, the roots swayed slightly with the wind. Apart from the chirping of insects, there was no sound at all.
In front of the yard, there is a cement road. Extending into the distance, this cement road is already uneven. In some places, you can already see the soil under the cement.
At this time, a figure, a black figure who was not tall, appeared on this dilapidated cement road, walking towards the warehouse.