Hundreds of kilometers away in Shanghai, at the Grand Hyatt Jin Mao Hotel, a young man with a size of nearly two meters did not sleep on the bed, but only on the floor, and even the soft carpet on the floor, he felt uncomfortable, and finally slept on the floor of the spacious bathroom.

Late at night, Shanghai, a sleepless metropolis, is also slowly quiet, and most people have already fallen asleep. There was a faint sound of "click", which was almost indistinguishable to the naked ear, at least the person who opened this door at this moment had this confidence, and the person sleeping in this room would definitely not hear this sound. After entering, the man dressed as a waiter quickly closed the door, with gentle and precise movements, only to be stuck as if something was stuck when the lock was close to closing. Then, the room flicked open by itself, and the assassin who had assassinated several important figures in world politics without missing a shot was actually wiped on his neck with his fingers and fell unconscious, and when he woke up again, he was already lying on the floor of another room.

Habitually, he began to observe his surroundings, which was supposed to be one of the suites of the Grand Hyatt, but there was no one in the room, except that the place where the landscape painting had been hung was now replaced by a huge ox horn bow. It is not an exaggeration to say that this bow is large, because a single bow occupies almost two-thirds of the height of the entire wall, what kind of person can make such a bow? If his eyesight is not wrong, with this bow with wild cow tendon, the single pull is outward, is this still a bow for people? Is it just an ornament?

The weapons on his body were gone, and even the silver needle hidden in his hair was taken away, and he definitely ran into a master! This was his first reaction. After making sure that there was no one in the suite, he walked softly to the door and listened to the movement outside—in the dead of night, with the sound of needles dropping.

He opened the room gently, and suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, a behemoth stood in front of him, and his sixth sense instinct for danger and the potential for survival made him quickly retreat three steps in a very short time, and by the light in the room, he saw that the behemoth in front of him was actually a young man with a smile on his face.

"Are you already the sixth, do you have to kill people before you are willing to give up?" Bow Horn scratched his head, which was only an inch of hair, and smiled innocently, "My master said that you should be a human being, but you always do this over and over again, uncle is not annoyed, I am annoyed." ”

The assassin was speechless, he had never seen such a bodyguard before, it could be that he was a fool. Anyway, let's do it first.

However, after taking two steps, he regretted it, because he suddenly found that the corners of the other party's mouth were slightly hooked in a rather strange arc, as if he was mocking and despissing, and his eyes seemed to be just looking at something that was a toy at best.

If a person is treated as a toy by others, then he is completely "cupped". After taking two steps, the Assassin knew that he had kicked a bucket that he shouldn't have kicked this time. Before his fist reached the opponent, he had already been kicked upside down by the opponent's side kick that could not see the number of paths, and how much power this kick had, perhaps only the person who kicked and the person who was kicked knew it, because the person who was kicked had already fainted again.

"Why can't you fight one by one? The old iron trees on Kunlun Mountain are all more resistant than you. The two-meter-tall Kunlun man shook his head slightly, closed the door again, and squatted against the corner of the wall, as if he had returned to the days when he was counted down by the three children while sitting in the temple and basking in the sun. "What should I do? dial after dial, it would be nice if San'er was here, he has the most ghost ideas. Alas!" Gong Jiao sighed slightly, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace, at this moment, he was the elder brother of the big Diao Min who had been holding back on the mountain for twenty-five years and had read twenty years of waiting books.

In the Northeast, the sky is still full of ice and snow, and a gunshot does not seem to hit the point of the blind bear, but it has nothing to do with the Northeast Bear King who was awakened in winter at this time, and the only thing it seems to do is to lie in this ice and snow and hum.

"Brother, your marksmanship is comparable to that of Commander Yang who commanded our three eastern provinces back then!" Two men wearing fur jackets and holding shotguns slowly approached the side of the blind bear, and the younger man praised sincerely, "Seventy years earlier, we will definitely be able to beat the devil howling!"

The man known as "Brother" wears a valuable fur jacket, which seems to be a high-quality mink jacket smuggled into the country from Russia, and the price of a single jacket is comparable to the price of a BMW 5 Series, which shows the dignity of the man's status. It's just that this man, who looks like he is in his early forties, does not have the joy that he should have after hunting the prey, on the contrary, his expression is somewhat unexpectedly solemn, and he squats down and carefully examines the prey under his feet, it is obvious that this behemoth only has its last breath left, and the shot he just shot only hit the thickest part of the bear blind man's fat, and it is not a fatal injury.

"Little car, help me turn it over!" The two men took a lot of effort to turn over this big guy who definitely weighed more than 800 pounds, and an unfathomable blood-colored palm print appeared on the heart part of the bear blind man's chest, and the blood had become dark red at this time, and the man who was familiar with the strength of the foreign family frowned slightly, "Xiaoche, you are practicing the inner boxing technique, how many years does this palm take?"

When he just turned over and saw the palm print, Bo Xiaoche was already dumbfounded, and when he was asked by his brother, he reacted, with a shocked and envious expression: "If it is a Southern Wing Chun lineage, it will be less than forty years of skill, and more than sixty years, but, brother, the inner family exercise is the peak of the body, after so many years of practice, ordinary people have long passed the peak period, and I really can't figure out how this palm is split." Brother, you see, it was definitely a slap killing, and if I guessed correctly, that person didn't want to take its life, but the blind bear in this winter has long been irrational, so he made a heavy hand, but it still left a glimmer of life. ”

The man who had been staring at the palm print without making a sound nodded slightly: "Even if it is me, I dare not say that a palm can take the life of this beast...... In this world, in the end, there are still mountain people outside the mountains!"

The man who called the car nodded again and again, deeply agreed.

Even the Northeast fierce man Bo Dache admires the people, looking at the world, how many can match this can fight with bare hands?

At this moment, this initiator, who doesn't know how much surprise and surprise he has caused to the Bo family brothers in the Northeast, is sitting cross-legged on the warm pit of Lijia Village, smoking the old toad in the Northeast and drinking the high spirits brewed by the old toad in the northeast.

Lao Yan also smoked dry cigarettes, looking at this young man of his own family who suddenly appeared in the ice and snow and claimed to be surnamed "Li", somehow, he would always think of the white-eyed wolf surnamed White-eyed Wolf who also suddenly appeared in the village for half a year 28 years ago, but abducted and took away Lao Yan's sister when he left. The ancestors all said that the words of people with foreign surnames were not credible, and Lao Yan originally didn't believe it, but after his sister-in-law, who was more watery than the morning dew in the forest, was abducted by a foreigner with a foreign surname, he felt that the most dangerous people in the world were those with foreign surnames who were darker than the blind bears. Lijia Village is hospitable, but Lao Yan is an exception, usually come to foreign guests, and every family pulls their own houses to bring it, only Lao Yan, who is the village chief, is unwilling, but for some reason, he looks at the child in front of him who is more handsome than a female doll is pleasing to the eye, in the words of the mountain people, this is called fate.

"Baby, the old man will tell you a story!" Lao Yan didn't know why he became wordy today, chattering endlessly, as if he had found the mother of a lost child.

Lao Yan's level of storytelling is very average, but the handsome young man with black and green hair still listens to it with relish. The story is not complicated, it is roughly a winter full of ice and snow and freezing ground, Lao Yan is not the village head, but when Lao Yan's father is the head of Lijia Village, a young man who was hunting in the mountains but was seriously injured broke into the village, and when the man covered in blood entered the village, Lao Yan's sister was shouting at the entrance of the village that the babies were going home for dinner, and the young man fell at the feet of Lao Yan's sister who was as beautiful as he wanted. Next, just like in the general story, the beauty saves the scholar, and after coming and going, the two of them accidentally became a talented woman with a concubine. At that time, only men were jealous of the women in the village. But the good times didn't last long, the white-eyed wolf-like man recovered from his injuries, and left alone on a night when the moon was high, without saying hello to anyone, and even Lao Yan's beautiful girl was still dreaming of her marriage scene in her dreams. The man left silently, as if he had suddenly appeared in the village on the edge of the primeval forest, mysterious, lonely, without taking a trace of clouds with him. However, he took away a woman's heart, and left behind the flesh and bones that had been in the woman's womb for a month. The old smoke girl with a growing belly also secretly left the village on a night when the moon was high, and this kind woman who had never left the village for half a step began a long journey to find her husband with the words left by the man when he was warm with herself. As soon as the sister left, Lao Yan's father was anxious, he was sick in a hurry, he fell down when he was sick, and he never got up again after he fell. Just when Lao Yan's father died after staying up in the sick pit for more than half a year, Lao Yan's beautiful girl came back, but the originally lively and lovely girl became melancholy and silent, and she lost a lot of weight, as for whether she found the white-eyed wolf, she refused to say, where did the child in her womb go, she also cried when she asked, and she was in a trance for at least half a month when she cried. After more than half a year, Lao Yan's beautiful girl finally sat alone in the ice and snow on a snowy night and the moon was as clean as jade, crying and laughing all night, and the handsome girl who was tired of laughing and crying in the early morning finally fell asleep, and fell asleep very quietly, with a sweet smile on her face that had not appeared for a long time, but she never woke up.

When Lao Yan finished telling this sad story, a face with ravines was already full of tears, and when he was finished, he still slapped him a few times under his face: "It's all my brother who is useless and incapable, if I see the white-eyed wolf whose conscience was swallowed by a dog again in this life, Lao Tzu will definitely kill him alive." ”

The young man who had been listening to the story grabbed the high liquor on the table, poured three sips raw, and when he put down the wine jar, the pair of eyes like peach blossoms became more and more gorgeous: "Have you ever heard of Ling Chi?"

The old smoke who was smoking a toad was slightly stunned: "Ling Chi?"

The young man with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked also took a puff of toad cigarette and slowly spit it out, and the face comparable to a delicate Jiangnan woman in the smoke looked particularly familiar at this moment. "A forgetful white-eyed wolf, a thousand knives can be regarded as cheap for him. ”

Two men, an old man and a young man, sat on the pit and drank for most of the night, and most of the wine stored throughout the winter was drunk, and finally only the old smoke was left leaning against the wall next to the kang and babbling nonsense that others could not understand.

When he woke up, Lao Yan saw that the young man with a face like a peach blossom was still sitting opposite him, but at this moment his attention was all on the earthen pole in front of him. The earthen gun, which was about the same as the old smoke, had been broken into many parts by the young man.

"You ......" The old smoke became nameless, but for some reason, this hot-tempered Northeast man swallowed the rest of his words after being coldly glanced at by the young man.

The young man continued to move in his hands, knives, frustrations, and iron pipes were all at home, and there were some small parts on the table that he had never seen before. The young man said while skillfully measuring the diameter of the iron pipe and then dividing it: "Originally, I wanted to give you this one, but I guess you can't get used to it, so I dismantled my one and pieced it together, and under the premise that the big structure remains the same, it should be three times more powerful than your original one." ”