What does it mean to be old and not die to be a thief? Here it is.

The meaning of this sentence is actually very easy to understand, it means that no matter what species, the longer it lives, the more cunning it becomes.

To give the simplest example, in "Dragon Babu", Murong Fu and his father Murong Bo can't beat Xiao Feng, right? But why did Xiao Feng still be besieged by the heroes? It's very simple, it's because this guy has lived for a long time and has seen a lot of various gaffes, so he will do things so unexpectedly, people can't see through it, and they can't touch it.

The old man is, Yan Murong obviously saw this old man running in front, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the roof of the other party's car.

In some martial arts TV series, in order to show the shock of the appearance of the masters, such scenes are often used, such as the Bodhidharma Patriarch's crossing the river with a leaf, and Qiu Qianzhang's floating on the water - you look at people, this is shocking, you step on a car and put on a posture of a king in the world and looking at the Quartet, what is beautiful.

It seemed that Yan Murong was also surprised that he suddenly stopped to look at them, the speed of the off-road vehicle had slowed down a lot, and it seemed that he had no intention of hitting them directly.

Looking at the old man standing on the roof of the car, his hand was wiped on his waist, and a sword similar to Yan Murong's soft sword was held in his hand.

The old man is a master, but he doesn't have the consciousness that a master should have. In order to despise each other, before the fight, they will say a few provocative words such as what you are not worthy of my sword, but the old man will not, he will only solve the problem in the fastest and most effective way, he will never scold the person who should be beaten, and he will directly draw his sword if he should kill - Yan Murong was taught bad by this old man, so he always likes to smoke people's mouths.

The old man's wrist flicked, and the blade became extremely sharp, and then, the soft sword fell to the roof of the car, making a sound of metal clashing, but the roof of the car was pierced by his sword.

The off-road vehicle suddenly shook from side to side, and then it stopped with a sudden brake, and there was a crackling gunfire from the roof, but the old man had already jumped down and stood in front of Yan Murong.

"Old man, where did you get the sword?" Yan Murong asked strangely while paying attention to the movements in the car. The old man had already sent the little snake to the handful of snow in his hand, how could there be another one?

"Snow Fall." The old man stood with his sword in his hand, the majestic wind blew, and the robe fluttered with the wind, but there was a posture of Ximen blowing snow standing on the top of the Forbidden City.

"The snow is on me?" Yan Murong also pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as the sword in the old man's hand.

"Yours is what I found someone to beat." The old man said without looking back.

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At this moment, Yan Murong really wanted to walk in front of the off-road vehicle, knock on the glass, and say to the people inside. "What are you rubbing? Can't you shoot this old man who slams the door into a sieve? ”

Like words? Does this sound like a word? Is there anyone like you who is a master? Yan Murong was unhappy in his heart.

You look at other people's masters, when you let the apprentice go down the mountain alone, he will explain it seriously for several hours, what did you say when you went down the mountain? He threw himself a hundred yuan in counterfeit bills, and told himself to save some flowers. What's even more infuriating is that other people's masters will take out all kinds of peerless martial arts cheats from the secret compartment under the bed and give them to the apprentices after thousands of instructions. ――Looking for a little snake to send a sword from afar, it's still a copycat.

It's no wonder that Yan Murong thinks about "killing relatives with righteousness", this old man is really infuriating. When his sword was broken, he was afraid that he would not be able to explain it when he saw the old man, so he was really worried for hours. Affection Lang spent him for hours on the cottage goods, and it was also an indiscriminate copycat goods, even he didn't see it.

He couldn't say anything to the old man, so he transferred all his anger to the off-road vehicle, and his eyes were like copper bells, looking at the stopped off-road vehicle with indignation.

The people in the car did not shoot, nor did they get out of the car, as if the old man's sword had killed everyone, except for the roaring engine sound, the scene was particularly eerie.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes - the door opens.

Five minutes later, the front and passenger doors opened, and two tall white men in special operations camouflage uniforms stepped out of the car.

Seeing the two of them, Yan Murong's heart suddenly sank.

"Old man, these two are not easy to deal with." Yan Murong said in a low voice.

Seeing these two people, Yan Murong felt the same aura on the two bodyguards beside Zheng Wuming in Teng Xiangling's office some time ago.

The old man didn't speak, the soft sword in his hand shook, and his body shook, and he appeared in front of the two foreigners, a simple and swift sword, stabbing one of them in the throat, and at the same time, the wrist had already made a reversal movement, ready to pierce the throat of one person at the same time, and cut the throat of the other.

There was a sound of "ding", and the old man's sword failed to achieve his wish, but it was blocked by the man, and in his hand, he held a short dagger with a blade just in front of his throat, blocking the old man's sharp sword.

The old man reacted very quickly, he couldn't make a sword, his feet hit the ground, his body flew backwards, dodging the man's defense and backstabbing a knife, his toes tapped on his arm, and the sword in his hand suddenly softened, wrapping around his neck like a spiritual snake. As long as he is entangled in a soft sword, and then pulls it like that, I'm afraid his head will be separated from his neck.

The old man's movements were fast, and the white man's reaction was not slow, and his body retreated to one side, and the dagger met the soft sword, and at the same time, another person also joined the battle group, and stabbed the old man's right rib at an angle of forty-five degrees. If you pierce it at this angle, you can directly pierce the lobes of the lungs, and the opponent will immediately lose its combat effectiveness.

At this moment, Yan Murong also moved, a black shadow flashed, he had already arrived in front of him, raised his hand, and the fine sand in his hand smashed overwhelmingly towards the second person, who quickly gave up the idea of helping his companion attack the old man, and put one hand in front of him, but the hand holding the dagger swept towards Yan Murong. In defense, he doesn't forget to attack, and this guy is calm enough.

Yan Murong didn't expect a handful of sand to do anything to him, but just relieved the old man.

In less than a second, the old man withdrew himself from the dangerous position, and the soft sword in his hand swung sharply, and silver sword lights continued to bloom, and at the same time, there was a sound of clothes being torn.

When he saw that the light stopped, the old man suddenly pulled out and pulled Yan Murong to a distance of a few meters from the two.

In more than ten seconds, the old man took out one hundred and fifty swords, and the other party's clothes were scratched by him, but there were only some criss-crossing red marks on his body, and his flesh and skin were not injured at all.