In a manor house in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, the sun is shining and the scenery is pleasant.

The middle-aged man swung a powerful shot, and the small white ball flew out with a whistling eye, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Hole-in-one!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Philip, you're getting better."

The man put down his club, took a sip of whiskey, and returned to his seat in comfort.

"Georgia, I've been playing golf for most of my day since I retired, and if you want to be as good as I am, leave the family business to the kids, and you'll find that life is much better than we thought."

"I don't have the guts of you. You know, my bastards either drink or play with women every day, and they are not business material at all, and if they take care of the company, I'm afraid it will be a week before they go bankrupt. ”

Georgia shrugged helplessly.

"Don't you still have a daughter, Jenny should be very business-minded, you can leave the company to her to take care of, it will definitely satisfy you."

"Jenny is good, but it's a pity that it's a girl, you know, girls have to get married after all, and I don't want to give away the property I've worked so hard for all my life to a kid who is not related by blood."

At this moment, a servant-like figure walked in unhurriedly.

He is the steward of the Philip family and has served for three generations, and he has the trust of the head of the family.

It's just that his face isn't very good right now.

"Master, something happened to Master Hans."

"What's the matter, did you cause some romantic debts outside again, and made the belly of a daughter's daughter bigger?"

For such things, old Philip has been common, and every time something like this happens, he has to wipe his son's ass.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this kid went to Hong Kong Island to attend some life science conference."

Old Philip patted his head and poured whiskey.

"Master Hans, he's dead."

The minion's voice was calm:

"He was killed by a warrior from Huaguo."

Philip's smile froze on his face, and the hand holding the glass slowly tightened.

Several people next to him picked up their clothes and left the golf course without a sound.

Old Philip fell silent, but no one could deny how strong this financial predator was in the business world.

As a business tycoon, sitting on billions of assets, Philip has a group of children under his knees, and there are no less than 20 children on the surface, not to mention how many romantic debts he has in private.

Hans was the youngest of them all, and Philip's favorite son.

It had been a long time since the old butler had seen such a look in his master's eyes.

Philip, an old man who climbed up from the slums, has a lot of bloodshed and intrigues hidden under his weather-beaten eyes, which ordinary people can't imagine.

"Sir—"

"Prepare the car, I'm going to meet the de salon, the old friend has been seen for a long time."

The servant bowed and withdrew.

At the same time, South Lake in Jiaxing, southern Zhejiang.

In the middle of winter, there are many winds and snows, especially at night when there is thunder and lightning, and the huge lake is reflected in the waves.

Strong winds, heavy snow, lightning, in the face of such bad weather, almost all citizens took refuge in their houses.

No one noticed that a small boat was bobbing and falling on the rough surface of the lake, and it seemed that it was about to capsize at any moment.

A man in a yellow robe stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking at the snowstorm and unmoved.

"Last night, it rained in the boat, how was the night full of wind and waves in the river?

Today, the test paper is lonely, and there are still many green mountains and green trees. ”

"Old Five, you're really wet."

In the midst of laughter, a burly man stepped on the waves, and stepped on a snow-white trail in the air.

"Hell, what do you think about meeting in such weather?!"

In the distance, a bamboo raft came at a rapid pace, and a man and a woman stood on it.

The man was thin and fast, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, while the woman was wearing a long skirt and said:

"Ghost weather, ghost place, is it necessary to be so secretive, how good it is to choose a five-star hotel, I can still take a rose bath when I am done."

"Don't complain, if it weren't for the urgency, we wouldn't have gathered everyone."

At this time, several more people arrived on the ship.

"What's so urgent?"

They are from all over the world, they are all grandmasters, real-life level masters, and each of them is a stomping and shocking figure.

Although their identities are very different, they have one thing in common, they are all disciples of Master Shao.

Shao Jinsong, the first guard of Jiang Kai-shek, the leader of the Kuomintang back then, was unfathomable in his cultivation, and he was already a master of the Xuanjing Realm more than half a century ago, and now he is so powerful that he can't imagine it.

But there is no doubt that Shao Jinsong is the number one martial arts master in Southeast Asia.

And the disciples he trained back then have already become a big man now.

Master Shao's twelve disciples gathered together tonight, a scene like this that had not been seen for many years.

"The boss can't come to the exercise task, and the third may be late."

"It's okay, let's get down to business, it's cold and deadly."

The thin man's face was full of displeasure.

"Little Thirteen is dead."

The yellow-robed man spoke first.

Over the years, everyone has called him the fifth child, but his real name has gradually been forgotten.

Zhao Qiang, this name is as ordinary as his looks.

"Was it the Grandmaster?"

The burly man asked with a frown.

His name is Wang Qiankun, and he was only a five or six-year-old child when he apprenticed, but now he has become a famous master of body refining. A hard work is at the peak, even if it is a hard armored car.

Zhao Qiang nodded and shook his head:

"Yes and not quite."

"What do you mean, Old Five? Can't explain it clearly? ”

The man in a suit dissatisfied.

His name is Lei Ting, and he has a very high status in Chinese high society. But few people know that he is a martial arts master and Shao Jinsong's protégé.

"Judging from the current situation, this person is not only a Xuanjing Grandmaster, but also a true magician."

"Martial Arts Double Cultivation!"

"Are you sure your intelligence is accurate?"

A man with brown hair and blue eyes asked. He was a half-blood, a water powerhouse, and the youngest of the twelve.

"Listen to me talk about Hawke, that's not all, because he's probably still a master of alchemy."

"My God, are you sure the information is correct? Martial arts master, real magician, body refiner, why don't you say that he is still a master of ability. ”

"I don't rule out the possibility of that."

"The more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes."

Zhao Qiang ignored everyone's questioning gaze:

"So, this time the opponent is very strong. As far as I know, Lu Xinglong and Long Xingang were both defeated in the hands of this person. ”

"Lu Xinglong's kind of goods are simply the scraps in the grandmaster. I really can't think of any grandmaster-level figure in the entire Huaxia who is weaker than him. ”

"According to eyewitnesses, his killing of the Dragon King on the land at that time was completely one-sided, and in all fairness, none of us are likely to be his opponents."

"The fifth can't even you?"

"Nope."

The man in the yellow robe did not hesitate in the slightest.

The crowd was skeptical:

"Your strength is the strongest among us, why can't even you sigh to yourself? That kid is really good? ”

"He's not your average grandmaster!"

"Even Huang Longshi, who is known as the first person on Hong Kong Island, and ancient Muay Thai master Kunshaka Dillon were defeated at his hands, so I am naturally not his opponent."

"No, Old Five, I remember that you defeated Huang Longshi ten years ago."

"Ten years ago, I was only slightly better, if Huang Longshi was alive, with my current strength, I might not be able to beat him. What's more, that Chu Yi didn't do his best when he fought against Huang Longshi. ”

"That kid is not yet twenty years old, how can he be so powerful!"

"Who knows if he is a figure at the pinnacle of martial arts?!"

Therefore, according to the old legend, a warrior or monk who has practiced to the extreme can rejuvenate and even maintain his face forever, but this is just a legend after all, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"So what now?"

"Although this person is powerful, if three of us join forces, we should be fifty percent sure of winning, and the five of us will definitely lose if we join forces with Chu Yi, if two more are added, he will die in ten lifetimes."

The crowd nodded.

"As long as he hasn't set foot in the royal realm, we can still kill him together."

"What's the matter, the third child, his face is so ugly."

"Oops!"

"What's wrong?!"

"The eighth child has already gone to find that kid, and he said that he wants to avenge the little thirteen with his own hands."