In the driver's seat of the big truck sat a man in his forties, with a scruffy beard and a shiny leather jacket. Next to him was a child wearing a yellow peaked cap, no more than ten years old.

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Shut up."

The child in the co-pilot shrank his neck and lowered his head to silence.

Between the rolling mountains of yellow and black, pale winding roads are intertwined. A half-used Dongfeng Tianlong truck struggles to weave through the mountains. This is the Sichuan-Tibet South Line, known as the winding mountain highway with 72 turns of the Nu River. Arguably one of the toughest stretches in the country, the road passes through the Yela Mountains to the Nu River Grand Canyon, right next to the China-Myanmar border.

The man held the steering wheel in one hand and the phone in the other, and in Mandarin mixed with half-baked Burmese, he was vehemently arguing something on the other side of the phone.

The saliva was flying, the truck turned around the corner dangerously, and the gravel fell down the cliff in a sparse manner, making people shudder.

It took a long time for the man to hang up the phone and throw it on the bloodstained satchel on the side. The zipper of the satchel was mostly open, and inside were a whole stack of banknotes, as well as a few gold bricks and two bottles of drinking water.

He glanced at his son: "Hungry? ”

"Not hungry."

"Peeing?"

The child shook his head.

The man stopped talking, and the truck made its way through the treacherous road.

He raised his eyelids, and at the end of the mountain road in front of him, like a big python, stood a tall, thin man wearing a blue scarf, holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand.

The sound of the truck engine was gentle, but the man's grip on the steering wheel grew tighter and tighter.

"Son." He cried out, "Close your eyes, I won't tell you to open your eyes, do you hear?" ”

"Hmm."

At the same time as the child closed his eyes, the man stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the pointer of the dashboard turned sharply, and the pointer touched the bottom. In such a complex and dangerous terrain, there is no difference between a man's act of stepping on the gas pedal and committing suicide.

The 12-ton Dongfeng Tianlong burst out of a thrilling huge inertia, and was about to rush off the cliff, but the tires of the heavy truck actually rubbed against the road ground to create a spark, and the whole truck seemed to be sucked on the steep mountain road, while rubbing violently with the road, it was speeding between the seventy-two turns with acceleration!

In Mars all over the ground, the heavy truck faded color, threw off parts, changed the structure, only a few seconds of effort, a metal pouring, three-headed and six-armed steel giant was reborn from the heavy truck, it held high Changge, short Shuo and other primitive weapons, like a hill soared into the air, smashed at the end of the road wearing a blue scarf.

Legacy: The Spirit of the Mighty Warrior.

"The Great Wilderness of the West": "In the great wilderness, there is a mountain name called "Fierce Thunder", and the sun and the moon enter. ”

In the cab, the man exhaled heavily and placed his large, calloused hand on his son's head. If the child opens his eyes at this moment, he will see his father covered in a bright color like iron ore. It looks like a stone sculpture exposed to the wind and sun.

Blue Bib reloaded his pistol as he looked up and fired.

The sound of the bullet coming out of the chamber was not the sound of gunpowder exploding, but a crisp sound, like the sound of gold and stone colliding.

The 7.62mm pistol bullet pierced the Iron Giant's skull, white ripples spreading horizontally across the mountains. A violent explosion followed.

Long.

In the wreckage and smoke, the man hugged his unconscious son, and when he looked up, the hot muzzle of the gun was already against his forehead.

Blue Neck stared at the man and asked, "Mirage?" Hideous? ”

The man squinted, and blood from the corners of his eyes and ears trickled to the ground. He took a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but still grinned, "You guys are so good." ”

Lan Bi didn't say anything more, and directly pulled the trigger.

The sound of gold and stone striking resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Who brought me here, brought here, brought here~"

The phone rang with a roar,

Blue Biggle carried the unconscious child with one hand, and connected the phone with the other hand and put it to his mouth: "Hey? Arrogant boss? ”

"Go back to Beijing immediately and participate in the Yan Zhao meeting."

"Didn't you open it once two months ago? And I didn't go last time, so I'm busy. ”

"All the agents are going to be there this time, all of them."

The pride deliberately repeated.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Qin An is dead."

Lan Bi's pupils shrank, and the phone fell to the ground without holding it, which shows the impact of this incident on him.

The voice of the arrogant insect still came from the mobile phone on the ground: "Not only the master, but also many people have died. There will be a big change in the personnel of the Yan Zhao Society, and a large group of newcomers will come in, and the position of the old man will also be mentioned. You have been in Yunnan for four or five years, and the old man has always been very optimistic about you, and this time he asked you to come back......"

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Li Yan walked down the attic with his muscles and bones, still thinking about the exciting news of the death of the master.

Qin An, the lord of the city, is one of the two new Ten Lords two years ago, but his prestige has been slowly accumulated over decades.

The four lords of Yu, Scale, Jie, and Lu are all old acquaintances with each other, and the youngest of the four lords is the youngest, he is the most erratic of all the ten masters, but in the nine fruits of Tian Jiazi, there are also a large number of people who support him. Its scale cannot be compared with the other ten main organizations, but it is also not to be underestimated, and in the entire Yan Zhao Society, there is also a considerable scale.

But two days ago, the lord had died in a very dangerous fruit, along with forty or so substitutes.

In fact, the mortality rate of the surrogate is not high, and usually not a single surrogate dies in a year. The severity of this incident is almost second only to the decisive battle with Sifan two years ago.

Qin An's death, coupled with the two-year vacancy of the Mao master, Cao Yuanchao was dormant, and the authority of the two lords of the gods was divided by everyone. Of the ten masters who were still active in the entire Yan Zhao Society, there were only five people left, and a large number of agents were vacant......

Thinking about this, Li Yan suddenly turned his gaze to the table in his hall.

"Thank you, thank you."

The fat man with a greasy smile took a bowl of rice porridge from Danniang's hand, looked up at Li Yan and smiled: "Why is it so long?" You finished the event half an hour ago. ”

Li Yan looked at Danniang, and Danniang glanced at the fat man: "He said that it was your savior, so I let him in, and he came for about ten minutes." Is he lying to me? ”

"No, no, he is indeed my savior."

The fat man gave Li Yan a thumbs up.

Li Yan went downstairs and was just about to open his mouth, suddenly, there was a stirring in his sleeve, and a four-clawed crocodile covered in red flew out, and the hall was full of strange fragrances, and the Pig Po Dragon King turned into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old red-clothed young man with red lips and white teeth, he laughed and opened his mouth to sing:

The turtle blows the sheng, the turtle fires the cannon, and the hairy crab leads the horse to walk sideways.

The snake beats the gong, the eel beats the drum, and the water chicken carries the sedan chair.

The octopus plays the piano and pulls the horse, and the spider sings chaotically.

Firefly touched the lamp to illuminate the road, and Tian Mi raised the flag and shouted hard work.

The clams dance on tiptoe. Shrimp crickets are strangled on the belly.

Tianwuwu, the rain, the Sea Dragon Palace, the begging for compensation.

If you ask which one is the dragon king? Yang Zichu in the Water Monarch Palace!

The Dragon King of the Pig Po was overjoyed, it swallowed the soul water, not only refined into a human body, but also soared to the point of two thousand five hundred years (the peak of the Eight Extremes),

As soon as he finished speaking, three eyes fell on him.

Li Yan stared at the Pig Po Dragon King without saying a word. No, he should be called Yang Zichu now.

"Well, I didn't mean that. I'm not saying I'm the water king......"

Li Yan waved his hand to open the entrance of the Water Monarch Palace: "Go in." ”

"Huh."

Seeing that Li Yan was not angry, the Dragon King of the Pig Po responded beautifully, and rushed into the Water Monarch Palace with his body rolled, and said proudly in his heart: "That's what I said, but the Lord of the Suppression does not enter the Water Monarch Palace, the Water Monarch Palace, which is a river wide, is not it that I Yang Zichu has the final say......

He planted himself in the Water Monarch Palace with the body of a dragon, and collided head-on with a large area of bronze and green scale piranha.

The huge dragon head poked out from the Water Monarch Palace, and the Pig Po Dragon King stammered: "Big big ......big

"Get in."

Li Yan glared at him.

"Me." Three eyes came at the same time.

The Pig Po Dragon King swallowed his saliva, and turned around and entered the Water Monarch Palace with a miserable face.