And behind Zhao Yu, a pitch-black vehicle without any sound, like a ghost shadow, parked in a small forest.

Zhao Yu glanced at it and knew that it was the person who came up from Luoshen Garden.

It's kind of a bit of a skill.

Zhao Yu embellished these people because Zhao Yu was no longer a mortal. Can grasp the breath, thousands of miles to the soul. And the ones embellished with Roselle Garden are clearly special workers. In the huge city of Luoyang, they are all over the eyeliner, and those foreigners, once they get their attention, it will be difficult to escape tracking.

However, Zhao Yu was still a little curious. Since there are sellers within Huaguo, these will not be unexpected. And it is impossible for foreigners to be unexpected.

Or... Zhao Yu glanced at the grove again, and saw a black shadow cautiously walking out and approaching the manor—maybe the old white man wasn't under surveillance before, until this special worker who came with Liu Tianxian was found out...

This may make sense.

In this world, there are always some fortuitous events, which are not in anyone's plans, but can play some key roles.

Zhao Yu almost walked into the manor from the side of this special worker, but that person couldn't find Zhao Yu.

The old Taoist priest of Yunshui Pavilion thought that Zhao Yu was an old monster who had cultivated martial arts to the point of being reborn and reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man. However, Zhao Yu has already passed this stage.

The unity of heaven and man, integrating one's qi with the surrounding environment, hiding one's own breath, or making a gesture to attract some power between heaven and earth to bless and attack, is invincible. But Zhao Yu has long gone beyond that.

Although it is still difficult for Zhao Yu to shuttle through the real space, it is no longer difficult to stir up the fluctuations of the space and hide himself in it.

He and this special worker are almost in two different dimensions. Of course, this is a slight exaggeration. It's just that there are some wonderful spatial fluctuations in the middle, which makes Zhao Yu form a certain degree of isolation from the material world.

Walking into the manor, it was pitch black and silent.

But the breath of those people is like a kilowatt light bulb in the dark night, which is so eye-catching in Zhao Yu's eyes.

He walked slowly.

...

Spacious hall with dimly lit lights.

Similar to a leader's meeting, there is a coffee table surrounded by rattan chairs.

The old white man sat on the side with his back to the gate, and on the opposite side sat only three people. One of them was in the dim light, unable to see his face clearly. On the left and right sides of this person, there are two middle-aged Han people who look almost the same face, clearly twins, and they are grandmaster-level twins.

The number of people on the left, right, and behind the white old man has reached more than 30 people. These people are black, white, brown, and even yellow. All of them are silent, and everyone is fierce.

There are those who are empty-handed, and there are those who are playing with guns and are armed. But the worst is also a martial arts master who has just entered the realm of inner strength.

On the wicker chairs on either side of the white old man, there are also two figures with a chilling atmosphere. A black man with a lanky build. A strong white man with a beard that almost obscured his face.

Speaking of which, perhaps because of the relationship between races, or because of the differences in civilizations, the martial arts system of China has not bloomed the most brilliant flowers in Western countries. The martial arts are widely spread, and it cannot be blocked in such an era. The martial arts system spread all over the world, probably two hundred years ago, that is, when the middle and late Ming Empire began to fully communicate with the world. But so far, orthodox martial arts masters in Western countries are very rare.

For the Western race, the stage of external strength in martial arts cultivation is quite smooth. But the vast majority are stuck on the threshold of inner strength. Not to mention the grandmaster who has the qi to see the gods.

Perhaps it is because the level of the grandmaster has involved mysterious and mysterious things, which are completely linked to the roots of civilization in China since ancient times. They are incomprehensible.

And it is not like before the historical change, the Han people's physique was weaker than that of the Westerners, after the change of history, the Han people because of the widespread spread of the martial arts system for nearly 2,000 years, as well as the experience of not being suppressed and emasculated by the barbarians, made the average physique of the Han people stronger than that of the Western race.

Since the middle and late Ming Empire, the martial arts event has been open to the world, and the three stages of the competition at the grand event, none of the Westerners have ever been able to enter the top ten.

There are many martial arts events, and even the top 100 don't have their share. And in the grandmaster-level competition at the grand event, fifty years ago, they couldn't even come up with a single player.

Therefore, it is a rare thing that there are two foreigners here with a chilling aura comparable to that of a grandmaster. Because until now, there are still very few grandmasters in Western countries with names and surnames. What is hidden is not hidden, and it is unknown whether there are ten or not.

Why Huaguo is so strong can be seen from here.

If it weren't for the deterrence of strategic weapons such as nuclear eggs, where would there be room for Western countries to survive in this world?

Of course, the situation here also indirectly shows that Western countries attach great importance to this 'major event'.

"I know this little girl a little well. The man raised his head, revealing a fairly young face, about thirty years old, with deep eyes and a faint smile that was very attractive to a grown man: "Could it be a gift from you to me?"

Mr. Zhang laughed. The old white man smiled, "Let's get down to business." ”

This character surnamed Zhang only teased and nodded: "My conditions are very simple. ”

He stretched out his finger and slowly swept it: "That is, there are no conditions." ”

The smile on the white man's face stopped abruptly, and his voice was a little heavier: "Mr. Zhang is here to entertain me?"

"Haha..."Mr. Zhang laughed and shook his fingers: "I don't have that spare time." Anderson, listen. What you want, in a very secret place. I thought their handover would take place outside, but I miscalculated. If they are handed over inside, under the escort of the army, we will not have the slightest chance. ”

"What do you mean..."

"Start early. Mr. Zhang said: "While their eyes are still on the martial arts festival and the sun flower festival, I will catch him off guard." How about you take what you want, and I want mine, and every man what he needs?"

Anderson, the old white man, laughed: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for the exact news you gave me, but is Mr. Zhang trying to use us as cannon fodder?"

"So to speak. Mr. Zhang did not mince words: "I do need you to divert the defense there, but Anderson, you have to." Because if you don't do it, you don't have the slightest chance. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to think about it, and after a quarter of an hour I'll turn around and leave. ”

Anderson fell silent.

Mr. Zhang placed an old-fashioned clock on the coffee table and looked at it steadily. In the silence, there was only the faint sound of the hands of the clock.