Chapter Sixty-Nine A Moment

Behind Zhao Yu, a dark vehicle without any sound stopped like a ghost shadow in a small forest.

Zhao Yu took a look and knew that it was the person who came from Luoshen Garden.

He has some skills.

Zhao Yu attached these people because Zhao Yu was no longer a mortal. Can catch the breath and search for the soul from thousands of miles away. And those who were decorated in Luoshen Garden were clearly special workers. In the huge city of Luoyang, they have spies everywhere, and once those foreigners attract their attention, they will never escape tracking.

But Zhao Yu was still a little curious. Since there are betrayers from within China involved, they would not have thought of this. And it is impossible for foreigners not to think of it.

Or... Zhao Yu glanced at the grove again and saw a black figure walking out cautiously and approaching the manor - maybe the old white man was not under surveillance before, until the man wearing a mask holding Liu Tianxian hostage After the special workers came to find out...

This may explain it.

In this world, there are always some accidental events that happen. They are not in anyone's plan, but they can play a key role.

Zhao Yu almost walked into the manor from the side of this special worker, but that person could not find Zhao Yu.

The old Taoist priests at Yunshui Pavilion believed that Zhao Yu was an old monster who had practiced martial arts to the point of being completely transformed and reached the state of unity between man and nature. However, Zhao Yu has already passed this stage.

The unity of heaven and man, integrating one's own Qi with the surrounding environment, hiding one's own aura, or raising hands and feet to induce some forces between heaven and earth to support the attack, are all invincible. But Zhao Yu has already exceeded this category.

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

He and this special worker are almost in two different spaces. Of course, this is a slight exaggeration. It's just that there are some wonderful spatial fluctuations in the middle, which isolates Zhao Yu from the material world to a certain extent.

Walking into the manor, it was dark and silent.

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

He walked over slowly.

...

Spacious hall, dimly lit.

Similar to a leaders' meeting, there is a coffee table surrounded by wicker chairs.

The old white man sat on the side facing away from the door, and there were only three people sitting on the opposite side of him. One of them had a face that could not be seen clearly in the dim light. On the left and right sides of this man were two middle-aged Han men with almost identical faces. They were clearly twins, and they were master-level twins.

To the left, right and behind the old white man, there were more than thirty people. These people are black, white, brown, and even yellow. Everyone is silent, everyone is tough.

There are those who are quick and easy with their bare hands, and there are those who are playing with guns and are fully armed. But the worst ones are also martial arts masters who have just entered the realm of inner strength.

On the wicker chairs on both sides of the old white man, there were also two figures with a strong aura. A lanky black man. A strong white man with a beard that almost covered his face.

Perhaps it is because of race, or perhaps because of different civilizations, that China’s martial arts system has not bloomed its brightest flowers in Western countries. Martial arts spread widely and cannot be blocked in such an era. The martial arts system spread all over the world probably two hundred years ago, that is, in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, when comprehensive exchanges with the world began. But so far, there are very few orthodox martial arts masters in Western countries.

For people of the Western race, the stage of martial arts training in which they can develop supernatural powers is relatively smooth. But the vast majority of them are stuck on the threshold of inner strength and bravery. Not to mention the master who uses energy to see the gods.

Perhaps it is because the level of Grandmaster already involves mysterious and mysterious things, which are completely linked to the roots of Chinese civilization since ancient times. They are incomprehensible.

And unlike before historical changes, the Han people's physical constitution was weaker than that of Westerners. After historical changes, the Han people's nearly two thousand years of widespread martial arts system and the experience of not being oppressed and castrated by the barbarians made the average physical constitution of the Han people stronger than that of the Westerners. race.

Ever since the martial arts event was opened to the world in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, no Westerner has ever been able to make it into the top ten in these three stages of competition.

There were many martial arts competitions, but they were not even among the top 100. As for 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 for two foreigners with auras as fierce as those of a master to appear here. Because until now, there are still very few famous masters in Western countries. Whether they are hidden or not, whether there are ten in total is unknown.

Why China is so strong can be seen from here.

If it were not for the deterrent of strategic weapons such as nuclear eggs, would there still be room for Western countries to survive in this world?

Of course, the situation here also indirectly illustrates the importance that Western countries attach to this 'big event'.

"This little girl looks familiar to me." The man raised his head, revealing a fairly young face, about thirty years old, with deep eyes and a faint smile that was very charming for an adult male: "Could it be that you gave it to me? Gift?"

"Mr. Zhang was joking." The old white man smiled and said, "Let's talk about business."

The person named Zhang just teased and nodded: "My conditions are very simple."

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

The smile on the old white man's face stopped suddenly, and his voice became a little heavier: "Mr. Zhang, are you here to entertain me?"

"Haha..." Mr. Zhang laughed loudly and shook his finger: "I don't have that free time. Anderson, listen. What you want is in an extremely private place. I originally thought that their handover would be done outside. But I miscalculated. If they complete the handover inside, under military escort, we have no chance."

"What do you mean..."

"Take action in advance." Mr. Zhang said: "While their eyes are still on the martial arts festival and Luoyang Flower Festival, I want to catch him off guard. You take what you want, I take mine, each takes what he needs. ,how?"

The old white man Anderson laughed: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for giving me the exact information, but does Mr. Zhang want to use us as cannon fodder?"

"You can say that." Mr. Zhang said without hesitation: "I do need you to divert the defensive forces there, but Anderson, you have to do it. Because if you don't do it, there will be no chance. I will give you a quarter of an hour to think about it. After the bell, I turned around and left.”

Anderson fell silent.

Mr. Zhang placed an old-style clock on the coffee table and looked at it intently. In the silence, only the faint sound of the clock hands could be heard.