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On December 5, 2050, the northern suburbs of Guangzhou City, China.

At this time, Guangzhou City has entered a cold winter. Although such a cold winter can only be considered a warm spring for those in the north who are used to heavy winds and snowstorms, this is the south. Therefore, for the southerners who have lived here for generations, the cold winter at this time is the real cold winter.

Although there was no snow or something in Guangzhou at this time, the cold wind like a knife made people's faces crack. Pedestrians on the road tried to lower their heads to reduce their faces. They were destroyed by the cold wind and cursed secretly: "This damn weather, I don't know when it will last!"

After saying that, he accelerated his pace again, unwilling to stay in the cold wind for a moment, hoping to find a shelter. Even the woman who likes shopping on weekdays lost interest in all kinds of items around him. The men, women, young and old who set up stalls did not shout as active as the weather was warm, but just shrank her neck. One or two customers came up and stretched their necks to take care of one or two.

Of course, there are only a few stalls and pedestrians on the road at this time. Perhaps, everyone knows that this is a strong windy weather, and pedestrians can't get up as soon as they sleep. The stall owner also realized this characteristic of pedestrians and simply set off a vacation for himself.

However, when the pedestrians on the roadside lowered their heads and when the stall owner shrank his neck, a man nearly two meters tall appeared in the middle of the huge street.

The man looked plain, his face was tense, and he couldn't help but exuded a momentum, which was not very attractive. However, the man attracted the eyes of his pedestrians and stall owners who had accidentally looked at him.

The reason was all because of the shock caused by the man's clothes to the pedestrians and stall owners. Seeing the man's pedestrians and stall owners, the pedestrians stopped walking, stood blankly, letting the cold wind rag on their own, and temporarily stopped running. The stall owners tried hard to stretch their necks for the longest, and then, like a duck stretching their necks, fixed them there, opened their mouths, and looked at the man walking in the middle of the road with an incredible look on their faces.

At this time, the pedestrians and stall owners temporarily forgot the cold and the cold wind. A question was circling in their minds: "Isn't this December? How is this possible!"

The reason why the man's appearance brought such great shock to the people present was entirely because the man was wearing a light gray vest, a tight light gray vest, and a pair of black tight pants. This was how the man was wearing.

The man is not thin or obese, he is just moderately strong. His tight clothes reveal the man's muscles. As the man walks, the muscles everywhere in the man's body are also coordinated and coordinated, giving people an extremely beautiful and harmonious feeling. Although the man at this time is not taking a cat step, he gives people the feeling that it is better than a cat step. It is really admirable to walk so well!

The man walking in the middle of the road didn't even look at all the gazes around him, as if these people were not in his sight. The man's pace gave people a slow and rhythmic feeling. However, when passers-by realized, the man had already walked away.

After the man left, the stall owner and the pedestrian couldn't help but tremble. Some of the tremblings came from exposing themselves to the cold wind for too long, while others came from the killing intentions emitted by the man. Yes, although the man looked plain and had another momentum in his face, when the man walked past the pedestrian and the owner, a cold air gushed out of his body, a murderous aura gushed out of his body!

After the pedestrian and the stall owner trembled, their minds also returned to the clarity. They couldn't help but look behind them. However, when they turned their heads and looked back at each other, the man had already disappeared without a trace.

The stall owner and the pedestrian turned around with confusion, pulled their clothes tighter, lowered their heads, and shrank their necks. Then, everything returned to normal, and the cold wind blew up bitterly, as if they were telling the pedestrians and the stall owner: "This is the cold winter, this is the real cold winter!"

The scene switched to the man, and followed the man, and saw the man walking across the street and heading towards the suburbs. The suburbs here are not as backward as those of ordinary cities. There are many villas scattered in the suburbs here. These are places for living for powerful people, but the man's purpose is villas in the suburbs.

I saw the man walking into the most luxurious villa in the suburbs!

On the second floor of the most luxurious villa, a strong man in his forties or fifties was lying comfortably on a chair covered with mink. The strong man was wearing very few clothes, and the strong man's face was extremely rosy, as if the cold weather outside had nothing to do with him.

The strong man lying on the mink chair was half-squinted and receiving massages from six beautiful women around him. The six women, by their appearance, walked on the street, had a return rate of more than 99%. Even women could not help but look back at them. However, the six beautiful women at this time were massagesing the strong man on the mink chair here, and their eyes were full of servitude.

Just as the strong man was squinting his eyes, humming a tune, and enjoying the massage from six beautiful women, facing his door slowly opened. In the middle of the door, there was a man standing coldly at the strong man on the mink chair. This man was the man who had walked towards the villa before.

The strong man who was about to fall asleep was shocked when he saw this man appearing in front of him. He suddenly woke up, sat up, and touched his right hand under the mink chair. Just as the door opened, six beautiful women also tactfully lowered their heads and retreated to the room beside him.

"Who are you? How come you show up here?"

The strong man just put his right hand under the mink, and then calmly asked the man in the middle of the door.

"You should know the Three Pure Taoist Temple on Mount Wutai?"

The man in the center of the door seemed unwilling to do it first and asked indifferently.

When the strong man heard the man in the middle of the door talk about the Sanqing Taoist Temple in Wutai Mountain, his pupils suddenly shook, and his heart was shocked. He slowly accumulated force in his right hand, but his face was pretending to be relaxed, and he smiled indifferently, saying, "Did this brother recognize the wrong person? What about Wutai Mountain, Sanqing Taoist Temple, what does it have to do with me, a gangster in Guangzhou?"

"I advise you not to take out the pistol under the mink. I honestly tell you, I will give you a better way to die!"

The man in the center of the door still looked extremely cold, as if he was full of evidence, and said lightly.

"Hmph...go to die!"

The strong man saw that his conspiracy was discovered, and he did not hesitate. His right hand moved rapidly and took out the pistol under the mink. He faced the man in the middle of the door. He believed that no one could be faster than a bullet!

However, just as the strong man raised his pistol and looked at the man in the middle of the door, he was surprised to find that the man who had been standing in the middle of the door had already appeared in front of him. Before he could pull the trigger, the man had already snatched the gun from his hand. Then, in the stupid situation, the man twisted the gun that he had snatched from the strong man. It was originally made of steel. At this time, in the man's hand, it was like plasticine, and it was distorted!

The man threw away the deformed pistol that could no longer be deformed, and said calmly, "I told you not to use a pistol."

The tone was filled with disdain.

The strong man swallowed a few saliva hard, tried his best to calm his fear, and said, "Brother, I don't know... what's the price?"

The powerful power displayed by the man undoubtedly made the originally calm and healthy man completely lose confidence and said dejectedly.

"Wutai Mountain, Sanqing Taoist Temple, that old Taoist, you set fire to death, right?"

The man looked at the desolate and strong man indifferently and shouted, and a slight fluctuation appeared in his tone!

When the man heard the man talk about Mount Wutai again, the man's expression changed and he begged for mercy and said, "Brother, let me go, let me go! They are all Liu Qiu's beast. He said there are treasures in the temple. We didn't want to burn the temple, but the old Taoist had some skills in punching and kicking, so we couldn't rob it. Liu Qiu's damn beast came up with such a plan. Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go, let me go!"

The strong man at this time seemed to have become a different person, kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy at the man, and slapping himself in the face.

When the strong man said this, a feeling of grief and anger flowed out from the man's heart. Two tears flowed out from the corner of the man's eyes, but soon, it was evaporated and dried again.

"What did he leave behind?"

At this moment, the tone of the man who had always been indifferent finally started to stir up a little.

The strong man stopped slapping himself, turned his eyes and said, "After the Taoist temple was burned, everything turned into ashes, but this small tripod was left behind, and it did not melt!"

The strong man said, then stood up, took out a bronze tripod the size of a thumb on the bookshelf behind him, and respectfully handed it to the man.

The man took the bronze tripod, looked at it, put it respectfully in his arms, and then looked at the strong man and said, "Just this, is there nothing else?"

The strong man's head shook like a wave drum, and then three words burst out from his mouth: "No more!"

"Then, you can die!"

The momentum in the man suddenly changed, and then, with a swing of his right hand, a bullet flew out of the man's hand, and shot towards the strong man's throat at a speed faster than the bullets fired from the gun.

"puff……"

With a faint sound, the bullet passed through the strong man's throat and was embedded on the wall behind the strong man.

The strong man widened his eyes and died with his eyes open. He didn't know who the man in front of him was who had such great ability!
Chapter completed!