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

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

It's also a bit of skill.

Zhao Yu decorates these people because Zhao Yu is no longer a mortal. He can grasp the breath and lead the soul of thousands of miles. The Luoshen Garden is clearly special workers. In the huge Luoyang City, they are full of eyeliners, and once those foreigners attract their attention, they will never escape tracking.

However, Zhao Yu was still a little curious. Since there were betrayers from China participating, they would not have thought of these. And foreigners would not have thought of them.

Or... Zhao Yu looked at the woods again and saw a black shadow walking out carefully and approaching the manor - maybe the old white man was not in the surveillance before, until the special worker who came with the man holding Liu Tianxian hostage discovered it...

This may explain it.

In this world, there are always some accidental events that can play a key role in anyone's plan.

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

The old Taoist priest of Yunshui Pavilion believes that Zhao Yu is an old monster who has cultivated martial arts to a complete transformation and has achieved the unity of man and nature. However, Zhao Yu has already passed this stage.

The unity of man and nature, integrating one's own aura with the surrounding environment, hiding one's own aura, or urging some forces between heaven and earth to bless the attack, is invincible. But Zhao Yu has long gone beyond this category.

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

He and this special worker were almost in two different spaces. Of course, this was a little exaggerated. There were some wonderful spatial fluctuations in the middle, which made Zhao Yu separate from the material world to a certain extent.

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

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

He walked slowly over.

...

Spacious hall with dim lights.

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

The old white man sat on the side with his back facing the door, and there were only three people sitting opposite him. One of them was in the dim light and could not see his face clearly. On the left and right sides of this man were two middle-aged Han people with almost the same face, clearly twins, and master-level twins.

The number of people behind the white old man has reached more than 30. These people are black, white, brown, and even yellow people. They are all silent and strong.

Some are empty-handed and some are armed with guns. But the worst one is also a martial arts master who has just entered the realm of internal strength.

There were also two stern characters on the rattan chairs on both sides of the white old man. A thin black man with a beard almost covered his face.

Speaking of which, it may be because of the relationship between races and the differences in civilizations that the martial arts system of China has not bloomed the most brilliant flowers in Western countries. Martial arts are widely circulated and cannot be blocked in such an era. The martial arts system is fully circulated all over the world, about two hundred years ago, that is, in the middle and late Ming Empire, when the world began to communicate with the world in full swing. But to this day, there are very few orthodox martial arts masters in Western countries.

Western races have been able to strengthen the external divine power stage in martial arts practice, but most of them are stuck on the threshold of internal divine power, not to mention the master who has accumulated energy and seen the gods.

Perhaps it is because the level of the Grandmaster has involved mysterious things, which are completely linked to the roots of civilization in China since ancient times. It is difficult for them to understand.

Moreover, it is not like the Han people's physique was weaker than Westerners before history. After history changed, the Han people's physical fitness was stronger than Westerners because of the popularization of the martial arts system for nearly two thousand years and the experience of not being suppressed and castrated by the barbarians.

Since the opening of the martial arts event to the whole world in the middle and late periods of the Ming Empire, the martial arts event has been strengthened externally, the internally strong spiritual power, and the internally strong spiritual courage, and the energy has been hidden to see the spirit. In these three stages of competition at the event, no Westerners have been able to enter the top ten.

There are many martial arts events, but they don’t even have the first 100. At the grandmaster level competition, fifty years ago, they couldn’t even produce a single contestant.

Therefore, it is a rare thing to appear here with two foreigners with a sharp aura that is comparable to a master. Because until now, there are still very few masters with famous names in Western countries. The hidden or not, whether there are ten hidden or not is unknown.

Why is China so strong? You can see from this.

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

Of course, the situation here also indirectly shows the importance Western countries attach to this "big event".

"I look familiar to this little girl." The man raised his head and showed a pretty young face, about thirty years old, with deep eyes and a faint smile that was very charming for adult male: "Is it a gift you gave me?"

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

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

He stretched out his finger and slowly swept over: "That's no conditions."

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

"Haha..." Mr. Zhang laughed and shook his finger: "I don't have that free time. Anderson, listen. What you want is in an extremely secret place. I thought their handover would be done outside, but I miscalculated it. If they were handover inside, we would not have any chance under the army's escort."

"Then what you mean..."

"Take it in advance." Mr. Zhang said: "While their eyes were still at the martial arts event and the Luoyang flower event, I would catch him off guard. Take what you want, I want mine, and get what you need, how about?"

The old white man Anderson laughed: "Thanks to Mr. Zhang for the exact news, but is Mr. Zhang treating us as cannon fodder?"

"So," Mr. Zhang said without hesitation: "I do need you to pull away the defensive power there, but Anderson, you have to do it. Because if you don't do it, there will be no chance. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to think about it, and after a quarter of an hour I turn around and leave."

Anderson fell into silence.
Chapter completed!