Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

The strange scene in the small restaurant attracted everyone's attention, and people started to talk about it.

"Those people are the same as the old man. Are they a team to do performance art?"

"How ignorant, this is not performance art at all, I think those people should be the old man's bodyguards."

"So many bodyguards? Could this old man be a big boss?"

"Nonsense, looking at that temperament, can he be an ordinary person? Maybe the big boss is visiting incognito, let's shut up and stop talking nonsense."

As they talked, everyone agreed with this point of view, looking at the old man with awe and curiosity.

The old man still had a blank expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.

He ate all the dishes slowly and methodically, drank the last drop of wine, and then paid the bill and left.

Just like when he came, his steps were firm and calm, and he soon disappeared at the end of the village.

Less than two minutes after the old man left, the strange guests in the restaurant also left one after another, going in the same direction as the old man.

The road outside the village is flat and wide, and many tourist buses travel here every day. The old man walks on the road with his head held high, looking at the distant horizon, seemingly unaware of the followers behind him.

The more than 20 people followed behind him in twos and threes, keeping a distance of more than 100 meters from the old man, and even maintaining the same speed.

After walking for half an hour, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and there were continuous mountains and vast farmlands around them.

Occasionally, a passing bus whizzed past them, and all the tourists on the bus found something unusual.

There is usually only one kind of people walking on remote rural roads, the locals.

Tourists from other places usually take a group bus, and even if they are self-driving, they at least ride a bicycle. There are very few walking tours.

Even hiking tourists will carry a backpack and a bunch of luggage, but this group of strange people don’t have backpacks, and from their attire, they don’t look like locals.

The old man and the people who followed him seemed out of place with the surrounding mountains and rivers, like uninvited guests who rashly broke into a landscape painting!

Suddenly, the old man stopped, and the people behind him also stopped.

The atmosphere became very subtle. The old man turned his head and looked around, then walked off the road and onto a muddy path.

There were vast farmlands on both sides of the muddy path, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The old man suddenly quickened his pace and walked briskly.

The crowd behind him saw it and no longer cared about hiding, and took big steps to chase him.

In this way, the two groups of people, one in front and one behind, started chasing on the muddy road, and soon passed through the farmland and entered a dense forest.

When the group behind entered the woods, they lost the trace of the old man.

One of them immediately said: "Captain, the old guy is gone, is he hiding?"

A leading man frowned, looked around, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Search separately, don't let him run away!"

At this time, the voice of the old man was heard not far away.

"I'm not hiding."

When everyone heard it, they hurriedly chased in the direction where the voice came from.

To their surprise, they walked more than a thousand meters deep into the woods before they saw the old man. His voice sounded close at hand, but they didn't expect him to be one kilometer away!

The old man turned his back to them, looked up at a big tree, and said slowly.

"Are you from the Wang family?"

The leading man waved his hand, and the crowd immediately spread out into a fan-shaped encirclement. Everyone drew their weapons and stood ready.

"Second Master, since you know, then follow us back obediently."

"Since you are old, it's better not to let us do it."

The group of people did not deny that they were really from the Wang family!

The Wang family has always acted in secret, and it is extremely rare for them to go out in such a grand manner as today.

And they sent out more than 20 people at a time, which shows that they attach great importance to this old man.

The old man snorted contemptuously.

"I'm over a hundred years old, and you twenty or so people don't dare to take action? You can only talk nonsense."

"When did the Wang family become so useless!"

Faced with his provocation, the Wang family was not angry, because they were just a group of emotionless tools.

The leader stepped forward and said calmly.

"Second Master, you are a well-known figure. For your reputation, don't force us to use force. That would be very ugly."

As he said, he swung his hand and shot out a cold light.

The cold light passed by the old man and sank into the trunk of the tree.

It was a flying knife, and the whole blade was inserted into the trunk. The wrist strength of the person who shot it was extraordinary, a master!

Faced with the other party's demonstration, the old man didn't even blink, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, smiling.

"No wonder you didn't dare to do it. It turns out that the Wang family changed their careers and became a troupe of performers in the rivers and lakes."

"Speaking of the troupe, I am your predecessor!"

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the tree trunk.

The tree trunk that one person hugged trembled violently, and the flying knife was shaken out!

Everyone saw it, and their faces all changed.

The palm power displayed by the old man was obviously much more advanced than the flying knife skill of 100 steps through the willow!

The leader showed a look of admiration and nodded slightly.

"As expected of a senior in the opera world, he really has real skills!"

"Second Master, are you really going to fight us?"

The old man did not answer, but made a gesture, let the horses come!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the leading man, and he waved his right hand.

"In this case, then everyone, play with the second master!"

With an order, three people immediately attacked at the same time.

Three short knives stabbed from different directions. Judging from the strength and speed of the attack, they were all masters!

The old man did not turn his head, still facing them, and snorted softly.

"Is this all you can do?"

In a flash, the short knife had stabbed him in the back.

But the next second, everyone opened their eyes wide.

The old man twisted his waist slightly and made an incredible move, as if he had no bones in his body.

All three short knives brushed past the corners of his clothes, and in a millimeter, all the attacks missed!

Then, the old man bent down and raised his hand, attacking with an extremely elegant posture.

At this moment, people had a strange feeling that this posture was not like martial arts at all, but dancing.

The palm drew an arc in the air, passing through the wrists of the three people.

With three crisp bone fracture sounds, the three people screamed at the same time, and the short knives fell out of their hands.

The old man grabbed the three short knives in his hand.

Then, three knife lights flashed.

In the reflection of the sun, a touch of blood was sprinkled in the air.

Brilliant and deadly!