America, Chinatown.

A middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and a mask on his face walked into an antique shop called "Ancient Mourning Hall".

The store is deserted and completely in sharp contrast with the crowded streets. On the counter, a young white woman in casual clothes and another young Chinese woman in work uniform were talking about gossip, without noticing that the young man was slowly walking towards them.

"Dongdong"

It was not until the young man knocked on the counter that the two men reacted.

"Hello, hello. Welcome to the ancient mourning hall. Do you have any need?"

"Are there any collections from the Qin and Han dynasties?" the middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, what do you want?" said the woman in uniform.

"A general of the Qin Dynasty, is there any sharp blade of the killing god Bai Qi?"

"Of course there is. What price are you going to pay?" The white woman in casual clothes smiled in fluent Chinese language. She didn't feel the weirdness of his problem at all. "No more, no less, 170,000." said the middle-aged man.

The two women looked at each other and smiled. The white woman in casual clothes said, "Okay, handsome guy. I'll take you there." Then she took the middle-aged man into the room. The woman in the uniform took a feather duster and cleaned the dust...

The two of them came to a warehouse full of antiques.

Walking deeper, a white woman in casual wear opened a hidden mahogany door, which had a small space of about five square meters. The white woman in casual wear slapped her slender hands on the white wall. A strange machine appeared under the white woman in casual wear, with a digital display screen on it and a platform that was twenty-five centimeters long and fifteen centimeters wide. Her palm just pressed on the palm pattern on the platform.

"Identity confirmation. Medium guide to the American Kindergarten headquarters in Dark Cemetery - Katherine Brown." A sweet and cute female voice came out.

Catherine put her hands down and retreated aside. The middle-aged man also pressed his hands on the platform, and the female voice rang again: "Identity confirmation. The best mourner of the Chinese branch of the Dark Cemetery - Zhuo Fan."

Catherine pressed the button on the electronic display screen. Suddenly, a gear sounded, and the wall on the right began to vibrate, and then slowly retreated downward. A strange black electronic door was revealed. A triangle was carved on the door, and there was a pentagram-shaped projection next to the triangle, covered with black muzzles. If there was a master of thermal weapons here, he would have exclaimed: "The new American hotline cannon is a super-destructive weapon that can only be equipped with the American military base."

Zhuo Fan was not surprised at all and followed Catherine into the door.

After walking through a few stairs, I finally arrived at the bottom of the door.

Catherine said, "The Lord is inside, I am not qualified to go in. Please go in by yourself." After that, Catherine retreated.

"Yes." Zhuo Fan nodded, walked forward, pressed his hand to the top of the door. After a burst of infrared ray scanned Zhuo Fan, the door opened with a "bang", and Zhuo Fan walked in.

Inside the door is a room of about 35 square meters, with a computer inside, and a clothes hanger next to it, with clothes of a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old hanging. There is a bookshelf on the left, filled with books, and a desert eagle and a dagger on it. There is a plate of darts hanging on the wall, and all two darts hit the bullseye. There is a coffee table in the middle of the house, and there are several sofas around it. There is an ancient big bed in the corner of the wall, with the quilt folded into tofu blocks. If it weren't for the pistols and daggers on the bookshelf, anyone would have thought this was an ordinary boy's room.

Zhuo Fan came to the back of the bed, squatted down and pulled up a handle, and an authentic tunnel was opened on the ground instantly.

Zhuo Fan walked down the tunnel and came to a wide space, surrounded by sofas. There was a huge glass cover in the middle, and there was a half-naked boy inside.

The boy's short, black and shiny hair looked particularly energetic. His eyes were closed, and his face was as bright as a star. There was a triangle at the heart of the boy's body, and there was a demon with two horns in the triangle. There were two swords below the demon, one of which was made of flames and ice on the other side. Although the boy's body was not like a foreign man, his body was covered with exaggerated muscles, Zhuo Fan knew that it seemed that it was a thin body, and there was such a terrifying power hidden.

The boy exudes an astonishing momentum, which makes people feel depressed.

Suddenly the boy's eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes turned out to be as hot as the sun and as cold as the moon!!!

"drink!"

The boy shouted softly, and the momentum around him rose sharply. Two red airflows and two blue airflows entered the boy's heart in two opposite arcs, and the two swords became more condensed.

"ha!"

After the red and blue airflow was absorbed by the boy, the boy let out another snorted hum, and the air waves around him surged, and the terrifying evil aura shook Zhuo Fan five meters away.

The glass cover covering the boy retreated down. The boy slowly got up and his eyes turned black. The boy exhaled a breath of turbid air. Seeing Zhuo Fan, he walked towards him.

"Hi, Zhuo Fan, you are here." The boy said.

Zhuo Fan was shocked, and he quickly knelt down halfway, took off his mask, revealing a face in his forties. He pulled his sleeves and revealed the pattern on his arms. Unlike the boy, he was a triangle with a coffin inside. Zhuo Fan said respectfully: "Zhuo Fan, the top mourner of the Huaxia Branch of the Dark Cemetery, see the Lord."

The boy said, "Get up. You are here just in time. I just broke through."

"Congratulations to the great achievements of the master's magical power." Zhuo Fan said.

"Haha, it's not a great success. I just broke through to the late stage of the seventh level of "Sun and Moon Emperor Sword Art" and reached its peak. It seems that I can still feel the brilliance of the sun and the moon on the eighth level."

"The emperor is a peerless genius who is not born in the world. Thinking about those warriors of the same age, they are probably still self-righteous in the mere internal strength realm." Zhuo Fan said.

"Haha, you are not bad either. In this world, those who are as old as you, who have reached the middle level of King Wu, will definitely not exceed ten fingers." The young man smiled.

"Your Majesty, don't joke. I look only thirty or forty years old, but I'm actually seventy-six years old. You've reached the peak at just seventeen. It's really shameful." Zhuo Fan said.

"Yes. In the blink of an eye, I'm already seventeen. I've been away from China for five years." The boy suddenly became melancholy and leaked out the vicissitudes of his age. "By the way, how did I ask you to do the things?" the boy suddenly asked again.

"It's already done. Master. This is the murder license and gun license from China. Your ID card has also been modified, and there is no one in the world. The passport, Linhai Haohan Academy student ID and admission application form have also been completed. You can directly enroll in Linhai, China." Zhuo Fan took out several documents and handed them to the boy. After getting the certificate, he said:

"What's the situation in China now?" "Reported to the emperor, the first family in China is still the He family. The strongest people in the He family are two martial generals, "Ghost Sword General", Wang Dao and "Dragon Demon General" He Sheng. But I heard that He Xiaotian, the head of the He family, did not die, but broke through to the half-step Martial Emperor! Now, He Yuntian, the head of the He family, appointed the deputy head of China two years ago, and was the peak of the martial arts servant. He Yuntian's younger brother He Tianxia was the mayor of the capital of China - the capital of Imperial Capital, and was far away in Imperial Capital. He is a martial arts master. He is a martial arts master. He Yuntian's younger brother He Tianxia is the mayor of the Imperial Capital. He is far away in Imperial Capital.

The middle-level teacher is quite powerful. The only ones who can compete with the He family are the Tang family, the Long family, the Li family and the Ling family. The fun ones are the He, Long, and the Tang family are all from Linhai City. The current mayor of Linhai City is Tang Guoxiong of the Tang family. He is only a middle-level martial artist. As for the Ling family and the Li family, one is in Suzhou and Hangzhou and the other is in the northeast. The power in Linhai is limited, basically only a few are there." Zhuo Fan said. The young man thought for a while and said, "The pattern of China is no different from five years ago."

"Master, I don't understand why you need to understand them? You can crush them with just one finger now." Zhuo Fan said inexplicably.

"You don't understand, I'm not invincible. Huaxia has the support of the 'Sage of Heaven' Xuanyuan Poxie, one of the 'Three Saints'. That guy is a high-level Martial Saint, and I'm not his ten-stroke enemy. What's more, Huaxia still has nuclear bombs. Although it can't kill me, it's still possible to hurt me. And..." The young man suddenly said in a profound tone that was not his age:

"And everyone has something that must be done, and this thing is something that I must do! So I have to go in person!"

"Yes, Zhuo Fan has been taught."

"Okay, it's time for me to leave too. The plane was at 3:00 pm, right? The time is almost over. By the way, I heard that there is a 'Sky Hunting Gun' in Washington, which is quite suitable for you. The other party is just a third-rate gang. Their head is a small first-level general. If you have time, grab it back."

"Yes. Thank you, Master." Zhuo Fan said in surprise.

Then, the boy packed up his things and walked up the street with the respectful eyes of the people in the ancient mourning hall.

"Boss, that boy looks good." said a black man.

"Oh, John. This kid is absolutely rich. Keep up with him." said a white man. The two followed him tightly.

"Tsk, it's such a bad tracking. If you want to play, I'll play with you." The young man sneered. Then he walked towards the alley beside him.

"Hey, that kid actually ran into it, just as I like." The white man laughed.

Not long after, the three of them came to a dead end, and there was no one around them.

"Boy, hand over the money, I will spare you." The white man took out a knife and threatened.

"Trump." The boy said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph, I think you're scared crazy." The black man said angrily, and threw himself into the knife at the boy.

"Tsk, I don't believe you trash." The boy shook his head.

Seeing that the knife was about to be stabbed to a teenager, the black man showed a grim smile.

Suddenly, the boy moved. He grabbed the black man's arm holding the knife with one hand. Twisted, the sound of a broken bone sounded, and the black man's arm was twisted like a twist. Before he could even scream, the boy's right hand turned into a knife, and cut off the black man's head. The black man's body was thrown aside by the boy. It was only five seconds before and after! It was so fast that the boy's body didn't touch a drop of blood.

The white man had been so scared that he wet his pants, and he ran away instantly. The boy took out a dagger from his clothes and threw it out. The dagger was like a boomerang, cutting the white man's throat and returning it to the boy's hand.

"I don't even have the fourth level of internal strength, so I dare to go out and rob. I'm so laughing to death." The young man said disdainfully.
Chapter completed!