Go crazy!You call me the ultimate?

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

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

"I don't know much. What kind of performance art is this? I think those people should be the old man's bodyguards."

"So many bodyguards? Could it be that this old man is some kind of boss?"

"Nonsense, can that temperament be that of an ordinary person? It may be a private visit from the big brother's micro-service, 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 remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

He finished all the dishes in an orderly manner and drank the last drop of wine before paying the bill and getting up to leave.

The same as when he came, his steps were firm and calm, and he quickly disappeared at the end of the village.

Less than 2 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 come and go here every day. The old man walked on the road with his head held high, his eyes looking at the distant horizon, and he seemed completely unaware of the stalker behind him.

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

After walking like this for half an hour, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, surrounded by rolling mountains and vast farmland.

The occasional passing bus roared past them, and all the tourists on the bus noticed something unusual.

There is usually only one kind of people who walk on remote country roads, the locals.

Tourists from other places usually take a car with a group, even if they travel by car, at least they ride a bicycle, and few travel on foot.

Even hikers carry backpacks and loads of luggage, but this strange group of people didn't have backpacks, and judging from their attire, they didn't look like locals.

The old man and the people following him seemed out of tune with the surrounding landscape, like an uninvited guest who hastily intruded into a landscape painting!
Suddenly, the old man stopped, and the people behind him also stopped.

The atmosphere became very delicate. The old man turned his head and looked around for a while, then walked off the road and onto a dirt path.

On both sides of the mud path are vast farmlands, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The old man suddenly quickened his pace, walking like flying.

When the crowd behind saw it, they no longer cared about concealing it, and took great strides to catch up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't hide."

When everyone heard it, they quickly chased in the direction of the sound.

To their surprise, they walked more than 1000 meters deep into the woods before seeing the figure of the old man. His voice sounded close at hand, but they were unexpectedly 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?"

As soon as the leading man waved his hand, the crowd immediately dispersed into a fan-shaped encirclement. Everyone drew their weapons and stood ready.

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

"For the sake of your age, it's best not to let us do it."

This group of people did not deny that it was really the Wang family!

The Wang family has always acted in secrecy, and it is extremely rare to make such a big move like today.

Moreover, more than 20 people were dispatched at one time, which shows that they attach great importance to this old man.

The old man snorted contemptuously.

"I'm over a hundred years old, don't more than 20 of you dare to do anything? You only dare to talk."

"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 tool people without emotions.

The leader took a step forward and said calmly.

"Second Master, you are a well-known figure. For the sake of your reputation, don't force us to be rough, that would be ugly."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and shot a cold light.

Han Guang passed by the old man and sank into the trunk of the big tree.

It was a throwing knife, the entire blade was inserted into the tree trunk, the person who shot it had extraordinary wrist strength, master!

Facing the opponent's demonstration, the old man didn't even blink his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, smiling.

"No wonder you dare not do it. It turns out that the Wang family has changed their careers and become a troupe of performers in the world."

"Speaking of the troupe, this old man is your senior!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly reached out and slapped the tree trunk with a palm.

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

When everyone saw it, their expressions all changed.

The palm strength shown by the old man is obviously much more profound than the flying knife kung fu of the hundred-step piercer!
Only then did the leader show a look of admiration, and nodded slightly.

"As expected of Senior Liyuan, you really have real kung fu!"

"Second Master, do you really want to fight with us?"

The old man didn't answer, but just made a gesture, let the horse come over!

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

"In that case, let's play with Second Master!"

Following an order, three people shot at the same time.

The three short knives stabbed from different directions, judging from the strength and speed of the shots, they were all masters!
The old man didn't turn his head back, still turned his back to them, and let out a cold snort.

"Is this the only means?"

Before it was too late, the short knife had already stabbed him in the back.

But in the next second, everyone's eyes widened.

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

All three short knives brushed past the corners of his clothes, and within a fraction of a centimeter, the attacks all failed!
Then, the old man bent down and raised his hand, and shot with an extremely elegant gesture.

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

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

Following three crisp fracture sounds, the three of them let out a scream at the same time, and the dagger dropped from their hands.

The old man turned back and copied the three short knives in his hand.

Then, three sword lights flashed.

Under the sunlight, a smear of blood sprinkled in the air.

Gorgeous and deadly!