New Generation Headquarters.***

In the ancient streets of vicissitudes, the shadows of trees shine down from the sun, and the sunset has set. The huge red clouds float on the top of the Changsan Mountain in the west, reflecting the entire valley in red.

Familiar canteen, familiar old man in charge of the canteen, familiar meals.

But there are only a few familiar people.

As always, the old man was dressed simply, raised a chimney, sat on a smooth stone at the entrance of the canteen, kneaded the tobacco into a ball, looked ahead, lit the tobacco, took a few heavy sips, and the water in the chimney flipped a few times, and the strong smoke poured out of the chimney.

No one of them knew the identity of this old man. Even Chang became the son of Chang, the founder of the new generation, and he didn't know the origin of the old man in charge of the canteen. There were actually not many people in the new generation of headquarters. Most of the new generation of direct departments had tasks, and the total number of people stayed in the new generation of headquarters was only a few dozen.

Don’t underestimate these dozens. In the huge canteen, the old man is the only one responsible. It is still difficult to face the meals of dozens of people every day. In the past, Ye Xiao and the others saw that the old man was like this every day, so they took the opportunity to chat with the old man, but the old man ignored him and sucked his chimney, almost ignoring Ye Xiao and the others.

However, Ye Xiao and the others have never underestimated this old man. Everything is because of the old man's eyes. His eyes have an indescribable feeling. To put it directly, it is like the sea, which is bottomless and no one can see through it.

Today, the scene is still the same, and the old man is still smoking. Among the new generation, the instructors such as Uncle Liu, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Qiu, etc., who are familiar to Ye Xiao, and others, are not there. They may have a task. The only people they are familiar with are Gao Yingqiu from the 1980s, but why Uncle Qing’s legs are like this, it is unknown whether the high invitation is high.

Uncle Qing's legs are like this, and no matter how delicious or familiar the dishes made by the old man are, the few of them have no appetite.

Ye Xiao brought food to Uncle Qing and Liu Cicchi. He was about to go back, but the old man sitting in the smoking tube at the door coughed, waved to the few people, and signaled them to stay.

The old man's temples were gray, and he was at least sixty years old. He raised his wrinkled face and pointed to the stone chairs in front of him, signaling Ye Xiao and the others to sit down.

"Old Xun." Gao Yaoqiu shouted softly.

Everyone knew that the old man's surname was Xun, but he didn't know his name. Seeing that most people called him Mr. Xun, the few people followed everyone to call him like this.

"Sit down." The old man's voice was as vicissitudes and powerful as his face.

Mr. Xun stopped smoking, slowly put the chimney aside, raised his head, straightened his eyes, and looked at the five young men sitting in front of him seriously.

"Gao Qieuiu, Wu Heng, Ye Xiao, Changcheng, Han Yang." The old man called out one by one, his eyes followed the sound and fell on them. He added: "I'm not the wrong one, right?"

"No." The few people answered in unison.

"The 801 clan, the 901 clan." The old man looked at them and nodded, "Yes, I see your training results, much better than our older generation."

"Old Xun, what's going on Uncle Qing's legs?" Wu Heng couldn't help but ask. All of them knew that Mr. Xun was not simple. I believe this old man must know what's going on Uncle Qing's legs.

Mr. Xun did not answer directly, but looked at the sunset that was about to set in the distance. After a moment, his eyes changed and he suddenly said, "Is the food today delicious?"

"I don't have much appetite. Mr. Xun, what's going on with Uncle Qing's injury?" Changcheng couldn't help asking.

Changcheng didn't know what his origin was. He once asked his father, Chang Lao, but his father did not tell him directly. He just said solemnly that without Xun Lao, there would be no new generation. Xun Lao's age was about the same age as his father, so Changcheng always suspected that Xun Lao must have something to do with his father.

Mr. Xun glanced at Changcheng and said, "Qinghou General, a veteran of the 60th clan, and the current general manager of the new generation. Do you think he has the ability?"

"Is this a matter of saying? How could Uncle Qing be incompetent?" Gao Yaoqiu blurted out.

"Qinghou General, this child is indeed capable." Old Xun smiled, and dimples appeared on his old face. "Qing-hou General, his person is the same as his name."

"Who have you ever compared with him?" Mr. Xun narrowed his eyes and said.

"Compet?"

Ye Xiao smiled bitterly and said, "I want to compete, but I don't have a chance. Uncle Qing didn't give us a chance, but Uncle Qing must be a master."

"That's right, Qinghou General was the second master of the 60th clan." Mr. Xun said seriously: "Our new generation, evaluating a person's skills is a comprehensive evaluation. Among the 60th clan, if you only compare fists and feet, Qiu Zhishu is the most powerful, Zhang Danfeng is the strongest, compared with shooting skills, and Liu Shuangzhou is the most amazing. But together, they are all weaker than Qinghou General."

"I guess he is here to break the legs of the Qinghou General." Mr. Xun shook his head and said, "Other than that, I can't think of anyone who can break the legs of the second master of the 60th clan."

"He? Who is he?"

The five of them all raised their ears, and they realized that what Mr. Xun said should be the person who broke Uncle Qing's leg. Who was he?

"He?" Mr. Xun smiled: "Do you know what is the main purpose of our new generation's existence?"

"Defend the country, the people."

"It's too wide." Old Xun paused and said, "The main purpose of our new generation is to serve the dark forces around the world."

"Dark forces?"

"That's right, in recent years, dark forces around the world have developed greatly. Don't underestimate these dark forces. They are stronger than regular special forces. Some of them have been recognized by certain Western countries, and they even use these dark forces to achieve ulterior secrets." Old Xun's eyes radiated: "We in China are like a piece of fat, and many dark forces want to take a few bites."

"The legs of the Qinghou General can do it, but I haven't thought of anyone else yet." Old Xun said astonishingly.

"The King of the Dark World in the West?"

"Who is he who can break Uncle Qing's legs?"

"Who is the King of the Dark World?" Mr. Xun fell into deep memories and said, "The vast majority of the dark forces in the world are controlled by him. He has always wanted to settle in the big fat piece of China, but he has been stopped by our new generation. This time he broke the leg of the Qinghou General. I think he is preparing to declare war with my new generation again."

"He's very awesome?"

Mr. Xun nodded solemnly: "Awesome, for now, no one in our new generation is his opponent. Moreover, he has a large number of masters under him."

"Old Xun, no one in our new generation can beat him?"

"No, the Qinghou General was defeated." Mr. Xun narrowed his eyes and sighed: "In the past, it might be, now..."

"Maybe it before?" Ye Xiao thought about it and suddenly thought of what Mr. Xun had just said, Uncle Qing is the second master of the 60s clan, so... who is the first master? Could the first master beat the King of Darkness?

"Old Xun, where is the number one master of the 60th clan?" Ye Xiao asked.

"Well, Ye Xiao, you guessed it right. The last time the King of Darkness arrived in person, if he was not there, our new generation would be miserable." After Mr. Xun said that, he raised the chimney and started sucking.

"He? Who is he?" Everyone present knew that he was not the one he just now. He had already confirmed that he was the king of dark forces in the West. But now the person Xun said can compete with the king of dark forces and the number one master of the 60th clan.

"At the beginning, he tied with the King of the Dark Forces." Mr. Xun said, with deep regret on his face and sighed: "However, he will leave the new generation in two years."

Regarding the various rules of the new generation, Ye Xiao and the others already knew that on the day of graduation, if they were tired of the new generation's worrying life, they would never force the new generation.

However, after entering the new generation and experiencing all kinds of experience, almost all the members of the new generation have developed feelings for this place, because there are brothers of life and death, hope and meaning of life, so there are almost no one who voluntarily withdraws from the new generation.

Can tie the game with the King of the Dark Forces of the West! What kind of master is this?

Everyone was shocked. None of them had ever seen the King of the Western Dark Forces, let alone fight him. However, they knew that the ability of Uncle Qing was not ordinary. The number one master of the Sixties clan was able to tie the King of the Western Dark Forces. Who was it? Also, why did he leave the new generation? Is there no place worthy of his attachment to the new generation?

All five of them were curious about this former master of the 60s and the first master of the new generation. Who was it?

"Old Xun, what is the name of the King of the Dark Force?" Wu Heng asked.

"I don't know, no one knows what his name is." Old Xun paused and said, "He is too mysterious. No one even knows which country he is from, but he has a nickname, but it resounds throughout the dark world."

"The Lord."

"Lhem?"

"That's right, it's the Lord." Mr. Xun narrowed his eyes and said, "It is said that this is the title he gave to himself, and it slowly spread."

"Jehovah?" Gao Jieqiu sneered: "He really gave himself face, but he dared to call himself Jehovah. Those who are familiar with Western culture know the meaning of the three words Jehovah."

"It has been calm for twenty years." Mr. Xun sighed and said, "China has been calm for twenty years. Now that the Lord has broken the leg of the Qinghou General, he is challenging our new generation."

"I am very optimistic about you young people, the new generation, depend on you." Old Xun looked at the people, stretched out his hand, and slapped them one by one.
Chapter completed!