At night in the ancient capital of Fenghuang, a majestic heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time in summer had a sign at this moment, and it began to break out in a planned manner.

At this time, on the most difficult-to-detect famous mountain in the ancient capital of Phoenix, a strong figure carrying a blood-red wine gourd was heading here.

The heavy rain washed away his strong and destructive muscles. This man was nearly 1.98 meters tall and had a beard as black as a steel needle.

"Boom!"

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, pulling this person out from the dark rainy night. He was an old man in his sixties.

He is said to be an old man, but his body is stronger than that of young people.

At this time, the old man was arranging the wolf tail he had tied, staring at a corner on the mountain like a wolf.

He! He is Jiang Wuye, a terrifying existence known as "Jiang Rentu" during the heyday of the Chinese martial arts people twenty years ago.

"Xiao," Jiang Wuye said calmly.

In the darkness, a figure appeared. He stood upright under the street lamp above Jiang Wuye's head, like a spear.

"Fifth Master Jiang!" The man in black robe is one of the shadows of the Jiang family, codenamed "Xiao."

"Let's go and have some fun."

"yes!"

The owl disappeared in place with a gust of wind.

For a moment, screams came from the forest, and countless panicked afterimages were rushing towards here like bereaved dogs.

Only the three fastest running figures at the head were seen, covered in blood. The arm of the man in the center was violently torn off, and the blood was quickly devoured by the storm.

"Brother," the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses on the right seemed to notice Mr. Jiang Wu in front of him.

"Get away!" the man with the broken arm roared, and he shot out under the rain curtain first. The dagger flashed in the air and went straight to Jiang Wuye.

Jiang Wuye only had wine in his eyes. He raised his head and poured wine into his mouth.

"go to hell!"

The dagger was pointed directly at his throat. At this critical moment, from the darkness behind Mr. Jiang Wu, a hand reached out like lightning.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the chest of the man with broken arms collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The whole man flew out like a kite with its string cut off, and hit the street lamp pole opposite heavily.

"elder brother!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses changed his face when he saw this, he knew that this person was coming.

"Don't go there!" Another old man recognized Mr. Jiang Wu and pulled the man with gold-rimmed glasses as if he had seen a ghost.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

"Young man, you should listen to the opinions of the elders around you. It would be a very dangerous thing to take action against me."

Jiang Wuye wiped the rainwater from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were indifferent, but he could not help but reveal an emperor-like decisiveness in killing.

"Who are you?" The man with a broken arm was curled up on the ground and coughing violently, trying to keep himself in a half-crouched position.

The power and speed displayed by the blow just now showed how terrifying the owner of the hand behind the strong old man was.

At least he is an "S" level ancestral spirit among the Wuling people.

There are definitely no more than twelve S-level ancestral spirits in the entire Chinese martial arts organization. But if you include this person and the black-robed strongman who was massacred indiscriminately on the mountain, there are two.

The Chinese Wulingren Organization! This kind of thing will never happen.

Why?

Because throughout the past twenty years, it is impossible for S-level martial arts people to appear in the same place at the same time. That is a very "dangerous" and "low-level" mistake.

Jiang Wuye smiled and said, "You should let that old man tell you who I am!"

"Uncle Liu, who is he!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses took a breath.

This person can be followed by two S-level martial arts men, which is terrible.

"He...he is..." The old man was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing heavily, "He is the Jiang Rentu twenty years ago, one of the five sons of the Jiang family, the fifth master Jiang!

"

"boom!"

The dead night was torn apart by lightning, thunder, and pale light. The expressions of the two brothers changed drastically, and their hearts sank to the bottom of their hearts.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was so frightened that his pupils suddenly shrank, and he said with disbelief, "Why did Jiang Rentu... come out of the mountain? Didn't it mean that he had retired and no longer participated in the world?"

Jiang Rentu had a headache and scratched the back of his head, "Actually, I shouldn't have gone out as an old man. It's just that you whimsical little kids have gone too far. I have to come over and solve the problem for my unsatisfactory boy."

"Jiang Fan?" The man with a broken arm curled up on the ground said in pain.

"Hey, it's him. I also know that you little kids are doing some tricks. You want to catch him and threaten me, right?"

"So what?" The man with the broken arm sneered, "The hatred for killing your father is irreconcilable. You killed my family. Today we are going to kill you back and let you taste the pain of losing a loved one."

"Your father deserves to die. If they dared to mess up during the May 18 incident, they were destined to be wiped out."

Jiang Wuye stood up and said seriously, "You are Xia Dong, and your brother's name is Xia Peng, right?"

The two brothers were stunned. The eldest brother Xia Dong shook his head and chuckled, "It's Mr. Jiang after all. You know all our details. We are too young to fight with you."

"The opportunity has been given to you before, but you don't cherish it. What else do you want to say before you die?"

"I have nothing to say!"

Jiang Wuye nodded, said no more, turned and left.

He disappeared into the storm and his voice sounded faintly.

"Kill them all. Leave no one behind. Dispose of the bodies and send them to the Chinese Wuling people's organization. Just say that you won't bother them with their useless work. I will personally come and eradicate the roots."

"yes!"

It was that night, twenty years ago, when the May 18 Incident was finally eliminated.

... ...

At seven o'clock the next morning, Jiang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

He had a nightmare, dreaming that many people died in the ancient capital of Phoenix. The screams resounded from every corner, and the blood dyed the moat scarlet, making it look like a hell on earth.

Just then Jiang Fan's cell phone rang. When he looked at the caller ID, it turned out to be the Phoenix Ancient Capital Police Department.

Jiang Fan pressed the answer button in confusion.

I heard a serious voice coming from inside, "Are you Jiang Zhenguo's grandson?"

Jiang Fan was confused, "Well, yes, what's wrong?"

"There are some things that require you to come to the police station. Your old man is at our police station."

"What is he doing at the police station?" Jiang Fan was stunned.

"Ahem, cough, cough. It's hard to explain clearly. You'd better come over by yourself."

Jiang Fan was speechless and could only put on his clothes. While the Wei sisters were still awake, he sent a message that they should go to Dongsheng Baicaotang first, and then he took the old man there.

After walking out of the door, Jiang Fan found that Old Man Cui and Wolf Cub were waiting at the door early, looking at Jiang Fan with half a smile.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Fan pointed at the two of them and was a little surprised.

The wolf cub glanced at Old Man Cui and said, "He said you must go out early and let us wait."

Jiang Fanxu narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Old Man Cui, "Did you guess that something would happen to the old man early on?"

Old Man Cui hid his hands in his thin and worn sleeves, held his waist and said with a smile, "Intuition, it's intuition."

Jiang Fan snorted coldly and patted Old Man Cui's thin shoulder, "My intuition is pretty accurate. I'll buy a lottery ticket later. If you don't win millions, I'll buy you to South Africa."

After saying that, the three of them took a car outside and found the police station.

As soon as I arrived at the interrogation room, I heard a young female police officer slamming the table angrily, pointing at Mr. Jiang and saying, "You still haven't confessed honestly."

Mr. Jiang Wu was a tall man, but he looked ridiculous but humble. He said seriously, "Female police officer, you have to believe me. I really just saw that girl standing on the street, wearing a lot less clothes, and still looking so pitiful.

"

"I sent him home, and guess what happened?"

"Hey, she asked me to drink a glass of water to warm myself up, so I just sat there for a while. Is that wrong?"

"That's nonsense. Mr. Jiang Zhenguo, you are old. Don't you feel blushing when you say these words? Then explain to me, what happened to the two hundred dollars on the table?"

Jiang Wuye patted his chest and said, "I think she is pitiful. What's wrong with giving her some money to take care of her life?"
Chapter completed!