章 41: Make Way

Three-Legged Dragon Manor, inside the safe house.

Zhao Bingsheng stood up from the sofa, trembling, holding the golden dragon head crutch in both hands.

Through the surveillance screen, he clearly saw Ye Bei's appearance, and also saw Wang An, who was standing beside Ye Bei, bending slightly.

Ye Bei was dressed in a white gown, like an immortal.

His hands were behind his back.

The long black hair was naturally draped over his shoulders.

His skin was fair, his face was cold and handsome, and the deep pupils seemed to hide endless years and vicissitudes, the sun, moon and stars, and the vast universe. Nothing could cause waves in his heart. The long hair was flying, and between his fingers, a thousand years would pass.

Ye Bei simply stood there, with terrifying aura from all over his body.

"Master, he is still so young! Even after eighty years, he hasn't changed..." Zhao Bingsheng murmured.

Looking back at Wang An...

A military green padded jacket with a rickety body.

His face was full of wrinkles and furrows... his hair was gray.

If it weren't for the outline and the familiar look, Zhao Bingsheng probably wouldn't recognize it for a while.

"Wang An, the years left on us are too heavy!" When such an old and one young stood together, the impact formed was really too great... Only by witnessing it personally, could Zhao Bingsheng understand how shocking and thrilling it was.

He continued to watch quietly, his body was shaking.

Originally, Zhao Bingsheng thought that his mind was already strong enough.

But at this moment, his emotions could not stop gushing out.

"Master, I have been your servant all my life!"

"Master, there's a lot of money, are these really for me?"

"Master, if I have money in the future, I will put this character on it and make it into a gold picture, and hang it in my house. When I see it every day, I can think of you, my lord!" From a little beggar, to when he was adopted by Ye Bei and he gained endless wealth.

The pictures of the past, one by one, flipped in Zhao Bingsheng's mind...

Thump!

After only a minute, Zhao Bingsheng's legs could no longer stand steadily, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

The golden dragon head crutches fell more than one meter away.

The corners of his vicissitudes of eyes were full of tears... After a long time, Zhao Bingsheng stood up again with difficulty and wiped all the water mist from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. Soon, the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, which looked terrifying, and he gradually strengthened his body to stand up.

"Master... it's this old slave who was wrong! The old slave shouldn't plot on you!" He opened his mouth and murmured in his voice, "But now this old slave has no room for returning. If this fails, all the hard work of this old slave will be ruined!"

As he spoke, Zhao Bingsheng, who stood up, took a step forward and slowly walked towards the door of the safe house.

His body was also slightly rickets.

Hair was pale and shaky as if it would fall to the ground at any time.

No matter what and how…

Today, he was going to see Ye Bei in person!

...

At the entrance of Three-Legged Dragon Manor, more and more guests gathered here.

They were either powerful or wealthy.

They looked at Ye Bei and Wang An, almost all of their gazes were full sarcasm and sneers.

"This young man is looking for death!" A CEO of a foreign company spoke with his hands in his pockets. When he said this, his actions looked very elegant.

"Today is the funeral of the Zhao Family's old man. At this time, he actually dared to come to the Zhao Family to cause trouble. To be honest, I admire his courage!" Next to him, someone answered, he was a senior official in Q City, he shook his head as he spoke.

"You can't look at it this way, don't you find that the young man and the old man are a little strange? They don't seem to be afraid at all, they look very confident. Especially the gaze of the young man, it's full of indifferent and alteration, I've seen countless people, but this is the first time that I've seen such a gaze. I am sure that this young man is of not simple origin." A small family head with a cane, who was over ninety years old, slowly spoke with a solemn voice. When speaking, he was thoughtful, as if he was reminiscing whether he had seen these two people before.

"Not simple origin? I say, Mr. Gao, Chairman Gao... Even if the Old Immortal of Kunlun Mountain came, he would not dare to be so presumptuous. I think that these two people are 80% crazy, and today, the people who can receive the invitation from the Zhao family, which one of them is from the simple origin?" Next to him, a young man said, when he looked at Ye Bei, his eyes were more playful. Of course, deep in his eyes, the young man was full of jealousy... Ye Bei looked much younger and more handsome than him.

But the things Ye Bei did today, if it were to change to himself instead, he would definitely not do it even if someone gave him a hundred guts.

Apart from the discussion, these people were very acquainted and retreated at the fastest speed, leaving a circular open space at the entrance of the manor, where Wang An, Ye Bei and Zhao Changcun and their bodyguards faced each other.

The atmosphere almost froze at this moment.

Huhu...

A cold wind blew, and the breath of early spring still carried an indescribable breath of killing.

"Little An!" Ye Bei yelled softly.

After listening, Wang An naturally understood what Ye Bei meant.

Bang bang bang...

When the four bodyguards of Zhao Changcun rushed towards Ye Bei with curses...

Wang An, who had been bending and standing behind him, moved.

He made a fist, step, and punch!

The action was very slow.

It's just between raising hands and feet...

But the people around didn't even see what was going on. The four bodyguards fell to the ground banging and fainting; they did not even have time to make any sound.

After doing it, Wang An's body no longer creaked but stood up slowly.

He, who originally looked old and weak, suddenly exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

"He... this old man... he, he is the Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal!" Among the onlookers, it was unknown who was the first to react. Watching Wang An's retreated to the side, he made a sharp cry.

Whoosh...

When this voice fell, everyone's minds all appeared the image of the Old Immortal.

After comparison, more and more people recognized Wang An's identity. Those people only felt that their legs were shaking uncontrollably... Especially the one who mocked Chairman Gao just now and said something about if the Old Immortal of Kunlun Mountain was here. The muscles on his face stiffened, for a while, the young man could not help it anymore, and his body couldn't help backing back, trying to escape.

Silence!

Huhu...

Only the wind whistle could be heard.

The sun was shining bright today, but at this moment, many dark clouds appeared above the sky, and the sky gradually became dim.

Zhao Changcun's eyes were bloodshot when he saw the bodyguards were instantly knocked out, those eyes stared at Ye Bei.

But…

Ye Bei's eyes were deep, his gaze was just focusing that big manor.

When the four bodyguards were knocked unconscious.

Ye Bei carried his hands on his back, stepped forward, walking around...

After walking in front of Zhao Changcun, he said softly, "Get out!"

It was cold, without any emotion, but with an unquestionable taste.

After hearing this voice, Zhao Changcun only felt his head blank, his body even involuntarily stepped aside respectfully, staring wide-eyed, and watching Ye Bei crossed the threshold with fear and walked into the manor.