Wang Le's eyes were so sharp. As the old farmer said, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the grave that had already dug out of the big pit. He saw the exposed coffin board was pitch black and shiny, as if it had just been buried. New

"Hiss" Even if this is the coffin of his biological mother, Wang Le couldn't avoid taking a breath of air conditioning when he saw such a strange situation, and instantly got goose bumps.

Although these old farmers slowed down, the shovel and hoe continued to wave, slowly cleaning up all the soil covered by the coffin.

Wang Le did not stop at this time, but unconsciously his muscles were tense, and his eyes were staring at the exposed coffin lid in the pit.

A moment of movement in his heart, a golden light flashed in Wang Le's eyes instantly, and the Breaking Demonic Eye opened. Just as he was about to look through the lid of the coffin into the coffin containing his mother's remains, a sudden burst of old laughter came from far to near and towards here.

When Wang Le complained in his heart, he didn't care about looking through the coffin, and turned around and looked in the direction of the person.

I saw the white-haired old man who intercepted him when he was down the mountain last time, walking around in a leisurely manner, holding a hatchet in his hand.

"Boy, let the old man wait so hard, and I finally waited today, hahahaha."

The white-haired old man walked to Wang Le and said with a happy smile on his face.

At this time, the fat man consciously left Wang Le silently and retreated to Lu Yousan because he remembered the words that Wang Le had reminded him when he was eating breakfast.

"I'm really afraid of anything I'll come from"

Putting his hands behind his back back to the sides of his waist, Wang Le's narrow eyes opened instantly, staring at the white-haired old man wearing yellow rubber shoes, while thinking helplessly in his heart.

What’s even more tragic is that today, when we relocate to graves, there was a strange situation that made Wang Le’s back feel cold. It was a rhythm of bad things. Apart from crying but not crying, there is nothing else to say.

"It's not good to go out"

After thinking about his main purpose of going south from the capital, Wang Le couldn't help but smile a bitter smile on his lips and sighed in his heart.

When he received the fat man's call, he secretly felt something was wrong, and the facts were always so cruel.

My mother's coffin was strange and ominous, and the white-haired old man came to the door again

There is no worst, only worse situations all happen.

Wang Le felt extremely depressed when he thought that the children in Sijiucheng said that he was God's own son.

"Whoever says this joke in the future will kill him with a big mouth." Wang Le's eyes were fierce and he thought angrily.

Just as Wang Le's thoughts were turbulent, he saw the white-haired old man wearing yellow rubber shoes, military green pants and white vest, and gully faced with a smile and said, "Boy, I have been preparing for you that sad pill."

Wang Le's eyes shrank, and the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly. The resentment in his body poured out in an instant. His aura surged up and he competed with the white-haired old man who was standing in front of him, and his momentum was not inferior.

"I said last time that your baby stole it, it's not my business." Wang Le's eyes flashed with fierce light, and a low voice slowly said to the white-haired old man.

The old man with white hair was not affected by Wang Le's momentum. He waved his hand indifferently, then shook his head and said, "I mentioned last time that you and the thief who stole my treasure were the same person who worshiped him."

The white-haired old man pointed to the already dug-out grave with the hatchet in his hand, and continued with a smile: "If you three have nothing to do with you, you won't believe it even if you chop off your head."

At this time, the old farmers and fat men standing next to him, and Lu Yousan, who saw the two of them being tense and full of gunpowder. In addition, their momentum was breathtaking, and they all showed a look of shock. They retreated one after another and avoided them from afar, for fear of harming the fish in the pond and harming themselves.

Now Wang Le is in a difficult situation because his mother's grave has just opened halfway and there are still dark shadows shrouded in unknown ways. No matter what, he can no longer escape like last time.

Because in this case, without outsiders, Wang Le will despise his cowards.

As for people, there is always something they insist on, so they can avoid life.

At this moment, Wang Le was facing this situation.

"Old bastard, since that's the case, why are you talking nonsense? Let's see the truth under our hands."

Wang Le bowed his legs and knees slightly, making an attacking gesture, and at the same time, he looked at the white-haired old man with a sneer and hummed.

I saw the white-haired old man wiping the hatchet in his hand, staring at Wang Le with a shiny look, and opening his mouth with a smile: "Boy, let me see what a martial arts master is today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le laughed and responded with a tone full of sarcasm: "Old man, I don't know how many times you have heard this. My ears are so bad, but all those who have said these words are defeated."

Before the white-haired old man could speak, Wang Le kicked the wet loess with his feet, jumped up all over his body, and shouted loudly: "Kill"

In an instant, the white-haired old man saw Wang Le jumping into the air and rushing towards him from a high place, covered with gold. His feet were kicked like a pair of golden pillars, smashing him hard at the cover of the sky.

The old man's white hair was blown away by the wind of his feet, but he was not panicked at all. While his feet were still moving, the black hatchet in his hand instantly swung out, drawing an arc to slash Wang Le's legs.

"Bangbang"

Wang Le kicked his feet out and hit the old man's black hatchet, just like a blacksmith, making a loud collision sound, which surprised the fat man and the old man who were watching from afar.

Especially the old man, although he knew that Wang Le used the ancient defensive technique, he did not expect that the opponent's defense technique was so strong that he could not break it, and injured Wang Le's feet.

This made the old man immediately put away his contempt. Then, the hatchet in his hand pulled out a bunch of white sword flowers to force Wang Le to retreat, and he also retreated and opened the distance between the two.

Wang Le in the air turned over and fell to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, the innate power in the dantian rushed out wildly, pouring it into his limbs along the meridians and constantly catching up with the white-haired old man, turning one hand into a palm, and clenching the other hand into a fist, and attacking the old man's throat and chest without hesitation in the flash.
Chapter completed!