The moon sets and the crows cry, and the lights are like smoke.

Nearly 7:30, Chu Tian, ​​dressed in black, drove his car to Repulse Bay alone. He had already deeply imprinted the location of Piaotian Wenxue.com in his mind. In the southwest part of Repulse Bay, a top-level villa covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters can be seen from the entire Hong Kong.

Because Chu Tian drove faster, at 8:15, he arrived outside the Piaotian Wenxue.com. The villa where he witnessed was brightly lit inside and outside. The four South Koreans guarding the door had known Chu Tian to arrive, so when they saw him shut down the car, they walked over with great strides.

The leader glanced at Chu Tian a little, then looked inside and outside the car.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which contained contempt and playfulness, and a sense of pride in the face of the people. He looked at the watch and said, "Master asked you to be nine o'clock, you're here too early! You'll go in again when you're here. Also, the car cannot enter, and someone will take you over later!"

Chu Tian nodded without temper, and he got out of the car and leaned against the body to wait.

Perhaps because Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, it is necessary to brew light, so Chu Tian looked up at the sky and did not see the bright moon. The mountain wind at night was very cold, and it was like splashing water on people layer by layer. Chu Tian tightened his clothes on his body, and then looked at the villa.

The lights are brilliant, and white light is shining everywhere.

Just by sweeping over that soft light, Chu Tian could still see the style of this villa, which was plain and exquisite, natural, relaxed, casual, and simple. It was combined with the water-friendly platform, swimming pool, and corridor of the courtyard to present a Western European country-style lifestyle.

Romantic and solemn temperament, high foyer and grand door, round arch windows and corner stone masonry, show the grace and luxury. Classical and cheerful two-way match, steeple-shaped oblique roof, plastered wooden frames and column-style decoration, natural building materials and vines climbing on it complement each other.

Classic but not fashionable, fresh but not classic.

"He is so rich!"

The white plaster walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and corridors, and tall and majestic large windows make people feel excited. Chu Tian couldn't help but sigh that the old man could enjoy it. According to his rough estimate, this villa is worth at least 400 million Hong Kong dollars, and he can almost catch up with the villa where Li Huanhong lives.

After examining the environment everywhere, Chu Tian withdrew his gaze and leaned on the car, closed his eyes and rested. The waiting time always passed slowly. Although it was only half an hour, Chu Tian seemed to feel that several days had passed. During this period, the four South Korean guards at the door were still sarcastic without any hesitation:

"I tell you that he is Chu Tian."

"Seeing how young he is, how can he be so capable?"

"I heard that Dahan's man died at his hands no less than 300 people."

The leader took over the topic and said, "Yes, I owe us too much blood debt, but so what? I can only say that they are too incompetent. As soon as the master took action, he immediately obeyed, killed dozens of people, and cut off the hands of the head of the hall. He didn't even dare to let one of the farts!"

"And after Kim Hyun and the others said that they were treated rudely for the first time they saw him."

"The second time, Chu Tian came out to greet them in person and served them tea and water."

Obviously, the Kim Hyun they mentioned was one of the two messengers who sent the dead branches. From their words, we can see that the two must have been hyped up on their cowardice when they came back yesterday, but they were also quite smart, saying that they only greeted each other with a smile, but did not tell their accomplices the 50,000 tea fee.

In Chu Tian's thoughts, the South Koreans continued to discuss:

"It seems that the master is still awesome, so he just scares him to the point of urination."

"That's! What is he?"

"Although I heard that he is very good at it, he is not the light of fireflies compared to the master?"

"How can he compare to the master? The master is invincible in the world!"

"Forget it, let's not say anything, so as not to scare him back."

The four South Korean guards ended the conversation with great enthusiasm, and they also swept their eyes to Chu Tian intentionally or unintentionally, trying to see if Chu Tian was so angry that he blushed, but to their surprise, Chu Tian was not angry at all, and showed a very friendly smile, and then looked at the time to speak:

"Four brothers, time is up!"

The leader of the South Koreans swept over the watch and nodded proudly:

"Xiao Liu, take him to see the master."

A South Korean guard bounced the cigarette in his mouth with one finger, and the cigarette butts flashing with sparks fell on Chu Tian’s feet in an arc. Then he pointed at Chu Tian arrogantly and said, “Come with me! Remember, don’t watch and move more on the road, as it will cause you harm!”

Chu Tian smiled again and nodded: "I understand!"

As he followed the South Korean guards into the gate, a contempt came from behind him:

It's really not bloody!

Fifteen minutes later, Chu Tian was led to an open pavilion. The pavilion was brightly lit and exuded a scent of sandalwood. Chu Tian gathered his eyes and saw Fu Caichen and an old man sitting inside, with a pot of sake and more than a dozen plates of exquisite Korean desserts in front of him.

The old man was as tall as a mountain, and sat there as deep as the sea. Under his slightly white eyebrows were his eyes as bright as an eagle. The yellow windbreaker mixed with golden threads roared under the aura of the mountain wind. His black cheeks, as dark as iron, had a faint halo, and looked extraordinary.

There were more than ten South Koreans standing around Xiaoshou.

There are men and women. Although they have different postures and different expressions, they all have a sense of arrogance. When they see Chu Tian being brought over, they all look down on his face. The man's eyes are like sharp swords to scan, and the women are harmonious and cold, but there is a little more curiosity.

Obviously, they are disciples of Master Yijian.

Seeing that Chu Tian is not astonishingly beautiful and even a little weak, everyone's face is filled with a feeling of "it's actually hard to tell the truth under the reputation". They think that Chu Tian, ​​the South Korean nemesis, was just over-boasted by his failed compatriots. Perhaps he has a little bit of knowledge, but he cannot reach the brute force of all over the world.

Some female disciples wanted to meet the heroic figure, but now they are extremely disappointed.

"Master, Chu Tian brings it!"

The South Korean guard saluted as respectfully as a slave when he saw the emperor, and bowed slightly to show his respect for being admired by the mountains. After receiving Fu Caichen's wave, he straightened his body again, and then shouted sternly to Chu Tian: "Chu Tian, ​​why are you standing? Why don't you salute the master?"

"Hahaha----"

As the South Korean guards shouted, Chu Tian, ​​who was like a sheep, suddenly burst out laughing, which shocked everyone. Even Master Yi Jian, who bowed his head to drink, raised his head slightly, and then finished the wine without any sense. Chu Tian developed an invincible aura at this time:

"Park Jung-tae, I'm here to challenge you tonight!"

"As a warrior, we will be the master!"

At this moment, Chu Tian was like Asura crawling out of hell. All his aura and murderous intent were fully exuding. The South Korean guard was startled first, and then wanted to scold him but was captured by his cold eyes. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was very close to death.

For some reason, he felt a little scared:

As long as you dare to speak, Chu Tian will kill him!

Almost similar shock, the more than ten disciples also twitched violently. They never thought that Chu Tian would suddenly burst out with a thunderous aura, and dared to challenge the master with a wild word. Moreover, Chu Tian's domineering behavior made them dare not move their steps at this moment.

Fu Caichen coughed twice, but wanted to get up but was pressed by his master.

The big hand is gentle and powerful, and it also looks quite confident.

"Park Jung-tae, as a peak warrior, do you have the courage to fight me?"

When Chu Tian shouted the last sentence, Minghong's sword flashed out with his right hand, and then he stepped forward with a rainbow of momentum. The distance he took every step was the same, and his fierce murderous intent rushed towards Master Yijian like a huge wave: "If you think I am not qualified to challenge you..."

"Then let your disciple come up and sacrifice my sword!"

When he left the last word, Chu Tian's eyes swept over more than ten Yijian disciples.

For some reason, the disciple who should have been strong and proud was glanced by Chu Tian, ​​and he couldn't help but lower his head, and a chill in his heart. It felt like a flock of sheep being examined by a wolve. Then, a hint of anger and deep self-blame flashed through their hearts.
Chapter completed!