"Is the leader of the Qinghe Gang so uneasy?" At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the right side of the lawn.

When everyone heard this, they quickly turned around and saw a tall old man walking over.

The old man was wearing a well-cut linen suit with a Scottish shirt with a strong European academy style. His every move was natural and subtle, elegant and noble, and he had a Western gentleman temperament.

Behind the old man were several men and women of different skin colors and ages.

Among those people, the old man in Tang suit and the middle-aged man wearing traditional Indian costumes are the most attractive.

Although the old man in the suit had a great aura, it had no effect on the two of them at all.

As the group appeared, everyone's eyes fell over, and several people had gathered together and started whispering.

"Who is he? He doesn't seem to be a psychic, but looking at his hustle and bustle, he's a little too big."

"Who said no? Which guest who was present today is not a top boss in his country? It's so ostentatious that he has so many people."

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, a person who understands things quickly sneered: "Haha, he is indeed not a psychic. He is the host of today's dinner, Ian Glenn from the Ian family in the bad country." ωωw.B ǒ q υgétν.℃ ǒ M

"The Ian family, one of the top chaebols in the Mold Country, the family-run industries involve real estate, aviation, biotechnology, and especially biopharmaceuticals, which occupy an extremely high share in the whole world." Seeing the young man in the Neon Kingdom showing doubts, the middle-aged man in the kendo suit introduced.

As he said, he glanced at the old man named Ian Glenn and continued: "Ian Glenn is the general manager of the Ian family in the Asia-Pacific region. He ranks fifth in the Ian family and has a great say."

"What are the identities of those two?" The young man from Neon Kingdom touched his chin and looked away at the middle-aged man in Indian costume beside Ian Glenn and the old man in Tang suit.

Hearing the inquiry, the middle-aged man in the kendo uniform smiled slightly and said with relief: "Mirui Jun has good eyesight, and they are indeed not simple in their origins."

Mitsui Gen smiled. Although he was not a cultivator, he was born in the Mitsui family and was one of the most important children of the head Takaichi Mitsui. He had seen too many strong people, so he could tell at a glance that the two of them were absolutely extraordinary.

However, he was still quite proud of being praised by this swordsman.

The middle-aged man in the swordsman's uniform paused, and then said: "The old man in the Tang suit is named Yue Qianqiu, one of the four elders in the southern territory. It is said that he is an ancient martial arts powerful man with unfathomable strength."

"Haha, it turns out that he is just an elder in the South Realm. I thought he was at least a guardian, or a deputy realm master, or the like." Mitsui Yuan said a little disdainful.

While he said, he glanced at Yue Qianqiu and said to himself: "I remember the guy who went to my house to pay his birthday last year was also an elder in the southern border, but he couldn't even beat my father's bodyguard."

"Mitsui, you have to figure out a concept. I am talking about the four elders, not ordinary elders." The middle-aged man in the kendo uniform frowned and frowned.

"Is there any difference?" Mitsui Gen said disapprovingly.

The middle-aged man in the swordsman uniform sneered and said in a deep voice: "The difference is too big. Due to some legacy problems in the early years, there are many elders in the southern border. Anyone who makes some contributions can be named elders, but there are only those four elders. There are two guardians above them, and they are the masters of the realm. In other words, the four of them can at least rank seventh in the southern border."

As he said, he turned his head and glanced at Mitsui Yuan, and said coldly: "Can you rank seventh among the super forces like the South that dominate Southeast Asia and even the entire Asian underground world? Do you think you are an ordinary person?"

"This..." Mitsui Gen was speechless for a moment.

He knew that what the middle-aged man in the swordsman uniform said was reasonable. In this era of strength, a person's status and strength were basically proportional. If he could rank among the top seven in the southern border, his strength would definitely not be too bad.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly thought of another thing and immediately widened his eyes: "As far as I know, there are thirteen masters who enter Tiandu rankings in the southern territory. Wouldn't that Yue Qianqiu is also a Tiandu strongman?"

"Yue Qianqiu, Tiandu is ranked seventy-three." The middle-aged man in the swordsman uniform said calmly.

As soon as he said this, Mitsui Yuan's face changed wildly. He guessed that Yue Qianqiu could enter the Tiandu ranking, but he still didn't expect that the other party could actually rank 73rd.

You should know that the Tiandu ranking list is to rank the strong people in the entire world. The minimum requirement for being able to enter the top 100 list is to be a master-level strongman, while Yue Qianqiu can rank 73, which shows that the opponent's strength is really not simple.

"What is that Yin man? Could it be that he is also a strong man in Tiandu?" A little calmed his mind, Mitsui Gen once again fell on the Yin man.

Although they were far apart, he could still feel a very obscure aura in the man. The aura was very strange, invisible, but it made him feel suffocated.

"His name is Sharma. He was born into a Brahmin family in the Indian Kingdom. He learned from a leader of the Seminary religion. Later, he went to the ancient battlefield to practice black witchcraft. His strength was unfathomable." The middle-aged man in the swordsman uniform said in a deep voice.

"Is he stronger than that Yue Qianqiu?" Mitsui Gen couldn't help but say curiously as he heard the tone of the middle-aged man in the kendo uniform.

The middle-aged man in the kendo suit did not answer immediately, but glanced at the Sharma again, and then replied: "Although the ancient martial artists in China are strong, they are not uncommon. There are at least three or five top-notch masters who have fought with me, but I have never seen a powerful man who is good at using black witchcraft, so... they should not be underestimated."

"Black witchcraft, what is that? Is it scary?" Mitsui Gen asked.

"Black witchcraft is a magic that is passed down in the Nanyang region. It is usually used to kill people by slapping guns, curses, rituals, or calligraphy talismans. Because the practice method is extremely evil, it often uses the power of evil spirits and demons, and even companions with corpses, so it is called black witchcraft." The middle-aged man in a swordsman's uniform said in a deep voice.

Hearing his words, Mitsui Gen's face changed.

Although he had long felt that Sharma was filled with a strong evil spirit, he still did not expect that the other party had such means.

Just as Mitsui Gen was pondering, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He hesitated for a moment. He subconsciously looked up and saw that Sharma was actually looking at him coldly...
Chapter completed!