The old man walked up to him and saw that he didn't dare to answer. He suddenly stretched out his big hand and rushed straight to Wushuang's neck and grabbed it, which meant to win the title.

Wushuang was prepared in his heart. When the old man approached his neck with his big hand, he suddenly raised his hands and pushed him back. The old man was not willing to be outdone and turned around and suddenly appeared behind him. His speed was as agile as a young man in his twenties. Naturally, Wushuang was not given for nothing. As a descendant of the Dong family, how could he be in the martial arts world without any three-legged cat skills?

At this time, the old man's right hand was placed on Wushuang's right forearm and turned behind him with this point as the axis, trying to take off the talisman from his back neck. Wushuang's right hand was spread out like a sharp claw, and the old man's left wrist was as powerful as an iron clamp. The two were twisted together and inseparable. This process was just a blink of an eye. Not to mention the villagers under the altar, even the closest Blue Color Butterfly did not react. What happened, and the two fought together.

The villagers under the altar saw that outsiders were going to act roughly at the old patriarch, but they didn't do it. They shouted that they would rush up the alien language they didn't understand.

The old patriarch opened his right hand and raised it to his head and shouted, "Don't come over!"

Caidie had already drawn out a weapon to rescue Wushuang, but Wushuang also said to her: "Caidie, don't be impulsive!"

"Haha...good boy! Bone-bone hand? You said that your surname is Wu? Who is you? What I know is the leader of the Northeast thief sect, who has always been passed on to the inside but not the outside. You must have something to do with Wu Gongyao, don't lie to me!"

Wushuang could see that the old patriarch of the Yeguna clan must have been a trainer before, but he did not give it to him for nothing. He is over 80 years old. Even if he continues to waste such a waste, he will not be able to consume himself. Instead, he will be captured by himself. Now he is actually the one who has the upper hand.

"I dare not hide it from seniors. The Centipede of the Earth is my great-grandfather! I am the current leader of the Changsheng Mountain Thieves Sect!" Wushuang's tone was also very loud when he said this, and his momentum was not inferior to the old man.

This is someone else's territory. If the matter is not handled well, the two of them may not even be able to fall behind. The old patriarch is the local emperor here, holding the power of life and death for everyone. No one has dared to challenge his authority like Wushuang for so many years.

Unexpectedly, the old man was not angry by Wushuang, but laughed and patted Wushuang on the shoulder with his right hand. This was a kind of etiquette in the martial arts world, and his acceptance of the situation.

The old man laughed and said, "Haha...good boy! He is really worthy of being a descendant of Wu Gongyao. With his ruthlessness back then! Okay, okay, let go of me. Could it be that you, a kid, want to break your uncle's wrist?"

"Uncle, uncle? You are so fucking close to me. People in the world are sinister. Do you think I am a three-year-old child? I let you go now, and you will let your people tear us to pieces?" Wushuang would not fall into his trap.

"Oh, child, let go of our patriarch, listen to me, your great-grandfather Wu Gongyao once saved our patriarch! In terms of seniority, our patriarch should call him Uncle En!" The female shaman who was rescued by them quickly came up to persuade him.

Wushuang temporarily let go of the old patriarch.

The old patriarch called himself Huszhuma, who means supreme power in the Jeguna language.

He said that when he was young, he was in troubled times. At that time, he was just about to go out and make a fuss. At first, he was a gunner under Zhang Zuolin. Later, when Zhang Zuolin was fighting with Tsarist Russia, he was deafed by the Russian cannon on the battlefield and almost died. When he fled into the mountains alone, the Russian Russians pursued him relentlessly. It was Wu Gongyao who led his men to repel the Russians and sent him back safely. Not only that, even the guns used by the Jeguna people now were still left to them by Wu Gongyao. It was precisely because they had powerful weapons and equipment that the Japanese army did not attack from Changbai Mountain when they invaded the Northeast.

He was afraid that Wushuang would not believe it, so he quickly ordered the villagers to go home and take out a shiny submachine gun. It was an American Thompson. That's right. Not to mention it at that time, even the Russians and the Japanese army did not have such advanced weapons and equipment. This was transported back from the United States by the great-grandmother Mo Xiaoqi.

Wushuang then believed Huszhuoma's words. He was considered an old friend of the Northeast Thieves. The two of them were naturally very friendly to each other. The old patriarch asked about the current situation of the Dong family. He was also very sad when he learned that Mr. Dong had just left. He muttered, but he didn't expect that your great-grandfather's heroic life would die so confused in the end.

The old patriarch was very kind when he saw that Wushuang was the descendant of his former benefactor. Since their witch had not caught the insects sacrificed to Jaknu, he simply asked his subordinates to continue the ceremony. He hospitably brought Wushuang and Lan Caidian to the ancestral hall in the village to reminisce about the past.

Wushuang looked at the watch. It was getting late, so I was afraid that if I waited any longer, Yunqiang's temper would rush in to ask for someone. "Senior, it's getting late. Since we are old friends, please return my companions to us. I use my personality to guarantee that I will never reveal the secrets of you Jeguna."

"Child, this is a trivial matter. Your friend is naturally a guest of our Jeguna people. But I am sorry for my uncle and uncle. If you don't live a quiet life in Changchun, why are you here to go to this big valley? This Changbai Mountain is far from being as simple as you think. It's okay to go to the scenic spot, but you can't go in any further." The old patriarch kindly reminded Wushuang.

"My uncle said that the situation here is a bit complicated. I came here this time because I received a batch of goods. The owner of the goods is also my friend. I promised that people would deliver this batch of goods to a small village in Dongpo. How can people in the martial arts world break their trust?"

"Dongpo? Is there a village in Dongpo?" The old patriarch looked at the shaman lying on the bed, and then ordered his men who were serving him aside to retreat and close the door.

"Zhuoma, there is a village under Dongpo, have you forgotten?" The shaman witch reminded Huszhuoma.

Huszhuoma sighed indifferently with a frown expression.

"You two children who are desperate, shouldn't you go to Panlong Village?" he asked.

"Haha..." Wushuang didn't answer, but this dry laughter was a pity.
Chapter completed!