At 7:50 am in Los Angeles time, New York, this world-wide metropolis has long been shrouded in the morning sun, and the streets are already filled with dense vehicles.

Sitting in a traffic flow of traffic, two blond men with straight backs and extraordinary temperaments between their eyebrows were communicating with each other, but what was particularly strange was that what they spoke was not English, but some kind of language that sounded a bit confusing.

Only a very small number of linguists in the world who specialize in certain endangered languages ​​can understand this language, because it is a language of ethnic minorities on a small island in the Pacific Ocean, and there are no more than 500 people in the world who can understand it.

"Morgan," said the blonde man next to him spoke English, but immediately changed to the previous language.

"This time, are the information you get accurate?"

"Don't worry." The American, known as "Morgan", smiled grimly on his lips, "...The news this time comes from inside the Tang Sect, and the source of the news is absolutely reliable."

"That's good." Hearing this, the man with the word "Walton" in his name smiled comfortingly.

"That woman named Tang has been in a mysterious place for so many years. She has never been caught by our CIA. And even with her news, the people we sent out are no match for her at all, and even the minions of the Tang Sect can't beat her. If we take action in person, she will escape immediately like a frightened rabbit... But this time she finally revealed her feet. It seems that God really favors us in the United States!"

"Yes, although that ancient China has a treasure trove of historical accumulation, no nation in the world can compare with the foundation of martial arts. But I believe that the future will still belong to our America!"

Hearing Walton's words, Morgan's eyes showed a fanatical look.

Whether it is Walton or Morgan, they are the deepest hidden characters in the CIA. Their status and treatment are comparable to the legendary 007 in the world, and their strength is even stronger than the 007 in the movie!

As CIA leaders who control the lifeline of the entire secret forces of the United States, they are undoubtedly the purest American supremacists.

It can be said that among the ordinary employees and ordinary cadres of CIA, there may be various people with ulterior motives, but like them, their love for America is like the Chinese imperialists yearning for China's status as "all nations come to pay tribute"!,

——Although both of them seem quite gentle and generous from the outside, this is just a natural change that occurs when they reach the point of success in boxing. To be honest, their nature is not inferior to that of the most fanatical nationalists!

"but……"

As if he suddenly thought of something, Walton turned his gaze to Morgan.

"…Morgan, will that man come this time?"

When he said "that man", even Walton had a few strange looks in his eyes, as if he was afraid and admiration.

Morgan was not much better either. He seemed to sigh, and a few regrets flashed through his expression: "That man... he said that there were still some omissions in his plan this time, so he still would not take action. However, he said that he had come here. If we fail, then he could appear at any time and give Tang Zichen a death blow... But if he found that there was no possibility of realization at this time, then he would withdraw at any time..."

"It's good." Walton frowned, but unconsciously felt a little relaxed from his eyebrows.

"That man... his perception is so sharp and his strength is so powerful that he is almost invincible in the world. If we accidentally lose our hands when killing Tang Zichen, he will at least be safe... It seems that this time, that woman will definitely die."

"Yes..." Morgan's eyes looked sinister.

"...This time, we must kill that woman, and then, like cleaning up the virus, all the Chinese communities sucking American wealth and bone marrow!"

The two were still talking, and the white driver sitting in front seemed to have not heard the conversation between the two in the back seat, driving calmly.

Citroen was moving steadily in the crowded traffic, turning around corners and passing through streets until the end, the target of the car was already far away...

——Target: Chinese area!

...

"You must steadily, walk ruthlessly, punch roundly, and return quickly."

In a single-family villa surrounded by many birch forests in the Chinese New York area, a woman in purple is teaching the rows of sweaty little girls in front of her.

This villa looks very ordinary, but only when you walk inside will you find that there is a huge space in the villa. Moreover, this villa is located on the mountain and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In the eyes of military enthusiasts, it can be transformed from an ordinary villa into a military fortress at all times.

At this time, Tang Zichen trained the newcomers of the Tang Sect on a training ground surrounded by the villa.

Just in front of Tang Zichen, a deputies of women sweated heavily and punched like the wind. They occasionally threw their admiration and respectful expressions at Tang Zichen, and then sat on the side not far away, wearing a white Tang suit, holding a hardcover ancient book in his hand, and casting disdainful eyes of the young man who was enjoying the cool under the sun umbrella.

These women's soldiers were found by the Tang Sect around the world, whose family was destroyed and whose fate was miserable, and they were then absorbed by the Tang Sect. For them, the Tang Sect, which allows them to eat and wear, enjoy family and friendship, and learn all kinds of useful knowledge, is undoubtedly the best place in the world.

——Compared with the previous situation, this place is comparable to heaven. As the master of the Tang Sect, Tang Zichen, who is generous and as fairy as an immortal, undoubtedly occupies the position of God in this heaven.

Yes, it is God, not the Virgin.

Because in the hearts of these girls who are still very simple in their minds, Tang Zichen is like their beliefs.

However, now, just next to this faith, a shadow suddenly appeared.

Although the girls are single-minded, when they see a person they admire and respect the most, they will naturally have many strange thoughts. Especially the opposite sex has been lazy for so many days, reading and sleeping all day long, and then getting up and standing in a loose step.

So the better these girls were just angry, but some of them simply cursed Du Ze to go to hell in their hearts!

The training time passed minute by minute, until at the end, when he saw the sun gradually moving towards the sky, Tang Zichen simply waved his hand-

"Stay immediately, prepare for dinner, and continue training after taking a nap."

After saying that, the girls who had gritted their teeth and persisted for a whole morning immediately collapsed and rested, but they still cast an indignant look at the young man beside him.

At the same time, Tang Zichen also walked to Du Ze's side.

Looking at the young man sitting on the lounge chair and looking extremely leisurely, Tang Zichen couldn't help but laugh:

"You are leisurely... After all, I am the junior brother who is the one who takes the disciples on behalf of me. Why don't you help me train your nephews?"

Du Ze smiled casually, held the books aside with his backhand, and said lightly:

"You also know that I have now entered the Dan Jin and are transporting qi and blood. It was not long ago that I just practiced the innate qi and qi and blood. For example, people like me, whether they walk, sit or lie down, are always transporting qi and blood, so naturally they don't have to force them too much..."

"... What's more, you have so many ancient boxing scriptures here. As I have been reading and thinking recently, I feel that my mood is constantly improving. Tsk tsk, even though the wisdom of the ancients has been washed by hundreds or thousands of years, I still feel deeply shocked..."

Speaking of this, Du Ze couldn't help but sigh.

When Tang Zichen heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Oh? Then you have the hope of sincereness?"

Du Ze shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No, it's still far away. I am still in the state of "understanding the mind and seeing the nature, and seeing the Tathagata". How can the true path of sincerity be so easy to achieve?"

"During ancient times, there are countless people who can see the true self and become the so-called "wise"; but those who can truly see the heaven and earth and become the "saint" that sentient beings are praised by them, only a palm is counted. Kong, Lao, Shakyamuni... The way of sincerity is really fascinating."

At the end, Du Ze couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Tang Zichen just smiled.

As a person who has entered the path of sincerity, she naturally knows how rare this level is.

pity……

Shaking her head, Tang Zichen couldn't help but sigh slightly. She didn't have any words in her mind and could not speak. Even if she wanted to say it, she could not give Du Ze any advice.

Seeing Tang Zichen's sighing eyes, Du Ze comforted her: "Don't worry, I..."

However, his eyes moved slightly at this time.

Du Ze's eyes were deep, and he threw himself several kilometers away, as if he had seen through the vast space.

"Did you feel it?"

He smiled slightly.

"Yes, I feel it..."

A beautiful smile appeared on the corner of Tang Zichen's lips.

"It seems that this time, two flies and the largest spider have all entered the trap!"

Du Ze smiled with his palm, and the divine light flowed in Tang Zichen's eyes and did not speak.

...

Several kilometers away, a young man with long-edged eyebrows sitting cross-legged on the terrace suddenly moved his face and looked several kilometers away on the dozen floors of a star-rated hotel in New York City.

Although he could not see anything, it did not prevent him from feeling a momentum that was beyond ordinary people.

"interesting……"

The young man with long eyebrows smiled faintly.

"Tang Zichen, do you feel me? But... this time I really want to know how you want to avoid this killing game?"

"only……"

The young man with long eyebrows frowned slightly.

"...Who else is that momentum from? Has there one more Danjin master in the world?"

...

The strong wind suddenly rose.

The bitter winter wind swept over the fallen leaves on the ground.

As the heavy sound of wheels slowly approached, two white young men opened the car door from Citroen and walked down casually.

"Miss Tang..." The white man "Walton" in the head laughed, looking at the villa not far away, smiling with his teeth, and his teeth reflected a cold flash in the sun.

"…This time, you're dead!"
Chapter completed!