At this moment, Zhou Jiaqi was standing behind Mr. Zhou, her hands tightly grasping the corner of Mr. Zhou's clothes. Although her face was flat on you, there was an unspeakable depression in her heart.
At this moment, a young monk ran in and said to the three old monks: "Elder, the person you mentioned has already got off the plane and will arrive at the foot of Mount Song in half an hour."
"Haha, Xiao Fan, it's going to be lively now." After Master Zhou heard the young monk's words, he guessed that Leng Fan was here, so he laughed and finally said: "Now you still have a chance, let go With that little girl, I'll help you intercede, everyone is in peace, otherwise once the eyes are red, no one can persuade anyone."
The expressions of the three old monks were obviously hesitating. Although they had never seen Leng Fan, they also knew that Leng Fan’s strength was too strong. It’s really like Old Master Zhou said. The result was a loss for both sides.
"Master Zhou, you must go back and persuade that young man, I don't want to be an enemy of Shaolin Temple. In this way, after he comes, you bring him here, let's talk with him first." The middle old monk said.
Elder Zhou replied: "Yes, but based on my understanding of Xiaofan, it doesn't matter what you say. Let the little girl go early. This is what you should do the most."
After Grandpa Zhou said these words, he took Zhou Jiaqi out of the thatched cottage and walked down the mountain.
"Grandpa, when I saw them, the three old monks felt as if their bodies were being held down by the mountains. They all seemed to be breathless." After Zhou Jiaqi walked out of the thatched house, she felt relieved.
Father Zhou vented his anger and replied: "Of course, these three elders are immortal, they are all over three digits of age, and their strengths are all in the first rank of supernatural powers. Anyone who walks out alone can be alone, and the three together can make Shaolin Temple stand tall. The pinnacle of the power world."
"Grandpa, then, if Leng Fan really fights with them, will it be dangerous?" Of course Zhou Jiaqi was concerned about Leng Fan, so she asked.
Zhou Jiaqi looked back at the Shaolin Temple half of the hill, and after a moment of silence, he replied heavily: "It's hard to say that Shaolin Temple has existed for so many years. On the surface, Shaolin Temple is definitely not Leng Fan's opponent, but who can guarantee that Shaolin Temple has no trump cards? I hope that Shaolin Temple can take a step back. In the end, it will only hurt both sides."
After Zhou Jiaqi heard it, her heart immediately thumped, and she became worried for Leng Fan.
Elder Zhou then smiled and said: "Actually, I really want them to fight. Grandpa, I haven't seen a fight between superpowers for a long time. It's really a fight from the sky, especially Leng Fan. Strength, haha..."
"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, okay? Leng Fan will get hurt." Zhou Jiaqi stomped fiercely, expressing her dissatisfaction.
After seeing him, Mr. Zhou laughed louder.
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Leng Fan had indeed arrived at the airport near Songshan, and after he walked out of the airport, the local National Security Bureau had already prepared a special car for him, and a person who was very familiar with Shaolin Temple gave him a detailed explanation of the overall strength of Shaolin Temple.
"According to our National Security Bureau's understanding of Shaolin Temple, there are three first-class abilities in the Shaolin Temple elders group, six second-rank abilities, and many third- and fourth-rank abilities who are not in the elder group. There are more than 500 people..."
Leng Fan listened to the introduction to Shaolin Temple. Although he was not afraid of Shaolin Temple, he knew about the world of supernatural powers. A first-class superpower could dominate a party. Shaolin Temple with three superpowers could already be called the top king of the pyramid. Up.
"There is also a gossip. Shaolin Temple may have innate strong people sitting in town, and there may be two, but this news has not been confirmed."
Leng Fan was not surprised at all when he heard that, the Shaolin Temple with three first-class supernatural powers, one or two innate is already normal, and in his eyes, no matter how terrible the opponent is, he must rescue his sister.
Half an hour later, at the foot of Songshan Mountain.
Leng Fan stepped out of the car, thinking that there would be Shaolin monks lined up'welcome' him, knowing that after getting off the car, he saw a large group of black and crushed heads, all tourists from all over the world. Called their respective tour groups to go up the mountain.
"Mr. Leng, the front mountain of Shaolin Temple is now a sacred place for tourism, and most of the monks in the front mountain are just ordinary monks. Like ordinary people, they don't know anything about the supernatural world, so please don't disturb their lives." After saying these words, the people immediately returned to the car and drove away, very fast, guessing that they were not willing to stay here long.
Standing in the crowd, Leng Fan looked at the front mountain of Shaolin Temple. At this moment, Shen Shi scanned the entire Mount Song.
The front mountain of Shaolin Temple was instantly seen by him. Most of the places were tourists, but in the back mountain, his vision was difficult to see clearly, and near there he found Mr. Zhou and Zhou Jiaqi, they were walking forward. Come.
"My Amitabha, the benefactor, don't come here unharmed, do you remember the poor monk?" Suddenly, a smiling monk appeared in front of Leng Fan. From the monk's tone, he heard that the monk had known Leng Fan a long time ago.
Leng Fan glanced at the monk, and it immediately appeared in his mind that he was working as a night guard at a construction site some time after he had just descended the mountain. One night, there was a murder case at his construction site, which was done by a zombie-like ability, and then a supernatural monk appeared to subdue the zombie. The monk in front of him was the monk that night, and the first supernatural person Leng Fan met after he went down the mountain.
"Master Huitong, it turned out to be a monk from Shaolin Temple." Leng Fan didn't have any extra feelings when facing the monk, because they were not familiar with each other, they were just a fate.
"Leng Fan benefactor, never expected you to be an innate strong person. Lao Na only knew it a few days ago. It's really a mistake." Huitong smiled.
"Master Huitong, let's stop talking nonsense. Since you are a monk of Shaolin Temple, you should know why I came here. Put my sister right away, or I will level your entire Shaolin Temple." Leng Fan is not in the mood now. Reminiscing with this monk, in his eyes this monk is already the opposite person, so there is no reason to be polite.
Huitong didn’t seem to have thought that Leng Fan would be so unkind. He didn’t even greet him with a few words, so he threatened him directly. "Leng Fan’s donor, although Lao Na is a Shaolin monk, he is not one of the elders, so he didn’t. Qualified to speak to you on behalf of Shaolin Temple, Lao Na only waited for the donor here because of a previous acquaintance."
Leng Fan immediately replied, "Since this is the case, please ask Master Huitong to stand aside. After I rescue my sister, it will not be too late for us to retell the old times. Goodbye." After speaking, he immediately bypassed the monk. , Walked towards the mountain.
Hui Tong is embarrassed and wants to stay. In fact, his purpose of standing here is to want his own three-inch tongue so that Leng Fan should not be an enemy of Shaolin Temple, but now he understands that Leng Fan’s attitude is absolutely nothing. There is room for discussion. Either let the little girl go or start a fight on the Shaolin Temple Mountain, there is no third way to go.
Leng Fan followed the flow of people to the mountain. Along the way, his spiritual sense discovered that many Shaolin monks were secretly monitoring him. But he didn't pay attention. He had to enter the Shaolin Temple first. After entering the Shaolin Temple, he believed that someone would come to receive him. Of course, if there is no one, then he can only do a little damage.
Twenty minutes later, Leng Fan stood under the gate of Shaolin Temple. The old gate plaque left the vicissitudes of life. Looking at the entire gate of Shaolin Temple, he could feel that Shaolin Temple has experienced countless lives and deaths over the past thousand years.
"Xiao Fan, you are here." Elder Zhou walked out from the front door.
"Master Zhou, it's okay if you are okay. I'm worried that the Shaolin Temple will embarrass you." Although Leng Fan knew that Master Zhou was okay, he still said so.
"Xiao Fan, Shaolin Temple is also a big sect, how can it embarrass me as an ordinary person. Let's not say, you go to Houshan with me, and we will question the group of bald donkeys together." Old man Zhou said.
Leng Fan nodded.
Then Leng Fan looked at Zhou Jiaqi. Before he could speak, Zhou Jiaqi said apologetically: "Xiao Fan, I'm sorry, you handed Xiao Ye to me, but I didn't protect her."
Leng Fan quickly replied: "Jiaqi, it's not your fault. You are fine if you are fine. I will leave the rest to me. I will let them understand that this world is not something they can do what they want. , Bullying everyone around me must pay a price."
Leng Fan is very, very domineering, and the aura that he exudes at this time makes Zhou Jiaqi feel a strong sense of security both physically and mentally. Zhou Jiaqi smiled beautifully and stopped talking. She knew that women should stand behind men most at this time.
Afterwards, Leng Fan walked into the Shaolin Temple behind Mr. Zhou, and his destination was the simple thatched cottage in Houshan.
At the same time, Monk Na Huitong came to the thatched house ahead of time from the trail and told the elders of Shaolin Temple about his views on Leng Fan.
"It seems that today's battle is inevitable, hey! Tell the host of Qianshan to let the tourists go down the mountain, and at the same time let all the ordinary monks go down, tell the people from the National Security Bureau to send someone to seal the mountain."
"Boom, boom, boom..." A few minutes later, the entire Shaolin Temple's mountain bell rang, and the monks in Qianshan began to know that the tourists were going down the mountain. All the doors of the Shaolin Temple were locked, and the monks followed the tourists down the mountain with doubts. went.
