C551 Great lama of gombe

When he left Fructus Artemisiae's room, the respect on his face was completely gone. He looked coldly at the door behind him, his lips tightly pursed, and quickly walked to the end of the room.

Standing outside the door, Chen Tao knocked on the door. This junior has something to discuss with you. "

Very soon, an empty voice came from inside, "Come in."

Chen Tao took two steps forward. "Senior, my master has matters to attend to and is unable to leave for the time being, so he specifically asked this junior to wait upon him, so as to not make things inconvenient for the great lama."

Sitting inside was one of the five protectors of the Secret Sect, High Lama Gongbu. Hearing Chen Tao's voice, the High Lama finally opened his eyes:

"I didn't come here to enjoy myself. I heard that your teacher has a "Great Perfection Palm" in his hands.

It was originally a secret art of our sect, but it was abandoned in the last apocalypse. If your master can return it, Gongbu will definitely reward you handsomely in the future. "

Chen Tao laughed and said: "High Lama Gongbu, there is no need to worry. My master has already rushed back, and he has brought back the scriptures.

However, recently in the East China Sea, there was a guy who had given his teacher a headache. Junior is too weak and cannot worry about teacher. I am truly ashamed to think about it. "

He was a man who had lived for almost a hundred years. As a good friend, he naturally knew that he was going to become a celebrity. However, since he had a request, he couldn't ask for it.

"Amongst his peers, the strength of Martial Nephew should be a fluke, right? I don't know who could make you feel that way, but my bones are a bit rusty, and I can go out to exercise. "

Chen Tao laughed brilliantly: "How many people in this world are your opponents when it comes to fighting the High Lama? The person I mentioned is called Fang Yang, and he is currently on the thirty-third floor of Yangming Hotel. "

"Thirty-third floor?" 33 days? "Hehe, this brat is quite interesting. I suddenly feel a little impatient." The High Lama revealed an evil grin. With a flash, he disappeared from the secret chamber.

Watching as the High Lama left, Chen Tao slowly walked out. Tonight was destined to be an eventful night, with undercurrents surging everywhere.

The hotel that Fang Yang stayed in was originally called the Fu Neng Hotel, but after being merged with the Yangming, it was renamed the Yangming Hotel.

Inside the room, Fang Yang chatted with Wang Qiang and the others for a long time. They were a little hungry and the sky outside had completely darkened. The few of them were too lazy to go out, so they ordered some dishes and wine to come up to the table, drinking while chatting.

As he was in the middle of drinking excitedly, Fang Yang felt all the hairs on his body standing up. He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Stay here and don't move. Wait for me to come back!"

Wang Qiang and the other two immediately knew that something had happened, but seeing as Fang Yang did not want them to interfere, or thought that their strength was of no help, he tactfully did not ask further, and simply said: "Be careful, come back for three cups of wine."

"No problem, will I be afraid of you if I drink?" While they were talking, Fang Yang walked out of the room. He immediately activated both the Golden Eye s, searching for the origin of the uneasiness, and locked onto his target at the top floor!

The Yangming Hotel was originally the personal property of the Fornum Group, and was completely for one's own use, so there were only forty floors. Fang Yang did not take the elevator, but followed the stairs that led to the safe passage and slowly walked up.

Standing in front of the last door leading to the rooftop, the chill in Fang Yang's heart had reached its peak. He could clearly feel that an extremely strong killing intent had completely locked onto him!

Since there was nowhere to run, Fang Yang did not allow himself to escape. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed open the iron door on the roof.

Standing in front of the Sky Platform Iron Door, Fang Yang could tell with a glance that the one sitting across him was the High Lama with his legs crossed, meditating. His first impression was that this person was very strong! Stronger than the Fructus Artemisiae from before!

The High Lama seemingly wanted to show off, but the true qi around his body was surging. His body was emitting a faint golden light, as if a god had descended to the mortal world. He slowly floated into the air, looking dignified and awe-inspiring.

A powerful aura pressed down towards Fang Yang like the pressure of five mountains. Fortunately, he was already prepared. He immediately activated the Power of Geomancy and set up a triangular shield in front of himself, cleverly separating the astonishing aura into two sides.

He never thought that Fang Yang would actually be able to not retreat under his imposing aura of a Pressuring. The Great Lama Gongbu was clearly surprised, and asked condescendingly: "Your name is Fang Yang?"

Fang Yang did not have the slightest expression on his face. "With your strength and identity, if you came here to look for someone, would you be wrong?"

The High Lama's eyes flashed with a stern look. He raised his right hand and a gust of wind shot towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang had always been paying attention to the movements of the High Lama, and with a gentle stroke of his left hand, he seemed indifferent, but he had already used nearly 90% of his Power of Geomancy to quietly dissipate the finger energy.

Although he was shocked, he pretended to be relaxed and asked, "I have yet to ask for the name of the High Lama and have been angered by a junior. It doesn't seem like it is the style of a senior."

Never would he have thought that Fang Yang would actually be able to melt one of his fingers.

"Now I kind of believe why you became the thorn in the heart of Fructus Artemisiae. He had strength, charisma, and was very young. As long as you have time to grow up, you will definitely become a formidable figure of your generation! "

Fang Yang rubbed his nose. Forget about how nice it sounded, as long as he heard Fructus Artemisiae, he would know that this was not a good thing.

"Hehe, who knows what will happen in the future? I really want to live a bland life, but unfortunately, there will always be people who don't want to see me live to their hearts' content. "

Seeing that Fang Yang seemed to be extremely innocent, the High Lama nodded his head, "Mn, if I were your enemy, I wouldn't want to see you grow either. As long as there's a chance, I will definitely get rid of you! "

Fang Yang looked like a dead pig that was unafraid of boiling water: "After all these, aren't we still going to fight? No matter what, you are still a senior expert, there is no need to beat around the bush like that. "

The High Lama shook his head, "You are wrong. If it was another time, I might admire you and even help you stand at the peak of your strength.

But now, since someone has entrusted me with this task, I have to go all out. Moreover, I have a premonition that if I can't defeat you today, then I won't have the chance to do so again in the future!

There are not many opportunities to personally kill a peerless genius. Since we have the luck to meet again, we definitely cannot miss it. "

Fang Yang was angered to the point of being happy: "I say, are you going to set up a memorial archway even if you want to sell something? Do we know each other? Have they ever interacted?

Just because someone said something, you took it as an imperial edict? Did I offend you? Did you steal your wife or dig up your ancestors' graves? Why do you all insist on going against me? "

The High Lama was not affected by the storm and he said, "Like I said, the chances of killing a genius with your own hands are not high!"

"There are a lot of people that want to kill me, I didn't miss you!" Bring it on! " What else was there to say?

[This guy is going to slap your face, kill you, and even beat you up!] No matter what the outcome was, Fang Yang had nowhere to retreat to.

The top of the building was at least half the size of a football field, so it was more than enough.

Gongbu didn't expect Fang Yang to be so direct, he just floated in the air, his Qi was a little turbid, just as he was about to take a breath and land, he saw Fang Yang waving his Dragon-scale Sword and rushing towards him!