Mr. Feng Da went to the Valley of the Emperor, Mr. Hua Da also went to the Valley of the Emperor, and Mr. Yue Da even went to the Valley of the Emperor. They also brought a large number of people.

Cairo City, as a reserved base, left Fang Wen to lead several Feng Wei Guards to guard the city. Fang Wen was not allowed to participate in the excavation of the Emperor Valley. This was Mr. Feng Da’s punishment for Fang Wen, and he made him think about his mistakes in the hotel. Of course, the more important reason was to protect the remains in the Emperor Valley. Anything there might be related to Shen Fu. If Fang Wen destroyed a few more pieces, Mr. Feng Da wondered if he would be unable to help but kill someone.

Thinking about your mistakes behind closed doors. Obviously, Fang Wen has never been the kind of person who can honestly think about your mistakes behind closed doors.

Although Mr. Feng Da issued a strict order to prevent Fang Wen from leaving the hotel, Fang Wen also had his own way to have fun. He wore a fancy and expensive outfit, dressed up like a playboy, asked for two bottles of expensive wine, squatted in the hotel lobby, put on a very deep and connotative pose, slowly savoring the fine wine, and constantly casting charming eyes at the beauties among the crowds coming and going in the lobby.

No matter where he is or what his situation is, Fang Wen can find some fun. If he had not had such a mentality, he would not have survived the Fang family when he was young.

With a charming smile on his face, Fang Wen gently hooked his fingers at a red-haired beauty in a golden short skirt, and then looked at the beauty in anger and was taken into the elevator by an old man who was as strong as a pig and looked like a pig. The four bodyguards behind the old man glared at Fang Wen fiercely, and Fang Wen also glared at them fiercely, provocatively pointing to the Yufeng Guards sitting on the sofa beside him. If he hadn't been thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors, Fang Wen would have compared his middle fingers to those groups.

A loud noise suddenly came from the hotel gate, and a big car that was broken and broken into a palm tree at the entrance of the hotel, smashing the palm tree to the waist and flew out. The trunk almost killed two waiters standing next to it.

The car door was violently kicked open. As his skills continued to improve, his body taller and stronger, Young Master Long walked out of the car carelessly and threw two dollars into the lobby manager who rushed over. The manager skillfully pinched two dollars and calculated it. An extremely intimate smile appeared on his face, which was originally a little anxious and angry, and he bowed to Young Master Long, and then gently bounced his fingers. Young Master Long's big ragged car and the palm tree that had just been broken were quickly cleaned up.

Carrying a huge travel bag, Long Shao was like a bear and crashed into the hotel lobby.

He walked to the reception desk, picked up a tourist who was checking in, put it next to him, gestured with his thumb, and said in Chinese: "Ah, I am Japanese, Japanese people have priority to check in, isn't it possible?" He had an ordinary person's big fist shaking in front of the angry tourist, and the tourist shut his mouth tactfully.

Although he didn't understand why a strong man who claimed to be Japanese could only speak very familiar Chinese - although his passport actually showed that he was Japanese, the receptionist with extremely high quality still handled the check-in procedures for Mr. Long. Mr. Long touched a sun hat on his head, and was sure that his ring scar was not exposed. Then he smiled proudly, glanced at Fang Wen, who was sitting in the lobby bar, and walked towards the elevator with a strange smile.

"Damn... can there be such a high Japanese in the world?" Fang Wen looked at Mr. Long's back speechlessly and rolled his eyes.

That night, Fang Wen and Young Master Long secretly connected. The two of them muttered for a while and made a few smirks of unknown significance. Fang Wen Shi Ran crawled back to his room from the exterior wall of the hotel. Young Master Long began to call the hotel's service number and asked them to send a young and beautiful tour guide to accompany him to the Imperial Valley for a while.

He smiled grimly and opened the travel bag in the closet. Inside the black demon-subduing pestle, there were at least a hundred black high-explosive grenades.

Being able to find so many grenades in such a short time after getting ashore can only say that Young Master Long, like Fang Wen, has a strange talent for certain illegal activities.

Feng Yuan, who was monitoring the group of Egyptian migrant workers in the Valley of the Kings, suddenly twitched suddenly. He felt panic and instinctively realized that something bad was going to happen. This was his intuition as a powerful warrior. This intuition had saved him several times.

Young Master Long rode a camel and followed the tour guide he provided to him. He passed by some attractions in the East Valley of the Emperor Valley and walked slowly towards the West Valley.

The tour guide was indeed a petite and beautiful girl who could speak fluent Chinese. But it was obvious that she was afraid of Long Shao who kept talking slutty and acting weird. Especially when she saw with her own eyes that Long Shao's skin color changed from that healthy gold and copper color to the miserable white that scared her in just a few minutes, which made her want to stay away from Long Shao.

The Dragon Master began to restrain the Qi in his body on the camel's back with generous elegance. The golden skin brought to him by the Immortal Golden Body. After he used the secret method to force the Qi to restrain the Qi, his skin turned strangely pale, and there was no breath of martial arts. If there were martial arts practitioners beside him at this time, they would only sense from the Dragon Master's breath that he was just a weak and sickly unlucky guy.

Two camels were still one kilometer away from the excavation site, but they were stopped by a checkpoint set up by several soldiers wearing yellow desert camouflage. A soldier with a small leader was carrying a submachine gun and pointed at Young Master Long and the female tour guide and screamed. Young Master Long took out his ears and asked with a strange smile: "Niuer, what is this guy talking about? Oh, should I learn some foreign languages ​​and play with it? Young Master Long, how stupid, I am?"

The female tour guide was a little nervous and hurriedly said to Young Master Long: "Sir, they said this place has been marked as a restricted area and we have no right to enter."

The Dragon Master looked at the soldiers and shook his head repeatedly: "No, No, No, I paid money to travel to Egypt. If I spent money, I deserve the service worthy of my money. Do you want my trip to Egypt to leave regrets? Why can't we go there?"

The girl spread her hands and glanced at Mr. Long helplessly, and said a few words to several soldiers. Then she said to Mr. Long: "Sir, they said there are foreign experts conducting archaeological excavations inside. They were sent by local garrisons to protect the excavation site from being destroyed by humans. During the excavation process, ordinary tourists cannot get close to here."

"Tell them that they insulted my personality and I will complain to the local government." Long Shao's pale face showed a hint of blush. He waved his arms vigorously, as if he shouted angrily: "This is an insult to me. Can I go to the place where the ruins are excavated and I will lose a few cultural relics? This is an insult to me!"

The female tour guide tilted his mouth and muttered a few more words to the soldiers. Several soldiers shook their heads in succession. The soldier leader gently patted the submachine gun hanging on his chest, and pointed majesticly at the way when Mr. Long and the others came. His opinion was already very clear. If he didn't want to cause trouble, he would leave here quickly.

Young Master Long rode on the camel without saying a word, wrapped his hands in front of his chest, and showed a look of how I just didn't leave.

After all, it is a major tourist country, and these soldiers had no choice but to do with Mr. Long's behavior. After a stalemate, the little leader walked into a small house next to the checkpoint and called.

After a while, three desert off-road jeeps rushed towards this side. Feng Yuan, with a serious face, stood in the car, looking at this side with a drowning look. His intuition told him that he would have danger today, but where did the danger come from? He didn't know.

This anxiety and pressure made him want to find a few people to vent his anger. So when he heard that someone wanted to force himself to pass the checkpoint to discover the "travel" on the scene, he immediately brought people to him.

He was very cautious. In addition to the top master who had injected two S-A-1 yuan liquid in the three jeeps, the other thirteen people had also injected various elite disciples with low-level internal strength ranging from 30 to 50 years. In addition to some of the powerful weapons they carried with them, it would be impossible for only two people to threaten them.

Feng Yuan decided that the male tourist would let him evaporate immediately. The female tour guide who heard she was pretty good-looking would have an experience that she would never forget in her life, before she met the God of the Underworld.

Feng Yuan was even more satisfied with the two people outside the checkpoint. A girl tour guide who was indeed very beautiful, a big guy with a weak breath. There is no more ideal target than this. These are two fragile and vulnerable ants. Gently stroking his cheeks that were perfect like a statue, Feng Yuan moaned in a low voice. Perfect, powerful, is there any better existence in the world than himself? Such a small creature can bring a hint of pleasure to themselves, which is also their honor.

The disciples of the Fengmen jumped out of the jeep, and Young Master Long smiled. When these people jumped out of the car, their bodies were fluttering, and there was no splash of sand at the feet. This was the disciple of the Fengmen, yes. As for the one who led the lead, well, very handsome, a little more handsome than Young Master Long. Look at the meticulous dress and the pair of sapphire cufflinks on his cuffs that Fang Wen emphasized, this guy is this guy.

Lazyly climbed down the camel, and Young Master Long walked to Feng Yuan with his arms shaking his arms and put it on Feng Yuan's shoulder. He shouted loudly: "You shouldn't do this. We Japanese should be very welcome no matter where we are. How can you block all the attractions? This is not good for the overall economic development of Egypt!"

When the Dragon Master reached out to Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan wanted to avoid it. But when he saw the slow, soft and weak arm without any strength, Feng Yuan smiled proudly. There is no need to avoid it. Let him perform arrogantly for a while first, and then use the most cruel means to let him know how terrible the end would be if he provoked someone. It's so interesting and interesting. Feng Yuan felt that he was just an emperor who was visiting privately in plain clothes. Facing those arrogant local officials, he felt very satisfied and arrogant. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Sir, your accent doesn't look like a Japanese, right?" Feng Yuan decided to tease this tall waste again.

"Ah, you don't know, it's convenient to do things with a Japanese passport? If you are caught doing something bad, at least it won't embarrass the Chinese, right?" Mr. Long smiled proudly and raised his eyebrows. He grabbed the sun hat on his head and frowned and asked, "But your behavior is too inappropriate. Tell me..."

"Sir, I don't know anything." Feng Yuan looked at the Long Shao putting his arms on his shoulders, almost all his thick waisted arms, and smiled with satisfaction: "This is to protect the remains, because all the cultural relics we excavated belong to the Egyptian government, and we only have the right to study, so it is reasonable for local governments to send garrisons." That's great. If you slowly cut a knife, you can at least 3,600 knives. This is called fine cut of fish scales, which is a pastime activity that Feng Yuan once liked very much. Such a thick arm is the best material.

"Is it reasonable?" Long Shao didn't want to continue playing with Feng Yuan. He sighed, "Everyone is reasonable, but you guys..."

The Long Master's skin suddenly became golden, and the arm he used to hold Feng Yuan's body to become as powerful as a giant python. A terrible force burst out with his arm, which tied Feng Yuan tightly on his chest. The Long Master's thick and hard knees slammed Feng Yuan's lower body from bottom to top.

Feng Yuan screamed in a "wailing" and felt a red iron stake piercing straight into his lower abdomen from the underside. He could clearly hear the sound of comminuted fractures of his thigh bone and pelvic bone. The arm holding his shoulder had a surprisingly terrifying force. His left shoulder clavicle, half of the cervical vertebrae, and half of the ribs on the left made constant roars like fried beans. The bones were crushed into pieces while breathing.

The close-range confrontation between the Immortal Golden Body and the Fengmen Yufeng Jing, Yufeng Jing lost a lot. After giving up the speed and distance, Feng Yuan was vulnerable to the front of the Long Shao.

‘Hmph!’, Young Master Long punched his right arm hard, and a golden light emitted from the joints of his fist, and he punched Feng Yuan in his chest with a fierce punch.

Feng Yuan raised the real power of two Jiazi in his body, and a roar of blood spurted out from his mouth with a tragic howl. He had already used the most violent "blood shadow escape technique" of Fengmen. His real power swelled like a bubble, and his volume instantly expanded ten times. Feng Yuan suddenly increased his strength and broke free from Long Shao's hug, and his body was like an arrow that was separated from the string, retreating sharply.

Young Master Long still underestimated Feng Yuan's cultivation. When he swung his fist hard, he did not hug him hard. His fist was knocked out, and those who saw this punch nearby all had the illusion of space collapse. His body seemed to rush towards Young Master Long's fist involuntarily. Only Feng Yuan retreated backwards in the whistling qi. The fist barely hit his chest, and did not really hit him.

However, this was enough. The ten thousand pounds of punch smashed Feng Yuan's ribs into pieces, and the fist swelled up his upper clothes, lifting up a large piece of flesh and blood from his predecessor. Feng Yuan howled wildly in pain.

Thirteen disciples of the Fengmen were like thirteen big birds. They suddenly drew out a sharp soft sword and rose into the air dozens of meters high. Their bodies floated down in strange arcs and sent a storm-like attack on Long Shao. Countless sword lights formed a light curtain and tilted down. The sunlight shone on the sword curtain, causing dazzling glare. Several soldiers and female tour guides groaned. They just looked for a while and fainted.

The Dragon Master roared a few times, and his skin had turned purely into red and gold. His eyes were also replaced by a faint golden light. He pulled out the small demon-subduing pestle from the big travel bag behind him, and gently waved it around him in an instant, and swung one hundred and thirty pestles in an instant.

‘Ding～～～～’, with a long sword sound, at that moment, Young Master Long was stabbed at least hundreds of swords, but there was no trace on his skin. Instead, the demon-subduing pestle he swung was fairly distributed to the thirteen disciples of the wind sect. Each of them was beaten ten pestles and was beaten into meat paste and sprayed out.

"Roar~~~" Mr. Long shouted proudly to the sky. The devil of the Tianmen seemed not strong!

Take the previous step, Young Master Long will kill Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan exhausted his last little strength and howled at the top of his lungs: "Master~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Feng Yuan's pupils shrank into the size of a very thin needle tip. He looked at Long Shao tightly and engraved Long Shao's face in his heart. If he did not die, he would use the most tragic method to retaliate against Long Shao. If he could not die today... Feng Yuan felt that if he could not die today, he would donate one billion US dollars to the charity organization.

"Bold!" A green shadow roared from a distance. The speed was so fast that Long Shao clearly felt that the person who rushed over was at least ten times faster than him!

There was a very thin cold light in front of the Qingying. A ray of sharp energy was more than a hundred meters away from Long Shao, which had already pierced Long Shao's skin and ached faintly.

The extremely high speed brings great power. Combined with the special alloy stabbing sword of the Fengmen, even if the Long Shao's immortal golden body approaches great success, he will not dare to withstand this sword.

He quickly flashed, and a wisp of sharp energy slashed over Long Shao's body. Long Shao roared and retreated quickly to the back. The demon-subduing pestle quickly swung hundreds of pestles. The speed of his body was not as fast as that of the green shadow, but with the huge energy and powerful **, the speed of Long Shao's swing of the demon-subduing pestle was even comparable to that of Mr. Yue Da's sword.

A black whirlwind rolled up in the desert, and wisps of refreshing sandalwood drifted away with the wind.

"Okay, the 'Silent Pestle Method' of the Dawei Zen Temple of Buddhism!" A green shadow wrapped around the black breeze and rotated rapidly. Countless extremely thin silver lights kept piercing towards the black breeze, but they could not break through the black breeze's protective circle. The black breeze was howling, and the sunlight shone on the black breeze, and the light and shadow of the demon-subduing Wei Tuo faintly flashed inside. The silver light and the black light shadow collided, making a deafening loud noise, just like a shell emitted by a heavy cannon constantly exploded in the desert, and bullet craters with a diameter of about three meters and a depth of four or five meters were everywhere on the ground.

Mr. Feng Da became more and more shocked the more he beat. This person who used the method of Nirvana was even several times stronger than him. Especially when his qi was whistling, in addition to the sandalwood smell carried by the demon-subduing pestle, there was also a very light fragrance that made people calm and concentrate, empty and made people feel that they had no strength to fight. He just wanted to sit on the ground and recite scriptures and worship Buddha, and simply pick his hair and be a monk.

"Cultivate the immortal golden body outside, practice the 'restraint Zen skill' internally, use the 'restraint pestle' method', which monk in the Buddhist Dawei Zen Temple is you? Isn't there a certain degree of Feng's disciple who hides his head and shrinks his tail?" Mr. Feng roared angrily. The immortal golden body, the entrusting Zen skill, and the straint pestle are the magical skills of the Buddhist Dawei Zen Temple, which is not something that ordinary people can practice. Sometimes, when there is no suitable candidate, even the presidency of the Dawei Zen Temple may not be able to practice one of the techniques.

Mr. Feng Da has never heard of him who can practice the three magical skills!

"I'm not those old monks who practice behind closed doors all day long and only want to live a few more years! Hehe, I'm your ancestor, don't you know me?"

Young Master Long laughed wildly and suddenly shouted: "Wei Tuo opened the mountain! Let me die!"

‘Huh~~～～’, the black wind cluster gathered into a black qi, like a huge pillar, smashing it towards Mr. Feng Da.

Mr. Feng Da even had an illusion that no matter how his body movements changed, this stick would hit him on his head. "Good Kung Fu! It turned out to be the rising star of Dawei Zen Temple!" Mr. Feng Da's heart was heavy. He took a long breath, did not dodge or avoid it. He stood there, stabbing the sword with his right hand slowly, and sneered: "The Great Wind Sword Strong! Break!"

The wind stormed up on the flat ground, and the blue storm gathered into a blue tornado several meters thick, facing the stick composed of black energy.

With a loud bang, Mr. Feng Da bleed and retreated. He exclaimed: "How old are you? Your skills are several times stronger than Mr. This!" If Fengmen had not had a unique power-removing technique that could transfer 700 to 80% of the enemy's attack power, Mr. Feng Da had been killed by Long Shao with one blow.

"Three golden bodhi fruits and one colorful holy relics, how does it feel?" Long Shao laughed wildly. Although his hands were a little numb, his meridians were a little sour, and his left shoulder was even scratched hard by Mr. Feng Da's sword energy, which was extremely omnipresent and invasive, he still looked unscathed. He remembered Fang Wen's advice before leaving: "The elders of Tianmen all have strange skills, so there is no need to fight with them. You kill the mess that I don't like."

As expected, we cannot underestimate the old devils in Tianmen.

Moreover, Mr. Feng Da and others are not among the strongest elders in the Tianmen? Mr. Feng Da is only in his early fifties. His master and even his master are still living in the world, but they are all in seclusion like the elders of Longmen, practicing in seclusion to seek breakthroughs.

When he thought of this, Young Master Long underestimated the heroes of the world because of his nearly great achievements. The hearts of heroes in the world finally restrained themselves. It was like a big hedgehog was burned by fire, and the thorns finally became much smoother. People are always making continuous progress.

With Mr. Long as the cultivation level of more than ten Jiazi, he practiced the most powerful Dharma protector and demon-subduing technique in Buddhism. With his full force, Mr. Feng Da removed most of his attack with a wonderful technique. Mr. Feng Da just spat out a mouthful of blood in an understatement. Mr. Long knew that his experience was still too scarce. If the old monks in the sect were changed, if they could have the Dragon Master's body of energy, Mr. Feng Da was probably bombarded into pieces just now.

Mr. Long frowned and nodded, "Experience can only be increased by fighting."

He was savoring his experience here, and a sharp sword energy that made Long Shao frightened was already slashed behind him.

Mr. Yueda used his sword to control people, slid across the space in the air, brought up a red sword aura of about a meter long fist, and shouted loudly: "Boy, eat your Uncle Yue's sword!"

The Dragon Master turned around and blasted it down. The Demon Subduing Pestle made by the Ten Thousand Years Ebony Wood Heart had a slight contact with Mr. Yueda's long sword. The Demon Subduing Pestle did not make any sound when the sword energy passed, and it was cut into two pieces. The sword intent was spitting out of the sword, and the sword energy was still about a mile away from the sword tip, and the sword energy had already hurt him.

A blood arrow spurted out from his chest, and Mr. Long turned around and ran away without saying a word.

It would be fine if he met the leader of the Feng Sect, who was the best in the world, but he also met the leader of the Yue Sect, who was known as the best in the world. If he didn't leave, he would probably stay here. Mr. Long didn't believe that the people in the Tianmen would raise him with delicious food and drink. If he didn't leave now, when would he stay? He thought: "This sandalwood pestle is still not good. When he goes back, he has to bring out the treasure that has been passed down from ancient times in his hand. That thing is not invaded by water and fire, and is not injured by swords and weapons. Except for Mr. Long, who else is worthy of that big treasure in the Dawei Zen Temple?"

"Hehe!" A few strange laughs were heard in succession. Young Master Long noticed that Mr. Yueda had chased him less than three meters away. He immediately pulled a thin rope on the strap of his travel bag.

More than a hundred high-explosion grenades exploded behind Long Shao's back. Long Shao's immortal golden body was like a large steel plate that forced most of the explosion shock waves and shrapnel to rush behind him. The caught off guard was plotted by Long Shao's shameless move. He had no time to use the sword aura to protect his body and spurted a little blood all over his body, and was stabbed by shrapnel like a sieve.

Mr. Feng Da saw a flash of fire, and Mr. Yue Da was covered in black smoke and blood fountains, flying back in a very embarrassing manner. He cursed angrily: "What a cunning boy! What a golden body! The first time I saw someone who practiced the golden body, I really dared to tie a bomb to his body and explode. Is this boy dead?"

In the firelight, the Dragon Young Master, whose skin was blown to pieces, howled loudly and rushed out like a crazy bull. His speed was not as fast as the Fengmen, but it was more than ten times faster than the so-called 100-meter world champions. He made a few big strides and soon lost his trace.

"Immortal Golden Body, the Buddhist magic skill that is the best in the world's defense! It's true that it is well-known." Mr. Feng Da looked at Mr. Long's back gloomy. He wanted to chase him, but the faintly painful meridians in his body told him that he could not act rashly now. Who knows if Mr. Long came alone? Perhaps dozens of old monks from the Dawei Chan Temple were carrying the demon-subduing pestle and hiding. Mr. Feng Da dared not take this risk.

He opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood. Mr. Feng Da directed his disciples to send Mr. Yue Da and Feng Yuan to treat him. Mr. Yue Da's injuries were very mild, but he was shocked by the reckless decisiveness of Long. Feng Yuan's injuries were in trouble. His lower body was almost broken, and it would be impossible to cure it without going to the spacecraft for treatment.

Mr. Feng Da's face looked ugly and lit his right hand towards Mr. Yue Er and others. His fair arms were covered with a layer of dull golden light, and a faint smell of sandalwood came from a faint smell. Mr. Yue Er and others changed their expressions. Mr. Yue Er asked cautiously: "The great success of Zen skills in the guise will hurt people and leave fragrance... The immortal golden body is close to the great success, and the passage of the body is transmitted to the stalking of human limbs. Senior brother, this..."

"Drive that kid at all costs." Mr. Feng Da said gloomyly: "My Feng Sect has finally produced a peerless genius, but it has not yet matured. At least in the next three years, there is no need to expect Fang Wen to make any contributions to the sect. And this kid dares to attack Feng Yuan and fights with me and Senior Brother Yue. Whether it is courage or cultivation, it is the best choice. Especially he is cruel and ruthless, and can tie a bomb to himself to escape..."

The muscles on his face twitched a few times, and Mr. Feng said solemnly: "In the short term, this boy will determine the trouble of his confidant. You cannot leave such a strong opponent for Fang Wen. There is a huge gap in character compared to him. You cannot keep him."

A wooden sign was removed from his neck and handed it to Mr. Feng Er. Mr. Feng Da said in a deep voice: "Second junior brother, take our Feng Ling and invite the Grand Master of the Sect and Yuemen to come out of the mountain. Kill this son with all his strength."

"Taoshizu and the others?" The person who heard Mr. Feng Da's words trembled at the same time. The first chapter of the human path, goodbye,
Chapter completed!