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Mr. Feng Da went to the Valley of the Kings, Mr. Hua Da also went to the Valley of the Kings, and Mr. Yueda even went to the Valley of the Kings. They also brought with them a large number of men.

Cairo City, as a preparatory receiving base, left Fang Wen to lead a few wind guards to garrison. Not allowing Fang Wen to participate in the excavation of the Valley of the Kings was Mr. Fengda's punishment for Fang Wen and made him think about it behind closed doors in the hotel. Of course, the main reason is to protect the ruins in the Valley of the Kings. Anything there could be related to Shen Fu, and if Fang Wen destroyed a few more pieces, Mr. Feng Da wondered if he would be tempted to kill someone.

Behind closed doors. Obviously, Fang Wen has never been the kind of person who can honestly think behind closed doors.

Although Mr. Feng Da issued a strict order not to allow Fang Wen to leave the hotel, Fang Wen also had his own way of having fun. He wore a fancy and expensive costume, dressed like a playboy, asked for two bottles of expensive wine, squatted in the lobby of the hotel, posed a very deep and connotative Pose, slowly tasted the wine, and kept throwing winks at the beauties in the lobby.

No matter where he is, no matter what his situation is, Fang Wen can let himself find a little fun. If he hadn't had such a mentality, he would not have survived in 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 short golden dress, and then watched in great anger as the beauty was brought into the elevator by the waist of an old man who was as strong as a pig and looked like a pig at least in his early eighties. The four bodyguards behind the old man glared at Fang Wen viciously, and Fang Wen also glared at them viciously, and defiantly pointed at the wind guards sitting on several sofas next to him. If it weren't for the fact that he was in a state of thinking behind closed doors, Fang Wen would have given his middle finger to that group of people.

There was a sudden loud bang at the entrance of the hotel, and a battered car staggered into a palm tree in front of the hotel, smashing the palm tree and flying out, and the trunk almost killed the two waiters standing nearby.

The car door was violently kicked open, and with the continuous improvement of his skills, Long Shao, who was a little taller and stronger, walked out of the car with a grin, and threw two dollars to the lobby manager who hurried over. The manager skillfully pinched two bundles of dollars, calculated for a moment, and immediately showed an extremely affectionate smile on his face, which was originally a little anxious and angry, bowed to Long Shao, and then flicked his fingers lightly. Long Shao's tattered car and the palm trees that had just been knocked off were quickly cleaned up.

Carrying a huge travel bag, Long Shao slammed into the hotel lobby like a bear.

He walked to the reception desk, picked up a tourist who was checking in, put it next to him, gestured his thumb to himself, and said in Chinese: "Ah, I'm Japanese, Japanese people have priority check-in, isn't it?" He shook his fist the size of an ordinary man's head in front of the angry tourist, who kept his mouth shut in amusement.

Although I don't understand why a strong man who claims to be Japanese can only speak Chinese - although his passport really shows that he is Japanese, the highly qualified front desk receptionist still checks in Long Shao. Long Shao touched a sun hat buttoned on his head, and was sure that his ring scar was not exposed, so he laughed proudly, glanced at Fang Wen who was sitting in the lobby bar, and walked to the elevator with a strange smile.

"... Can there be such a tall Japanese in the world? Fang Wen looked at Long Shao's back speechlessly and rolled his eyes.

That night, Fang Wen smoothly and Long Shao secretly connected their heads, the two muttered and discussed for a while, and after a few troubles of unknown meaning, Fang Wen Shi Ran climbed back to his room from the outer wall of the hotel. As for Long Shao, he began to call the hotel's service number and asked them to send a young and beautiful tour guide to accompany him to the Valley of the Kings for a while.

With a sinister smile, he opened the travel bag in the closet, and in addition to the swarthy demon slaying pestle, there were a large number of at least a hundred swarthy high-explosive grenades.

Being able to find so many grenades in such a short period of time after going ashore can only be said that Long Shao, like Fang Wen, has a strange talent for some illegal activities.

Feng Yuan, who was monitoring the excavation ruins of the group of Egyptian migrant workers in the Valley of the Kings, suddenly twitched sharply from the corner of his eyes. He panicked, instinctively sensing that something not so good was about to happen. This was his instinct as a powerful martial artist, and this instinct had saved him several times.

Long Shao rode a camel, followed closely behind the guide assigned to him by the hotel, and passed some scenic spots in the East Valley of the Imperial Valley, and walked slowly towards the West Valley.

The tour guide is indeed a petite and beautiful girl who can speak fluent Chinese. But it was clear that she was afraid of Long Shao, who was constantly spewing foul words and acting strangely. Especially when she saw with her own eyes that Long Shao's complexion had changed from that healthy golden copper color to a miserable white that scared her in just a few minutes, which made her want to stay away from Long Shao.

Long Shao was very generous on the back of the camel and began to converge the qi in his body. The golden skin brought to him by the immortal golden body, after he used the secret method to forcibly restrain the Gang Qi, the skin turned a strange white, and it did not carry the breath of martial cultivation at all. At this time, if Wu Xiu was around, they would only sense from Long Shao's breath that he was just a frail and sickly unlucky bastard.

The two camels were a kilometre away from the excavation site when they were stopped by a checkpoint set up by several soldiers dressed in yellow desert camouflage. The soldier who looked like a small leader was carrying a submachine gun, pointing at Long Shao and the female tour guide and screaming nonsense. Long Shao plucked out his ears and asked with a strange smile: "Niu'er, what kind of bird language does this kid say?" Ouch, should I learn a foreign language and have fun? Am I stupid? ”

The female guide was a little nervous, and hurriedly said to Long Shao: "Sir, they said that this place has been designated as a forbidden area, and we have no right to enter." ”

Long Shao glanced at the soldiers and shook his head repeatedly: "No, No, No, I came to Egypt for money." I spend money, and I deserve services that are worth my money. Do you want my trip to Egypt to leave me with regrets? Why can't we go over? ”

The girl spread her hands, glanced at Long Shao helplessly, and said a few words to a few soldiers. Then she said to Long Shao: "Sir, they said that there are foreign experts conducting archaeological excavations inside. They were sent by the local garrison to protect the excavation site from vandalism. During the excavation, ordinary tourists are not allowed to approach here. ”

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

The female guide crooked her mouth and muttered a few more words to the soldiers. Several soldiers shook their heads again and again, and the leader of the soldiers gently patted the submachine gun hanging on his chest, and pointed majestically to the way Long Shao and them came. His opinion is already clear, if you don't want to make trouble, get out of here quickly.

Long Shao rode on the camel without saying a word, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and put on a posture of what I am if you don't go.

After all, it is a big tourist country, and these soldiers have nothing to do about Long Shao's behavior, and after a stalemate, the little leader walked into a small house next to the sentry post and dialed the phone.

After a while, three desert off-road jeeps drove towards this side quickly, and Feng Yuan, who had a serious face, stood in the car, looking at this side with gloomy eyes. His instincts tell him that today he will be in danger, but where does 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 as soon as he heard that someone wanted to force his way through the checkpoint to discover the 'tour' of the site, he immediately brought someone to him.

He was very cautious, except for him, the top master who had injected two S-A-1 yuan liquids in the three jeeps, the other thirteen people were also elite disciples who had been injected with various low-grade and internal strength ranging from thirty to fifty years. Coupled with some of the high-powered weapons they carried with them, it was impossible for just two people to pose a threat to them.

Feng Yuan decided, and the male tourist made him evaporate immediately. I heard that the female tour guide is still very good-looking, she will have an experience that she will never forget for the rest of her life, before she meets the god of the underworld.

Glancing at the two people outside the checkpoint, Feng Yuan was even more satisfied. A young girl guide who is indeed very beautiful, and a waste with a large body but a weak breath. It doesn't get much more desirable than that. These are two fragile and vulnerable ants. Gently stroking his perfect statue-like cheek, Feng Yuan whispered. Perfect, powerful, is there a better existence in the world than yourself? It is also their honor that such a small creature can bring a trace of pleasure to themselves.

The Fengmen disciples dodged and jumped out of the jeep one after another, and Long Shao grinned. When these people jumped out of the car, their bodies were fluttering, and there was no sand under their feet, this is a Fengmen disciple, that's right. As for the one who took the lead, well, it's very handsome, very handsome, a little more handsome than the dragon. Look at the meticulous dress, and the pair of sapphire cufflinks on his cuffs that Fang Wen emphasized, this is it.

Lazily climbed off the camel, Long Shao shook his arms and walked in front of Feng Yuan, and grabbed Feng Yuan's shoulder. He cried out, "You should not do this." We Japanese people should be welcomed wherever we are. How can you lock down all the attractions? This is not good for the overall economic development of Egypt! ”

When Long Shao's hand reached out to Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan wanted to avoid it. But seeing the arm that was slow and soft without any strength, Feng Yuan smiled proudly. There's no need to avoid it, let him perform arrogantly for a while, and then, use the most cruel means to let him know what a terrible end it will be to provoke someone. It's fun, it's fun. Feng Yuan felt that he was an emperor who was in plainclothes for private visits, and in the face of those arrogant local petty officials, he had a very satisfied sense of superiority. He was very comfortable with this feeling.

"This gentleman, your accent doesn't look like you're Japanese, is it?" Feng Yuan decided to tease the tall waste again.

"Ah, you don't know, it's convenient to do things with a Japanese passport? In case you do something bad and get caught, at least don't you embarrass the Chinese? Long Shao smiled proudly, his brows furrowed. He grabbed the sun hat on his head, frowned and asked, "But your behavior is too inappropriate." Tell me ... ”

"Sir doesn't know." Feng Yuan looked at Long Shao on his shoulder, almost all of his waist thick arms, and said with satisfaction: "This is to protect the relics, because all the cultural relics we excavate belong to the Egyptian government, and we only have the right to research, so it is also very reasonable for the local government to send garrisons." "That's great, such a thick arm, if you go down slowly, you can cut at least 3,600 knives. This is called fish scale shaping, and it is a pastime that Feng Yuan once liked very much. Such a thick arm is the best material.

"Does it make sense?" Long Shao didn't want to play with Feng Yuan anymore. He sighed, "Everyone else is reasonable, but you guys... ”

Long Shao's skin suddenly became golden, and the arm he held around Feng Yuan became as powerful as a giant python. A terrifying force erupted from his arm, binding Feng Yuan to his chest, and Long Shao's thick and hard knees slammed into Feng Yuan's lower body from the bottom up.

Feng Yuan let out a scream, he felt a red-hot iron stake stab into his lower abdomen from the lower yin, and he clearly heard the sound of his thigh bone and pelvic bone being comminuted. The arm that wrapped around his shoulder had a terrifying power, and his left shoulder collarbone, half of the cervical vertebrae, and the left half of the rib made a constant roar like fried beans at the same time, and those bones were crushed in the middle of breathing.

The close confrontation between the immortal golden body and the wind gate and the wind control meridian, the wind resistance was defeated and lost. Giving up speed and distance, Feng Yuan was vulnerable in front of Long Shao.

'Huh! Long Shao's right arm punched violently, and the knuckles of his fist released a golden light, and a fierce punch slammed towards Feng Yuandang's chest.

Feng Yuan raised the true strength of the two jiazi in his body, and spewed out a blood fountain from his mouth with a miserable howl, and he had already performed the most ruthless 'Blood Shadow Escape Method' of Fengmen. His true strength swelled up like foam, and his volume instantly expanded tenfold, and Feng Yuan suddenly broke free from Long Shao's embrace, and his body was like an arrow off the string, and he retreated sharply.

Long Shao still underestimated Feng Yuan's cultivation. When he threw his fist hard, he didn't hold him hard. His fist blasted out, and the people nearby who saw this punch had the illusion that the space was collapsing, and his body seemed to involuntarily pounce on Long Shao's fist, and only Feng Yuan retreated sharply in the roaring Gang Qi. The fist hit him in the chest, but it didn't really hit him.

That's enough, though. The 10,000-pound punch smashed Feng Yuan's ribs to pieces, and the fist exploded his upper clothes, revealing a large piece of skin and flesh from his predecessor, which was really flesh and blood, and Feng Yuan howled madly in pain.

The thirteen Fengmen disciples were like thirteen big birds, suddenly pulled out their sharp soft swords, soared into the air dozens of meters high, and their bodies fell down in strange arcs, sending out a stormy attack on Long Shao. Countless points of sword light formed a light curtain tilted down, the sun shone on the sword curtain, with a dazzling glare, several soldiers and female tour guide snorted, they just watched for a while, and they all fainted.

Long Shao roared a few times, and his skin had turned into pure red gold. His eyes were replaced by a faint golden light, and he pulled out the small demon-slaying pestle from the large travel bag he was carrying behind his back, and waved it lightly in all directions, swinging out one hundred and thirty pestles in an instant.

'Ding~~~', a long sword roar, at that moment, Long Shao was stabbed by at least hundreds of swords, but there was not even a trace on his skin. On the contrary, the demon slaying pestle he swung out was fairly distributed among the thirteen Fengmen disciples, and each of them suffered ten pestles, all of which were beaten into pulp and sprayed out.

"Roar~~~" Long Shao shouted proudly to the sky, the demon of Tianmen doesn't seem to be strong!

One step ahead, Long Shao will crush Feng Yuan to death. Feng Yuan exhausted the last bit of strength, and howled hoarsely: "Master~~~Save me~~~"

Feng Yuan's pupils shrank to the size of an extremely thin needlepoint, and he looked at Long Shao deadly, engraved Long Shao's face in his heart. If he didn't die, he would take revenge on Long Shao with the most tragic methods. If he could not die today ... Feng Yuan felt that if he could not die today, he would donate a billion dollars to charitable organizations.

"Bold!" A green shadow roared from afar. The speed was terrifyingly fast, and Long Shao clearly sensed that the speed of this person who was rushing was at least ten times faster than himself!

There was a little extremely fine cold light in front of the green shadow, and a wisp of sharp qi was still more than a hundred meters away from Long Shao, and the skin of Long Shao's eyebrows had already pierced a faint pain.

With great speed comes great power. With the special alloy stabbing sword of the upper wind gate, even if Long Shao's immortal golden body approached Dacheng, he would not dare to carry this sword.

Dodging in a hurry, a wisp of sharp qi grazed Long Shao's body and stabbed him, Long Shao roared and retreated sharply backwards, and the demon pestle quickly swung out hundreds of pestles. The speed of the body was not as good as that green shadow, but with the huge qi and strong body, the speed at which Long Shao swung the demon pestle was even comparable to the speed at which Mr. Yueda took out his sword.

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

"Okay, the 'Silence and Pestle Method' of the Buddha Dawei Zen Temple!" A green shadow swirled rapidly around the black wind, and countless extremely thin silver lights continued to pierce the black wind, but they could never break through the black wind's protective circle. The black wind was howling, the sun was shining on the black wind, and there were faint flashes of light and shadow of the demon subduing Veda inside. The silver light and the black light and shadow collided, making a deafening loud sound, as if the shells from a heavy cannon were constantly exploding on the desert, and craters with a diameter of about three meters and a depth of four or five meters appeared everywhere on the ground.

The more Mr. Feng Da hit, the more frightened he became. This person who uses the Silence Pestle method is even several times stronger than him, especially when he is roaring, in addition to the sandalwood fragrance carried by the demon pestle itself, there is also a very light, calming and contemplative, empty and strange fragrance that makes people have the idea of coming out of the dust. Mr. Feng smelled a lot of this aroma, and he felt that the more he fought, the more he had no strength, he just wanted to sit on the ground and obediently chant and worship the Buddha, so he simply cut off his hair and went to be a monk.

"The outer cultivation does not destroy the golden body, the internal cultivation of 'Receiving Zen Gong', and the use of the 'Silence Pestle Method', which Dharma protector monk of the Buddha Dawei Monastery are you! Isn't it a loss of identity for a certain disciple who hides his head and shrinks his tail? Mr. Wind roared angrily. The immortal golden body, the introduction of Zen Gong, and the method of extinguishing the pestle, this is the divine skill of the Dawei Zen Monastery of Shijiao, but it is not something that ordinary people can practice. Sometimes, when there is no suitable candidate, even the presiding monk of the Dawei Monastery may not be able to practice one of the exercises.

Those who can cultivate three divine skills at the same time, Mr. Feng Da has never heard of it!

"Lao Tzu is not one of those old monks who practice behind closed doors all day long and just want to live a few more years! Truly, Lao Tzu is your ancestor, don't you know it? ”

Long Shao laughed wildly, and suddenly shouted: "Wei Tuo Kaishan!" You give Lao Tzu death! ”

'Huh~~~', the black wheal converged into a black gangqi, like a huge pillar, and smashed down towards Mr. Fengda.

Mr. Feng Da even had the illusion that no matter how his body changed, the stick would hit him on the top of his head. "Good kung fu! It turned out to be the rising star of Dawei Zen Temple! Mr. Fengda's heart was heavy. He took a long breath, didn't dodge, didn't dodge, didn't dodge, he stood in place, his right hand stabbing sword slowly stabbed out, and sneered: "Gale sword momentum!" Break! ”

A strong wind rolled up on the flat ground, and the cyan hurricane converged into a cyan tornado several meters thick, and it stiffly faced the stick composed of black gangqi.

With a loud bang, Mr. Feng Da spurted blood and retreated, and he exclaimed, "How old are you?" His skills are several times stronger than that of Mr. Benda! "If it weren't for the fact that Fengmen has a unique set of unloading techniques, which can divert seventy or eighty percent of the enemy's attack power, Mr. Fengda would have been killed by Long Shao with one blow.

"Three Golden Silk Bodhi Fruits, one Colorful Holy Relic, how does it taste?" Long Shao laughed wildly, although his hands were also a little numb, the meridians of his body were also a little sore, and his left shoulder was slashed by Mr. Fengda's pervasive and corrosive sword qi, but he still made an unharmed appearance. He remembered Fang Wen's advice before leaving: "The elders of Tianmen all have strange kung fu, there is no need not to fight them." You slaughtered that piece of crumb that I didn't like. ”

Sure enough, you can't underestimate these old devils in Tianmen.

Moreover, Mr. Fengda, they are not the strongest group of elders in Tianmen? Mr. Feng Da is only in his early fifties, and his master and even his ancestor are still alive and well in the world, but they are just like the elders of the Dragon Gate, practicing in retreat in order to make a breakthrough.

As soon as he thought of this, Long Shao underestimated the hearts of the heroes of the world because of his great achievements, and finally reined, just like a big hedgehog being burned by fire, and the thorns were finally a lot smoother. People are always improving.

With Long Shao's cultivation equivalent to more than ten jiazi, his cultivation is the most powerful Dharma Protector Demon Suppression Technique in Buddhism, and all his strength was actually unloaded by Mr. Feng Da with a wonderful exercise, and Mr. Feng Da just spit out a mouthful of blood lightly. Long Shao knew that his experience was still too lacking. If the old monks in the door were replaced, if they could have Long Shao's body, I am afraid that Mr. Feng Da would have been bombarded to pieces just now.

Long Shao frowned, nodded and said, "Experience can only be increased by fighting. ”

He was here to reflect on his experience, and a sword qi that was so powerful that Long Shao's heart was frightened had already been slashed from behind.

Mr. Yueda used his sword to control people, slid through the space in the air, brought up a red sword with the thickness of a long fist, and shouted: "Boy, eat your Uncle Yue's sword!" ”

Long Shao reflexively slammed down. The magic pestle made by the ebony heart of ten thousand years and Mr. Yueda's long sword came into contact slightly, and the magic pestle was cut into two pieces without making a sound. The sword intent spat out sharply, and the tip of the sword was still a few meters away from Long Shao, and the sword qi had already injured him.

A bloody arrow erupted from his chest, and Long Shaoer turned around and ran away without saying a word.

It's just enough to meet the head of the wind gate who is the fastest in the world, and I also meet the head of the moon gate, who is known as the first in the world in power, and if I don't leave, I'm afraid that I will have to stay here. Long Shaoke didn't believe that the people of Tianmen would feed him with good food and drink, if he didn't leave now, when would he stay? He pondered, "This sandalwood pestle still doesn't work." When I go back, I have to bring out the treasure that has been handed down from ancient times in the host's hand. It's a thing that doesn't hurt with fire and water. In addition to Long Dashao and me, who else is worthy of that big baby? ”

"Boom!" After a few strange laughs in a row, Long Shao noticed that Mr. Yueda had chased him less than three meters behind him, and he immediately pulled a thin rope on the strap of his travel bag.

More than 100 high-explosive grenades exploded behind Long Shao's back. Long Shao's immortal golden body was like a large steel plate, forcing most of the blast shockwaves and shrapnel to rush behind him. Mr. Yueda, who was caught off guard, was calculated by Long Shao's shameless move, and he didn't have time to transport the sword guard body, and he spurted out a little blood all over his body, and was pierced by shrenchel like a sieve.

Mr. Feng Da saw the flash of fire, and Mr. Yue Da was covered in black smoke and blood springs, and flew backwards in embarrassment. He cursed angrily, "What a treacherous boy! Immortal Golden Body! The first time I saw a person who cultivated the Immortal Golden Body, he really dared to explode himself with a bomb tied to his body. This kid is dead, right? ”

In the firelight, Long Shao, whose skin was blown to shreds in the back of his heart, howled loudly and rushed out like a mad bull. His speed is not as fast as the wind gate, but he is still more than ten times faster than those so-called 100-meter world champions, and he takes a few big strides and quickly disappears.

"The immortal golden body, the world's first defense of Buddhism! Sure enough, it lives up to its name. Mr. Feng Da looked at Long Shao's back gloomily. He wanted to chase after him, but the aching meridians in his body told him that he couldn't act rashly now. Who knows if Long Shao came alone? Maybe dozens of old monks of the Dawei Zen Monastery are carrying demon pestles and don't know where to hide. Mr. Feng Da didn't dare to take such a risk.

Opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood, Mr. Feng Da commanded the people who came one after another to send Mr. Yue Da and Feng Yuan for treatment. Mr. Yueda's injuries were very light, but he was just taken aback by Long Shao's determination. Feng Yuan's injuries are in trouble, his lower body is almost shattered, and it is impossible to cure without the spaceship for treatment.

Mr. Feng Da showed his right hand to Mr. Yueer and the others with an ugly face. The white arms were covered with a layer of dim golden light, and there was a faint fragrance of sandalwood. The faces of Mr. Yue Er and the others all changed, and Mr. Yue Er asked cautiously: "Connecting the Zen Gong and leaving a fragrance for hurting people... The golden body is indestructible, close to Dacheng, and the limbs of the body are stiffened. Brother, this... ”

"Kill that kid at all costs." Mr. Feng Da said gloomily: "My Fengmen has easily produced a peerless genius, but it has not really matured yet, at least in the next three years, I don't need to expect Fang Wen to make any contribution to helping the door." And this kid dared to attack Feng Yuan, and fought with me and Senior Brother Yue, whether it was courage or cultivation, it was the best choice. Especially when he is ruthless, he can tie a bomb to himself in order to get out... ”

The muscles on his face twitched a few times, and Mr. Feng Da said solemnly: "In the short term, this son will definitely be a problem for his henchmen." couldn't leave such a strong opponent for Fang Wen, Fang Wen had a huge gap in heart compared to him. He can't be kept. ”

Untied a wooden plaque from his neck and handed it to Mr. Feng Er, Mr. Feng Da said in a deep voice: "Second Senior Brother, you take the Wind Order of this Gate and go to invite the Taishi Ancestor of this Gate and Yuemen to come out of the mountain." Kill this son with all your might. ”

"Taishi Ancestor them?" The person who heard Mr. Fengda's words trembled at the same time.