"Supreme?"

Fang Qiong's mouth was full of words, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he pondered for a moment and asked, "Old Ji, if I want to find this Supreme, where is the most hopeful place to go?" ”

"This ......!"

Ji Lao hesitated a little when he heard this, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Shaolin, as the so-called martial arts in the world come out of Shaolin, Shaolin, as one of the three mountains, as one of the major factions in China, still hides many masters in secret, and when the news finally came out two years ago, the Supreme was in Shaolin. ”

"Shaolin!"

Fang Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly, then nodded, and did not continue to talk about this topic.

Immediately after, Ji Lao's eldest son, Ji Wuchang, who manages a super-large real estate company, came over, opened a delicate brocade box, and then carefully took out some tea leaves from it and put them into the tea set, and began to concentrate on making tea.

"Master Fang, if you want to talk about the ability to make tea, or the bitter tea of the third family, you see, why don't I call her?" Ji Wuchang said with a smile.

"Forget it, don't bother her, I don't have so many requirements for drinking tea or something, just have tea and water!"

Fang Qiong smiled and rejected Ji Wuchang's kindness, making Ji Wuchang and Ji Lao look at each other, and they couldn't help but have a trace of helplessness flashing in their eyes.

This person is really, soft and hard!

And how could Fang Qiong not understand Ji Wuchang's thoughts?

Wealth is not successful, with beauty?

Pity!

Fang Qiong thought that no one could shake his will, let alone the beauty scheme, even if the fairy came, Fang Qiong might not take a second look.

A tea party ended quickly, and in the retention of Ji Lao and the three brothers of the Ji family, Fang Qiong categorically refused and returned to the supreme suite of the Three Seasons Hotel.

Early the next morning, a sedan quietly left the Three Seasons Hotel, and under the surprised eyes of those passers-by who got up early to exercise on the street, it drove towards Heyu Province at a gallop.

With a total of seven days of task time, Fang Qiong couldn't care about being low-key or not, what he wanted was to complete the task.

Moreover, it can be seen from the tasks of the system that this time, it will be difficult for Fang Qiong to be famous even if he can't think of it.

After all, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!

At the very least, the entire martial arts must know about you, so that you can be regarded as the leader of the alliance.

"Xiaosuke, are you sure that if I go on this trip, I won't be beaten to death?" Fang Qiong asked in his heart as he drove the car.

"Master, please rest assured, there is a system of adults, the master will definitely not have a problem, this time the task is one of the worry-free tasks, what the master has to do, is to fight everyone dare not speak up, in this way, it can be regarded as an invincible opponent in the national art world, the more arrogant the master's performance, the more powerful the final task reward, after all, randomly improve an ability, with those abilities on the master, improve any one, it is definitely a big profit."

The little assistant of life said obediently.

"That's it!"

Fang Qiong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

To be honest, he didn't know much about the national art world at all, and suddenly knocked on the door, if he provoked a powerful person, Fang Qiong might not be able to bear it.

Now that Xiao Zhu said so, Fang Qiong has a spectrum in his heart.

As long as there is no weird traverser like Nie Xiaoqian, Fang Qiong is not afraid of anyone in the national art world.

There is a good saying, the stick is afraid of the old man, and the fist is afraid of the young man!

People who can practice their skills are deeper than Fang Qiong, Fang Qiong believes that there will exist, but if they can be compared to Fang Qiong who are younger and stronger than him, Fang Qiong will never believe that there is such a person.

In secular martial arts, as you get older, your physical fitness will gradually decline, which is an irreversible fate.

This is also the sorrow of the national art world.

You will not live forever, but you will have an old age.

A Baodan Grandmaster with dry qi and blood may not be able to beat a young and strong Huajin Master.

.........

In the afternoon, although it is no longer the climax of the incense prayer, outside the Shaolin Gate, the pilgrims are still densely packed, and it seems that there is nothing else except crowded people.

"That's a lot of people!"

Two women in trench coats, hats, masks, and sunglasses stood in the crowd, and one of them couldn't help but sigh.

"yes, that's a lot!"

The other person couldn't help but look at the crowded scene speechlessly, then sighed and said, "Sister baby, if you hadn't brought me here, I would never have come to such a crowded place." ”

"Oh, Xiaoqin, don't say it, I'm not doing this for your good? You haven't been sleeping well lately, maybe you've hit an evil spirit, so it's good to let the master help you take a look. Besides, it's hard to have time to come over while filming nearby, how can I usually have time to come here. ”

The two are baby and Liu Qin.

After experiencing the events of that night, Liu Qin has been a little restless, he can't sleep well, he can't eat well, and he looks very haggard all day, and it just so happened that this time the crew temporarily asked to come to Songshan to shoot a plot, and because of this, there was this scene.

Listening to the baby's words, Liu Qin couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, took the baby's hand, and looked at the monk who was standing in the mountain gate silently reciting the scriptures.

Walking forward, Liu Qin opened his mouth and asked, "Little master, I want to ask, how much does it cost to make an appointment with the master of your temple to help with the exorcism practice?" ”

Hearing this, the monk opened his eyes, said a Buddha name, and then said indifferently: "Amitabha, female benefactor, we monks don't talk about money, talk about fate!" ”

"Huh?"

Liu Qin and baby were stunned on the spot, they looked at the monk and couldn't help but be in awe in their hearts.

"Dare to ask the master, what is the fate?" Liu Qin hesitated for a moment and asked sincerely.

"Two thousand dollars!" The monk smiled slightly.

“......！”

Liu Qin and baby were stunned on the spot.

"This monk is really interesting!" baby gnashed his teeth.

"Forget it, let's not ask for it, let's go, let's go back!"

Liu Qin grabbed the baby and opened his mouth to comfort.

"No, today I want to see how black-hearted these monks can be!!" The baby was pulled by Liu Qin, but he was unwilling to leave.

And it was at this time that suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of Liu Qin's eyes, which made Liu Qin couldn't help but tremble, took a few steps back, and hid behind many pilgrims.

When Baby saw this scene, she couldn't help but be stunned, and turned to see that it was Fang Qiong, she suddenly couldn't help but want to shout, but before she could speak, Liu Qin reached out and covered her mouth.

"Uh-uh-huh—what are you doing?"

Baby struggled to let go of Liu Qin's hand and looked at Liu Qin with some astonishment.

And the unexpected happened.

"Monk, in the vault below, I want to see the abbot of your temple, and I hope to report it!" Fang Qiong, who was standing in front of the monk of Zhike, said in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry, donor, if the abbot master is still here, I won't see any outsiders." The monk shook his head.

"I've always thought that money can make a grinding ghost, how about 100,000?" Fang Qiong's tone was still flat.

"Sorry....!"

"A million!"

"This ......!"

"Ten million!"

"I'm ......!"