In the smoke, Fang Lin tore down a curtain to cover his mouth and nose, but the pungent breath still came strongly into his nose, and Emerson choked loudly, his face was full of purple. Fang Lin punched the fixed interrogation chair he was sitting on, the back of the interrogation chair was attached to the wall, and more than ten screw caps suddenly twisted and jumped out of the wall. In the dust, Fang Lin had already kicked on the interrogation chair, and brute force mixed with skillful force, sending Emerson and the chair out of the room!

The chair was originally made of steel, but when it slid through the flesh and blood outside, white smoke came out of the legs, as if it had been soaked in sulfuric acid, and the corrosive force was so terrible! Although Emmer's life and death can also complete the task, it is obvious that the merit points obtained by bringing him back alive will undoubtedly be higher.

The corpse of the licker was still making slight explosions, and many small worms with cotton bodies jumped out of it, jumping and rolling on the ground. Fang Lin flicked his fingers, and a strange shield of blue flames immediately appeared around Emerson's body, although it only lasted less than 10 seconds, it was enough to protect him from these small insects. As soon as the insect hit the fire shield, it immediately turned into green smoke like a moth to a flame.

Fang Lin turned his head to look at the wall where Emerson was being held, then turned his gaze downward. There was a scroll piled up on the ground. It seems that when he teamed up with the Thunderer to shoot down the plane, the violent shock caused the painting to fall.

But Fang Lin didn't immediately reach out to take it, but gently slapped it on the mahogany desk next to him, instantly making this behemoth burn, and then he pushed the mahogany desk forward flatly, and when he was about to approach the painting, he suddenly clenched his left hand, which was also burning with blue flames!

With a "boom", the mahogany desk exploded, and in an instant, the room was filled with azure flames of destruction, only the scroll was safe and sound under Fang Lin's deliberate protection!

The space on the plane is already small, and this is a hidden secret room, and this flame is really pervasive and baked in all directions. After setting fire to everything that could be ignited in the four strokes, a grim smile appeared on Fang Lin's face:

"Still not coming out?"

In the wreckage of the mahogany desk, four or five strange black shadows the size of fists suddenly flew out, and it looked like bats with black fur all over their bodies, and their eyes were red, as if they had sucked too much human blood. There were several small jars hanging under the claws of these bats, which contained purple-black liquid, and when they saw Fang Lin, they screamed sharply and flew over. Fang Lin had a gentle smile on his face, but he stretched out his left hand and aimed it at the front.

The blue flames struck the bulkhead next to it like waves crashing against the shore, burning all the tapestry decorations, and then with the power of the backlash, they pounced one by one! It eroded the bodies of those four or five bats!

Suddenly, the bodies of these bats also burned with light blue flames, which turned into a raging fire, and the small jars under their claws were incinerated by the flames, turning into little by little liquid substance, dripping onto the floor. Purple-black smoke came out, and it was instantly purified by the flames.

It's just that those bats are still fierce, they are still violently spinning and colliding, Fang Lin looked at it lightly, there was a sarcasm in his eyes, the fire balls formed by those bats were constantly eroded in the air, and the flight speed became slower and slower, and finally when they were less than half a meter away from Fang Lin, a large ball of blazing blue flames suddenly rose from their bodies, and they fell to the floor with a thud, turning into ashes.

Fang Lin continued to "wash" the room thoroughly with his own flames, and then extinguished the flames and calmly picked up the scroll. When I opened it, I saw that the surface of the painting was quite dirty and old, but on it was a landscape of ink and wash, with a vast sky, and a peak stood proudly in the smoke and rain, out of the world, and wanted to pierce the sky.

On the peak next to it, there is a samurai wielding a long sword, which looks like it is about to cut through the sky, and the ink is dripping with a deep sense of indignation and unyieldingness.

There are as many as seven or eight vague inscriptions next to them, either ancient and simple, or pretentious, or condensed and vigorous, or flying and domineering. The surname of the person who wrote the pen was brought into full play. Although Fang Lin is not very proficient in painting, he knows in his heart that with these inscriptions alone, this fan is also very valuable. (Note: The inscription is not necessarily to write your own name, for example, you can write: the name remains through the ages, the heavens are in, etc.).

And the clearest one is two words:

Authenticity!

Jianzhen was a monk of the Tang Dynasty in China, a descendant of the Nanshan Sect of the Vinaya Sect, the founder of the Vinaya Sect of Buddhism, a famous physician and calligrapher. It is said that the people of this book call Jianzhen "the master of the balance", which means that his achievements are enough to represent the roof of culture in the Tianping era (meaning the peak). It is revered as the first ancestor of the Vinaya sect. In 756, Emperor Xiaoken appointed him as the chief monk to oversee the affairs of the monks and Buddhas, and later built the Tang Zhaoti Temple, expanding the influence of Buddhism by popularizing knowledge, establishing poor fields and helping the common people, and founded the Vinaya, one of the six southern sects of Buddhism, to continue his own cause of promoting Buddhism. As a result, Tang Zhaoti Temple soon became a sacred place of Buddhism, and in the real world, it still endures! ――

And Jianzhen tried a total of six times when he crossed to the east, and he was blind in the fifth time, so how this painting was drawn has become a mystery, and it is likely that it is the legendary "heart eye" -

From this, it can be deduced that the value of this painting can be imagined!

Fang Lin nodded slightly, knowing that it should be this thing. He watched the samurai in the painting swing his sword towards the sky, and his vigorous and agile movements were not lost in the sharp air, and the momentum seemed to be wild enough to cut through the sky, that kind of calmness and domineering interlaced...... That kind of elegant and violent rhythm. Suddenly reminded Fang Lin of a scene from a movie he saw in the real world:

In the Crazy Boy series, the villain played by Zhang Yaoyang uses MP3 (solo player?) Listening to the blue Danube (uh, maybe I'm mistaken, it's a world-famous piano piece anyway), he nodded nervously as he threw the victim down from the tenth floor......

He picked up the scroll of the painting and went out, the blood stains of the lickers all over the ground could not cause any trouble to Fang Lin, and a raging blue flame was already burning under his feet. The liquids with their intensely corrosive surnames didn't bother him much. Fang Lin walked out step by step. Lin Yinsleeve, who was waiting outside, had already begun to contact him:

"Aruf's has returned with elite troops. At most, twenty minutes will be here. ”

Fang Lin replied that he knew, so he put the hanging scroll in the common space of the KOF contract and strode out. As soon as he got out of the plane, he saw the loosened Emerson eating Master Kong's crisp noodles like a starving ghost reincarnated, drinking Wahaha mineral water, and two beautiful ham sausages between his fingers

"Dude, do you have any cigarettes? Shake the root to suck. ”

No. 56 was stunned, but he still took out a bag of Hilton from his arms, and was about to open it, Emerson had already taken the pack of cigarettes directly, skillfully pulled out one, and ran to Fang Lin to snap his fingers, and said with a big stab:

"Dude, fire."

Fang Lin looked at the situation, if he could really touch a lighter to come out, this self-cooked iron would definitely be corrupted, and said with a slight smile:

"There is a fire, but there is no lighter."

"Then the fire, the fire will be made." Emerson said impatiently. This guy is a model of a white wolf with no smoke or fire, and no gloves.

Fang Lin rubbed his fingers and blew, a blue flame popped up on the tip of his index finger, Emerson was stunned, but he still had a cheeky cigarette in his mouth, and stepped forward with his hand to block the wind, Fang Lin smiled slightly, the blue flame exhaled and burned the whole cigarette into ashes in an instant, Emerson was stunned and still maintained the posture of borrowing fire, as soon as the wind blew, the soot was scattered, and Emerson was left with a neat filter in his mouth......

"I only have this fire." Fang Lin smiled enthusiastically: "If you don't think it's suitable, you can go to him and have a look." ”

The person Fang Lin said was naturally the Thunderer, and the Thunderer said with a gloomy face:

"I never smoke."

A bolt of lightning struck Emerson who was about to come forward, and the guy could only laugh dryly. Suddenly, a shriveled and thin lewd man came out from behind Fang Lin, with two big yellow teeth exposed, and said with a bright smile:

"Do you want fire, sir?"

The wheels of history slowly turned, intertwining the trajectories of these two legendary figures...... Emerson of the empty glove white wolf meets the craftsman Fu who has plucked the goose (En, you read it right, I am not mistaken), what kind of poignant and heroic story pressure will happen (wahaha, we also read the classic lines of the alternate continent once. ）

(To be continued)