For this kind of behavior, can Zhang Muyang endure it? Obviously he can't, he smashed his wine gourd over, you can drive a dinghy and dangle in front of me, and dare to mock it, who gave you the courage.

The founder monk who was about to talk to Zhang Muyang about his ideal in life was caught off guard and saw Zhang Muyang startled, although he just threw out a wine gourd, but with Zhang Muyang's middle finger drawn out, the provocation was too strong.

Originally, he was just ready to despise the foreigner who left at a glance, and his brows suddenly furrowed, he Bonn was a strong man in Northern Europe, how could he allow others to ridicule him.

With a sneer, the speeding boat stopped on the sea, and with a few shakes of his fingers, the originally calm sea suddenly wrinkled. In the blink of an eye, a wave several meters high hit the yacht that Zhang Muyang was riding, and if the yacht was really hit, even if it didn't fall apart, it would have to capsize.

Seeing this scene, the chicks of the special ninth bureau were in a hurry, they were originally singing on a steamer, this accident came as soon as it was said, and in the face of the menacing waves, they almost couldn't help but make a move, although it may be just a drop in the bucket, but it is better than doing nothing.

And the initiator of this incident, the culprit, looked at the waves with an excited face and said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring a surfboard, otherwise I would have had a good time." ”

Monk Fangzheng is not afraid of the waves, but Zhang Muyang's focus is too strange, the other party has obviously made a move, don't you express it? Seeing the waves getting closer and closer, Zhang Muyang finally stood up straight, pointed his hand and said: "Master Fangzheng, the stability of our boatload of people depends on you." ”

The monk Fangzheng, who was waiting for Zhang Muyang to make a move, was almost choked out of a mouthful of old blood, obviously it was a matter of provocation, why did I have this old bone.

He complained in his heart, but looking at the waves getting closer and closer, he still had to make a move, if he was hit by this thing, he and Zhang Muyang would be fine, but those newcomers would be miserable.

He hummed a Buddha horn in his mouth to calm the anger in his heart, and then slapped a palm flutteringly. At first glance, this palm was nothing, plain, but after the next second, his hand suddenly became a Buddha's light, and the palm seemed to be several times larger out of thin air.

Then it collided directly with the waves, and after a roar passed through the ears, the waves several meters high dissipated, leaving only some waves, which was harmless for the yacht.

After Bonn struck with his hand, he suddenly found that there were still masters on this yacht, and suddenly turned his palm, and several water columns rose into the sky, these water columns were one meter thick, and they went extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and they pounced on the yacht. The monk Fang Zheng glanced at Zhang Muyang, and saw that he had no intention of making a move, so he could only continue to shoot.

The hands were put together, the aura in the body was running, and then the palms were punched out one after another. This palm technique looks quite similar to the move just now, it is all commonplace, but every time you swing a palm, there is a palm shadow left in the air. When he landed, one palm turned into two palms, two palms became four palms, and the four palms were slapped, and in the blink of an eye, there were palm shadows in front of the monk Fangzheng.

Zhang Muyang, who was watching from the sidelines, shouted loudly: "Is this the legendary thousand-handed Rulai palm? ”

Fangzheng, who was originally very imposing, suddenly felt that his heart was stuffed after hearing Zhang Muyang's cheering, but this did not affect his shot.

As the palm shadow shook, all the water columns that rushed towards the yacht were blocked by the monk Fangzheng, and at the same time, there was also a palm shadow that broke through the air and approached Nabonn.

Hit this meeting, although only after two moves, this Western European master Bonn, also probably guessed that the power of the bald monk is not under him, if you want to take down these people, you must have a big fight, so the gains outweigh the losses, this time he came alone, there is no helper around, in case he is attacked by a group, he can't fall well, plus there are other forces eyeing him.

After hesitating, Bonn exerted his strength under his feet, and the boat hurried away, no longer entangled with Zhang Muyang and others, and the young birds of the Special Ninth Bureau, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, suddenly burst into applause when they saw the strong enemy retreating.

"Master Founder's awesome. ”

"Awesome, awesome. ”

"A thousand hands are like palms, it's really awesome. ”

Listening to the shouts of the crowd, the monk Fangzheng did not change his face, and stretched out his hand to appease the people, telling them not to shout. After this scene, the group of fledglings in the Special Ninth Bureau, the other party is more revered by the monk, as for Zhang Muyang, he is more contemptuous, obviously the person who just provoked is Zhang Muyang, but he wants Master Fangzheng to make a move, if he is really powerful, he should go up by himself, instead of hiding behind Master Fangzheng and shouting 666, which is also a little too rubbing.

"Master Founder, how did you feel about the fight just now. ”

Monk Fangzheng said humbly: "In front of Mr. Zhang, how dare I call a master, that person just now is not weaker than me in terms of cultivation, if I really continue to fight, the outcome is unpredictable." ”

Zhang Muyang grinned, this old monk doesn't tell the truth, his current realm has reached the foundation building realm, and it is not difficult to deal with the gringo just now, not to mention that he can be captured. However, he did not expose this matter, after all, modesty is our traditional virtue in China.

After this small turmoil, after half an hour, Zhang Muyang and his party arrived on the island. As soon as they set foot on the island, everyone was attracted by a stone monument with the words Treasure Island written in Japanese.

It's really a cliché name, and I don't know if the island was called that in the first place or if someone changed it later. Of course, that's not the point.

Treasure Island is not large, the overall may be about 100 square kilometers, the scenery on the island is average, as soon as they landed on the island, they attracted countless attention. After all, the people who could come here were all monks, and almost all the people on the island noticed their fight on the sea just now.

For everyone's attention, Zhang Muyang seems to be fine, but the fledglings behind him can't, although they have enjoyed the eyes of being in the spotlight in China before, but that feeling is different from now, the worship in the country, here is hostility, scrutiny, and so on, especially when these people are still monks, their feelings become even worse. Subconsciously tightened his body and looked around vigilantly, for fear that someone would raid him.

Zhang Muyang turned his head and said, "What are you cowardly, follow me." As he spoke, he walked straight ahead. According to his induction, after ten minutes, they all arrived in front of a mountain. The aura here fluctuates abnormally, and although it doesn't look like much from the outside, this should be the entrance to the ruins.

There were already several waves of people standing around this entrance, and it was obvious that they also knew that this was a key position, and they had already secured the position in advance.

(End of chapter)