It's so scary.

This is the first evaluation of Mr. Jing from the Three Kills. This can make him, as a weapon on earth, show how powerful Mr. Jing is, is truly unfathomable.

Old Jing smiled slightly, slowly gathered his breath, and the overwhelming pressure dissipated, as if nothing had happened just now.

"You go out first, I have something to talk about with Afeng." Old Jing repeated again, and it was still calm and gentle.

The attitude of Sankha changed compared to what had just happened. He nodded, and his gray eyes were full of taboos: "Yes, old man." After that, he turned around and walked out of the Zen room.

When he noticed the reaction of the three kills, Xiao Feng on the side had turned into a petrified manner. Is that a three kill? I'll just rub it, he actually said 'Yes, old man'.

What exactly is it that can change the attitude of the martial arts genius Sanktie, it is very simple, even more powerful, and even strong enough that the three kills cannot even raise the fighting spirit.

When you encounter a strong love, you have a strong fighting spirit of three kills; when you encounter a fat sea, you have a strong fighting spirit of three kills; when you encounter Wuming, you have a strong fighting spirit of three kills; even when you encounter Luo Qiufeng, you have a stronger fighting spirit of three kills...

But now, when facing Mr. Jing, the three kills cannot even raise the desire to fight. Does he think that he is not the opponent of Mr. Jing, and he doesn’t even have the strength to fight?

Xiao Feng figured out this and thought about the strange aura he felt just now. He couldn't help but stare at Old Jing in shock: "Old guy, what did you do just now."

"Sit." Old Jing sat cross-legged on the futon, showing his mastery style.

"Oh, old man, don't show off in front of me, okay? No one of us knows whoever." Xiao Feng curled his lips. He really couldn't stand Old Jing's pretentious appearance.

Mr. Jing rolled his eyes, and the master's demeanor disappeared: "Little bastard, sit down."

"Hey." Xiao Feng grinned and sat on the couch, not forgetting to ask what he had just said: "What did you do just now? It can actually shock the three kills. It's so awesome."

Since Xiao Feng met the Three Killings, he has not found anyone he has any taboos. He is like a sharp blade unsheathed. No matter who he faces, it is a weapon that will surely see blood.

However, as soon as I met Mr. Jing, although I couldn't say that I was being cleaned up and obedient, it was very different from usual, so Xiao Feng had to be curious.

I have said before that Xiao Feng has been practicing with Mr. Jing many times since he was a child. At that time, he didn't know that he was so arrogant that he vaguely felt that Mr. Jing was not much better than him.

As he grows older, his experience increases, and his combat effectiveness increases, he is still no match for Mr. Jing, and he still feels a little worse.

Even after coming back this time, he had a real battle with Mr. Jing. Although he lost at that time, Mr. Jing was not relaxed, but a series of phenomena proved that this was not the case at all.

"The old guy hides too deep, and even makes an illusion every time. It's so hateful." Xiao Feng was secretly lying on the belly. He must dig out the old guy's foundation today.

Mr. Jing glanced at Xiao Feng and said lightly: "When you reach the level of three kills, I will tell you."

"I'll just take it, the old guy is so good at pretending." Xiao Feng muttered in his heart again, but he also knew that even if he was not going to say anything, he could not find out at all.

"Tell me about the gains from going to RB this time." Mr. Jing was too lazy to understand Xiao Feng's thoughts.

Xiao Feng rolled his eyes, then took out two boxes: "Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon and Core Data." As he said that, he pushed it in front of Mr. Jing.

Mr. Jing didn't even look at the box containing the hard drive, but was vaguely excited and picked up the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon. Obviously, he was really interested in this thing.

"It should be true, it is true." Old Jing, who had always been calm, was not very calm at this time, even more excited than when he saw the Blood Jade Qilin. He had gathered all four blood jades.

Xiao Feng also told Mr. Jing that he had received all the news about the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon from the Old Monk Yuanzhu and Anbi Jingsan. Mr. Jing was so angry that he immediately blew his beard and glared.

"What, the RB people buried, Tang Dynasty, let's goofy fart." Mr. Jing didn't have any master style, and he cursed directly. RB's smashing was too shameless, and he dared to talk about anything.

"Hey, calm down..." Xiao Feng grinned. In fact, after hearing this, he almost slapped the old monk Yuanzhu and Anba Jingsan.

...

In the Zen room, Xiao Feng and Mr. Jing were talking, but outside, Sansha's heart was not very calm.

"Old Jing, how strong are you?" Sansha's eyes flashed, full of doubt.

Originally, Sansha thought that reaching his height would reach the extreme of the human body. No matter how strong he was, he should not be much stronger.

It’s not that the three killers are sitting in the well and watching the sky, but that the masters he sees, the masters he can face are all of the same level as him, and even if they are stronger than him, they are not much stronger.

But now, Sankhao doesn't think so anymore. At least Mr. Jing is one level higher than him, or even higher.

"So, we can go further." What people are most afraid of is that they have no goals. With goals, they have the desire to struggle. For example, the current triple killing will become stronger.

About half an hour later, Xiao Feng came out of the room with a depressed face: "Sankill, the old guy asked you to go in and said he would talk to you alone."

Sansha was stunned, and then he didn't even look at Xiao Feng, and quickly walked into the Zen room, which showed that he was not calm at this time.

Xiao Feng was ignored by the three kills and felt even more depressed. Alas, he had to go to London to get the detoxification serum, otherwise he would be too hit and despised everywhere.

In the past, with his strength, he made such a big name. How mighty, it was terrifying.

But now, those who are known to be better than him can count with one hand, Wuming, Three Killing, Daqing, Fat Sea, Luo Qiufeng... Even the No. 2 Fight, which is better than his previous combat power.

"Damn it, there are so many experts in the world that they are really good at attacking people." Xiao Feng had the urge to find a piece of tofu to kill him.

"Amitabha, I don't know why Mr. Xiao was depressed." With a Buddha's name, the old monk Huiru appeared.

Xiao Feng was shocked. This old guy was also a master. He touched him but didn't even notice it.

Even though he was shocked, he could not lose his etiquette. Xiao Feng quickly stood up straight: "Hello, Master."

"Haha, tell me, maybe the old monk can solve the doubts of Donor Xiao." The old monk Huiru said with a smile.

Xiao Feng hesitated: "Master, how powerful my grandfather is, I mean the combat power."

"The vast China, there are experts in the forest, there are people outside the world, there is heaven beyond the world, donor Xiao, don't know how many levels of heaven are." The old monk Huiru asked back.

Xiao Feng was stunned. The Buddhist heaven is thirty-third level and Taoism is thirty-sixth level. Now the old monk Huiru asked, so he naturally had to answer the former: "Go to Master, Buddhism emphasizes the thirty-third level of heaven outside the heaven."

"Haha, then Old Donor Jing is the peak existence in the thirty-third level of heaven." After saying that, Old Monk Huiyue made another Buddhist name and turned around and left.

"..." Xiao Feng stood there, stunned. The peak existence of the Thirty-third Heaven sounded a bit mysterious, but the actual meaning was that the old guy belonged to one of the most powerful people in China, and even invincible hands in China.

"Yahe." Xiao Feng took a deep breath. The old guy was too domineering. When he turned his mind, the old monk Huiru had already walked away. He had no shame to catch up and ask again, Master, then look at what level I belong to...

Just when Xiao Feng was confused, a ringtone rang and he took out his cell phone. It was Feng Lin who called: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Feng, my grandfather wants to see you."

"when."

“The faster the better.”

"Okay, I'll come to find you in an hour." Xiao Feng thought for a while and hung up the phone.

About five minutes later, the door of the Zen room opened and Sankhao came out from inside: "Old man let you in."

"..." Xiao Feng was completely speechless. He was an old man before. Why did he talk about it? He became an old man. I'll just rub it.

Xiao Feng has always felt that he has a good personality, but now he sees that the old guy is even more awesome and he directly conquered the three kills.

"Sankill, what are you two talking about inside? It's mysterious." Xiao Feng asked in a low voice.

Sansha looked at Xiao Feng: "Didn't I ask you two about what you guys are talking about?"

"Uh." He blocked Xiao Feng back with one sentence. He shook his head and sighed: "Oh, three kills, you have been betrayed." After that, he walked into the Zen room.

This time, the three kills also came in together.

Xiao Feng talked about Feng Lin’s phone number just now, and Mr. Feng nodded and said that he would let him go.

"Old guy, then I'll go first. Let's arrange the matter of Zhuge Xin as I said just now." Xiao Feng reminded him worriedly.

"I know how to do it, go." Old Jing nodded.

Xiao Feng and Sansha left this strange temple. As soon as the two left, the old monk Huiru appeared: "Haha, donor Jing, have you never revealed your bottom line to donor Xiao?"

"Haha, young people know too much, there is no benefit." In front of Xiao Feng and Sansha, Mr. Jing's tone to Huiru's old monk became much casual: "When the little bastard goes to another level, it will not be too late to tell him some things."

"Old Donor Jing is a great wise man, Amitabha Buddha." The old monk Huiru clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"I found that you are less powerful than your senior brother." Old Jing muttered and patted the box on the table: "I have to leave too."

"Old donor Jing, please."

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Feng and Sansha left, and Mr. Jing left.

No one knows what Mr. Jing and Xiao Feng conspired and what plan they made, it is related to the Blood Jade Treasure and core data. No matter what is it, it is not a trivial matter, and it is not careless.

No one knew what Mr. Jing said to Sansha, so he changed his name to "Old Master".

Xiao Feng left the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon and the hard drive that stored the core data for Mr. Jing. He brought it with him a bomb, but it was different to put it here by Mr. Jing.
Chapter completed!