After leaving the hospital, Wang Zhong and others went straight to the airport. There was not a single soul on the street at four o'clock in the morning. The drivers of the three cars all stepped on the accelerator to the lowest level and drove as fast as drag racing. The drive of more than an hour ended up in half an hour.
Arrive.
The huge airport was also crowded with pedestrians and seemed a bit cold. Unless there was something special, I am afraid no one would choose to take a flight in the biting cold wind in the early morning. There were only a few people who came to greet their relatives and friends.
Wang Zhong and others were divided into two groups. He and a few brothers were responsible for welcoming Ye Wantong, while the others dispersed to check whether any dragon slaves were following secretly. The more it was at this moment, the more they could not relax their vigilance.
About twenty minutes later, with the sweet voice of the announcer on the airport radio, the long-awaited flight finally landed slowly. After a while, the passengers dragged their luggage into the waiting hall one by one. Wang Zhong and others were waiting outside the line.
One glance was fixed on the enchanting woman in the crowd.
Her face is picturesque, her skin is as smooth as jade, her body is graceful, slender and even, her beautiful appearance and charming temperament are perfectly blended together, seducing the soul and sultry. Her eyes like water ripples are moving and rosy.
The vermilion evokes a vague smile, which is enough to arouse anyone's imagination, especially the fire-like mink velvet dress she is wearing today. It not only sets off her slender and voluptuous figure to perfection, but also reveals her charming temperament.
Even though Wang Zhong and others were already very familiar with her, when they met again after a few months, they still couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble violently, and the suffocating surprise could not be controlled. They were still like this, following her
The other male passengers in the back were all in a daze, but although they were all intoxicated, no one dared to take a step closer to her. More than forty people were far behind. If you look carefully, you can clearly see that there are many men.
...My nose is bruised and my face is swollen, I feel so miserable.
Apparently, the male wolves who harassed her had already encountered "venomous hands" when they were on the plane.
"Sister-in-law!!" When Ye Wantong approached, Wang Zhong and others stood up solemnly and saluted respectfully.
"Tell me the truth, what kind of injury did he suffer?" Ye Wantong passed them by. Although there was a slight smile on her charming face, the tension and coldness in her tone could be heard clearly in Wang Zhong's ears.
.
During the phone call, Wang Zhong just said that her arm was poisoned, the injury was serious, and she needed urgent treatment. However, both Peng Hou and she noticed something unusual, especially the anxious urging that made her uneasy along the way.
.
Wang Zhong took a deep breath. He was already here, and there was no need to hesitate anymore. He immediately said: "Brother Cheng was poisoned by the leader of Longnu. The doctor said... he only has more than three hours to live!"
Ye Wantong paused, slowly turned her head, and stared at Wang Zhong closely: "What did you say?"
"Brother Cheng is seriously poisoned. Fang Zhongshou has dredged the acupoints and the doctors have also performed rescue operations, but... we only have three hours." Wang Zhong said bravely.
Ye Wantong stood stunned for a moment, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and she rushed out of the waiting hall without hair. Her beautiful face was filled with fear and eagerness at that moment!
"Collect the team, let's go!!" Wang Zhong greeted the brothers and quickly followed. The group rushed into the car. Wang Zhong briefly introduced the general process of the matter while constantly urging the brothers who were driving to speed up and speed up. Now
If he could win a second earlier, Di Cheng would have one more chance of survival.
only……
Not long after they left, six foreign men among the group of people who stepped out of the plane automatically gathered on the side of the road and watched the car leave until it disappeared around the corner.
"Something happened? She seems to be in a panic." A silver-haired old man spoke softly.
"The man who responded to him originally belonged to the Guards of Di Cheng, the leader of the Tianmen Sect. Later, he disappeared. Intelligence analysis believed that he was dead. I didn't expect to see him again here tonight. In English, the following is abbreviated." The blond man next to him immediately
He spoke out, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a bit of the temperament of an ancient European battlefield warrior. His hands were always clenched unconsciously, giving people a dangerous feeling that they might take action at any time.
"Kurt, why do you think she left the headquarters in a hurry and came to the Northeast?"
"The five major Chinese esoteric sects have never been in harmony with the Holy Temple. The spread of the intelligence system in the mainland has always been very slow, so...it is impossible to be sure and there is no way to guess."
The old man laughed silently, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life: "But she finally left Tianmen Headquarters, and our opportunity has come."
"Are we going to do it now?" The blond man's momentum trembled slightly, and his tightly clenched fists tightened again, showing that the fighting spirit was already welling up in his heart.
"There is no hurry, let's observe the situation first, and confirm the attitude of the five major tantric sects. Yesterday, news came from the temple. They have determined that Shura Buddha, one of the nine major tantric Buddhist sects, left the snow mountain. The general trajectory cannot be captured, but if the
The news is good, they must have discovered our existence. The master of the palace does not want to arouse the dissatisfaction of the old living Buddha at the moment, and it is not the time to fight against the Chinese Tantric Sect, so we will wait and see what happens." The old man held the old fingers of the cane.
He gently tapped the faucet of his crutch, seeming to be thinking about what he was planning.
"Before leaving, the master of the palace gave a secret order. Once there is an opportunity to hunt, you are not allowed to hide it and report it immediately. Archbishop Nibu, am I..."
The old man nodded slowly: "You have your responsibilities. I will not interfere. Now it should be confirmed that Poison Girl has indeed left the Tianmen headquarters and is not an illusion. You can report it."
"The next action will be left to our adjudication office. Archbishop, will you leave right now, or stay and enjoy the show?"
"I'll stay. Poison Girl came to the Northeast this time, most likely to make peace with the Lord of Tianmen. That person is not easy to mess with. If you want to successfully hunt Poison Girl, you should be busy enough.
If Shura Buddha appears at that time, who will stop him? Haha, leave it to me, my old bones have not moved for a long time."
"Esoteric Buddhism, Snow Land Buddha..." The blond man muttered silently for a few times and said, "Archbishop, are they really that strong?"
"Are you referring to the five major Tantric sects of China? Or just Tantric Buddhism?"
"Both."
The old man's vicissitudes of life swayed with a strange sparkle: "You should know that the most talked about black list nowadays, the so-called Twelve Emperors of the People's List, has made countless strong people fear them, and is regarded as the true master of this world.
er. But have you ever noticed that among the Twelve Emperors there is our palace master, the old instructor Diego, the killing god Hua Nongying, the ghost of the Amazon swamp, and other amethyst emperors from all over the world.
, why are there only no people from the Chinese martial arts world? Haha, the beast Shen Aoming is not included for the time being, nor is the old poison from the Miao border."
"Please give me some advice from the Archbishop." The blond man's cold expression appeared very respectful for the first time.
"Outsiders say that our European Temple is the most mysterious organization in the world today, but in terms of secrecy, it is still one of the five major esoteric sects of China. Although the number and strength level of the powerful people among them are not known to the outside world, one thing can be said
Clear, strong, very strong! In this case, you answer me, the mysterious strength that determines the black list level, why don't you include a few old guys from China and rank them together?"
The blond man frowned and thought hard, but... suddenly and surprisingly found that he couldn't find the right words to answer.
The old man smiled slowly, looked back at the street corner, and walked in another direction with a cane: "Maybe they have an agreement with each other, maybe... they are afraid!"
Afraid? His eyes swayed, and the blond man's expression gradually became weird. Since he dared to set up a black list and included all the major organizations in the world to rank it, the mysterious power behind the scenes must be powerful and terrifying, maybe even worse than the temple.
It's a bit tyrannical, but such a transcendent organization would actually be... afraid?!
The old man who had taken more than ten steps spoke again: "Let's go, the situation in the underground world is about to change, and the pattern is also going to change. This chess game has already begun, and no one is a bystander, no matter whether you want it or not, no matter what.
All purposes will be involved. The master of the palace has decided to leave the seclusion, and the Chinese Tantric Sect will not stay out forever. Who is the real winner is not judged by the current strength, but depends on whose potential.
Bigger. The temple has been secreted for hundreds of years, who dares to touch the red tassel? Knight Kurt, polish your sword and prepare to face the challenge. Let the world see the power of the Judgment and witness the rise of our temple again!"
The solemnity that had just emerged from the blond man was replaced by fighting spirit. He made a fist with his right hand, hit his chest hard, and performed a knightly salute at the old man's back: "Fight for the rise of the temple!"
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