This is the first comment Sansha gave to Mr. Jing. For him, who is a human weapon, to comment like this shows how far Mr. Jing is and how truly unfathomable he is.
Mr. Jing smiled slightly and slowly gathered his breath. The overwhelming pressure dissipated, as if nothing had happened just now.
"You go out first, Ah Feng and I have something to talk about," Mr. Jing repeated again, still calm and calm.
Sansha's attitude changed from before. He nodded, his gray eyes full of taboo: "Yes, old sir," after saying that, he turned around and walked out of the Zen room.
Noticing Sansha's reaction, Xiao Feng on the side turned to stone. Was that Sansha? I wondered, and he actually said, "Yes, old sir."
What is it that can make Sansha, a martial arts idiot, change his attitude? It's very simple. He becomes more powerful, even so powerful that Sansha can't even raise his will to fight.
When encountering a strong love, the fighting spirit for the Three Kills is strong; when meeting Pang Dahai, the fighting spirit for the Three Kills remains undiminished; when meeting Wuming, the fighting spirit for the Three Kills remains the same; even when meeting Luo Qiufeng, the fighting spirit for the Three Kills becomes even stronger...
But now, when facing Elder Jing, Three Kills can't even bring up the fighting spirit. Could it be that he, who is so powerful, thinks that he will not be an opponent of Elder Jing, and does not even have the strength to fight in a battle?
Xiao Feng thought about this and then thought about the strange aura he had just felt. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and stared at Mr. Jing in shock: "Old guy, what did you just do?"
"Sit," Mr. Jing sat cross-legged on the futon, showing off his noble demeanor.
"Hey, old guy, please stop pretending in front of me, okay? We don't know each other," Xiao Feng curled his lips. He really couldn't get used to Jing Lao's pretentiousness.
Mr. Jing rolled his eyes, his superior demeanor gone: "Little bastard, sit down,"
"Hey," Xiao Feng grinned and sat down on the couch, not forgetting to ask what happened just now: "What on earth did you do just now? You can actually frighten Sansha. It's so awesome."
Since the day Xiao Feng met Sansha, he has never found anyone he has taboos with. He is like an unsheathed sword. No matter who he faces, it is a murderous weapon that is sure to draw blood.
However, when he met Mr. Jing, although he could not be said to be treated docilely, it was still very different from usual, which made Xiao Feng curious.
As I said before, Xiao Feng had sparred with Mr. Jing many times since he was a child. At that time, he didn't know the heights of the world, but he vaguely felt that Mr. Jing was not much better than him.
As he gets older, more experienced, and his combat effectiveness increases, he is still no match for Mr. Jing, and he still feels a little worse.
Even after he came back this time, he had a real contest with Mr. Jing. Although he lost at that time, Mr. Jing was not easy. However, a series of phenomena proved that this was not the case at all.
"The old guy hides too deeply, and even makes false appearances every time. It's so abominable," Xiao Feng secretly thought, he must dig out the old guy's background today.
Mr. Jing glanced at Xiao Feng and said calmly: "I will tell you when you reach the point of three kills."
"I'll give it to you, the old guy is too good at showing off," Xiao Feng muttered to himself again, but he also knew that even he couldn't find out anything that Mr. Jing didn't intend to say.
"Tell me what you gained from going to RB this time," Mr. Jing said, not too lazy to understand Xiao Feng's thoughts.
Xiao Feng rolled his eyes, and then took out two boxes: "Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon and Core Data," he said, pushing them in front of Mr. Jing.
Mr. Jing didn't even look at the box containing the hard drive. Instead, he picked up the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon with faint excitement. It was obvious that he was really interested in this thing.
"It should be true, it is true," Mr. Jing, who had always been calm, was no longer calm now. He was even more excited than when he first saw the blood jade unicorn. Four pieces of blood jade were enough.
Xiao Feng told Elder Jing all the news about the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon that he had received from Monk Yuanzhu and An Pi Jingsan. Elder Jing was so angry that he immediately blew his beard and glared.
"What, the rb people buried it, Tang Dynasty, what a fucking bitch," Jing Lao didn't have any superior demeanor, he directly cursed, the rb smashing was too shameless, everything Dare to talk nonsense.
"Hey, calm down..." Xiao Feng grinned. In fact, after listening to it, he almost slapped Old Monk Yuanzhu and An's Sutra Three.
…
In the Zen room, Xiao Feng and Mr. Jing were talking, but outside, Sansha's heart was not very peaceful.
"Mr. Jing, how strong are you?" Sansha's eyes flickered, full of doubts.
Originally, Sansha thought that reaching his level would mean that the human body would reach its extreme. No matter how strong he was, he would not be much stronger.
It's not that the three kills are sitting in a well and looking at the sky, but that the masters he has seen, the masters he can face up to, are all at the same level as him, and even if they are better than him, they are not much better.
But now, Sansha no longer thinks so. At least Jing Lao is one level higher than him, or even higher.
"It turns out that we can go further." What people fear most is not having a goal. With a goal, there is a desire to fight. For example, with the current three kills, he wants to become stronger.
About half an hour later, Xiao Feng came out of the room with a depressed face: "Sansha, the old guy asked you to come in and said he would talk to you alone,"
Sansha was stunned for a moment, and then quickly walked into the meditation room without looking at Xiao Feng. It was obvious that his mood was not calm at this time.
Xiao Feng was ignored by the three kills, and his mood became even more depressed. Alas, he had to go to London quickly to get the antidote serum, otherwise he would be too shocked and be despised everywhere.
In the past, with his strength, he gained a huge reputation, Ace of Spades, so majestic and frightening.
But now, people who are known to be better than him can be counted on one hand. Wu Ming, San Kill, Ning Qing, Pang Dahai, Luo Qiufeng... Even Sha Feng's No. 2 Kuang Zhan has better fighting ability than him before. Strong.
"Damn, how come there are so many masters in the world like dogs? It's really shocking." Xiao Feng had the urge to find a piece of tofu and kill him.
"Amitabha, I don't know why Donor Xiao is depressed," the Buddha shouted, and then the old monk Hui Ru appeared.
Xiao Feng was shocked. This old guy was also a master. He touched him in front of him, but he didn't even notice it.
Shocked and shocked, etiquette must not be lost. Xiao Feng quickly stood up straight: "Hello, Master,"
"Haha, tell me, maybe the old monk can explain to Almsgiver Xiao," the old monk Hui Ru said with a smile.
Xiao Feng hesitated: "Master, how powerful is my grandfather? I mean in terms of combat effectiveness."
"In the vastness of China, there are masters like a forest. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. Xiao Donor, I wonder if you know how heavy the sky is," the old monk Hui Ru asked.
Xiao Feng was stunned. The Buddhist heaven is thirty-three and Taoist is thirty-six. Now when the old monk Huiru asked, he naturally had to answer the former: "Master, Buddhism pays attention to the thirty-three heavens and the outer heaven. "
"Haha, that old benefactor Jing is the pinnacle existence of the thirty-third heaven," said the old monk Huiyue, then shouted the Buddha's name again, turned around and left.
"..." Xiao Feng stood there, dumbfounded. The existence of the pinnacle of the thirty-third heaven sounds a bit mysterious, but the actual meaning is that the old guy is one of the most powerful people in China, and even an invincible opponent in China.
"Hey," Xiao Feng took a breath. The old guy was too overbearing. When he came to his senses, the old monk Hui Ru had already walked away. He didn't have the shame to catch up and ask again, Master, what about you? Look at what level of heaven I am...
Just when Xiao Feng was confused, a ringtone rang. He took out his cell phone and it was Feng Lin calling: "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Xiao Feng, my grandfather wants to see you,"
"when,"
"The sooner the better,"
"Okay, I'll come find you in an hour," Xiao Feng thought for a moment and hung up the phone.
About five minutes later, the door of the meditation room opened, and Sansha came out: "The old man lets you in,"
"..." Xiao Feng was completely speechless. He was an old gentleman before, but after a long conversation, he turned into an old man. What a shame.
Xiao Feng has always felt that his personality charm is good, but now he sees that the old guy is even more awesome, and he immediately conquered the three kills.
"Sansha, what are you two talking about inside? It's so mysterious," Xiao Feng asked in a low voice.
Sansha glanced at Xiao Feng: "Didn't I ask what you two were talking about?"
"Uh," one sentence brought Xiao Feng back. He shook his head and sighed: "Oh, Sansha, you have rebelled." After saying that, he walked into the meditation room.
This time, Sansha also came in together.
Xiao Feng told Feng Lin's phone number just now. Mr. Feng nodded and said to let him go.
"Old guy, I'll go first and arrange Zhuge Xin's affairs according to what I just said," Xiao Feng warned uneasily.
"I know how to do it, go ahead," Mr. Jing nodded.
Xiao Feng and San Sha left this strange temple. As soon as they left, the old monk Hui Ru appeared: "Haha, Old Donor Jing, haven't you ever revealed your true identity to Donor Xiao?"
"Haha, young people know too much, it's not good." Not in front of Xiao Feng and Sansha, Mr. Jing's tone to the old monk Huiru was much more casual: "When the little bastard reaches another level, some things will be discussed again." It’s not too late to tell him,”
"Old donor Jing is a man of great wisdom, Amitabha Buddha," said the old monk Huiru, clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name.
"I found that you are less energetic than your senior brother," Mr. Jing muttered, patting the box on the table: "I have to go too,"
"Mr. Jing, please,"
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Feng and San Sha left, followed by Mr. Jing.
No one knows what Mr. Jing and Xiao Feng have plotted and what kind of plans they have made. Everything related to the blood jade treasure and core data is not a trivial matter and should not be taken carelessly.
No one even knows what Mr. Jing said to Sansha, so much so that Sansha changed his title to ‘Old Master’.
Xiao Feng left the Blood Jade Ancestral Dragon and the hard drive storing the core data to Mr. Jing. It would be a bomb if he had it with him, but it would be different if he left it with Mr. Jing.
To paraphrase the words of the old monk Hui Ru, the old guy is at the pinnacle of the thirty-third heaven. He is so scared. Anyone who dares to take his idea will be absolutely destroyed.
