The pair of doggy men and women in the helicopter did not waste time on the road. Koga Junmei felt two fingers stirring back and forth, and said in a sweet voice: "I hate it so much, don't do it..." After a while, she felt even more
Enriched, he gasped involuntarily, twisted his body and said coquettishly: "Wude, how come you have three fingers..."
The King of Psychics salivated like an old stick and said: "The more you have, the more you will be satisfied. Let's try four more..."
Koga Junmei also had a faint desire for his proposal, pretending to be helpless and said: "Okay, please slow down and do it bit by bit..."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you, I will be very gentle..."
A heart-wrenching scream came from the cabin, and the helicopter tilted suddenly, twisting and flying forward like a delirious drunkard.
Along the way, with the comfort of the psychic king's fingers, Koga Summi actually climbed to the peak of pleasure several times. The seats below were all wet, and the cabin was filled with a strong smell like sheep's tail.
When the helicopter was about to arrive at Lanzhou, Koga Junmi kept screaming for mercy, and the great lama finally gave up.
After the affair was over, it was time to get down to business. Koga Junmi took out a piece of hand-drawn paper from her bag and handed it over, saying: "Brother Master, this is a map sent by the intelligence department. Ximen Lang's living room is marked on it. Take a look.
Bar."
The psychic king took it in his hand and looked over, only to see that this map was drawn in great detail, showing the specific location of Huamen's Lanzhou garrison, internal facilities, etc., especially the office building where Ximen Lang was located.
The residence is marked clearly with red pen...
Here, two guys are plotting how to capture Ximen Lang alive, while the person involved is feeling uneasy at his residence at Lanzhou Station. Of course, it's not because of the two of them. It was Ximen Lang who received a call from the wife of Heshuo's wife.
Just two days ago, Xu Wensheng and his son escaped from being locked in an iron cage.
According to Master Hong Jiao, it was a mysterious man who opened the iron cage, released the Xue family and his son, and lured the green-robed ancestor away, allowing the Xue family and his son to escape safely. However, this man actually turned out to be the man who was chased by the green-robed ancestor.
He escaped unscathed. In the next two days, the green-robed ancestor searched everywhere in Heshuo, but could not find any trace of the Xue family father and son.
Ximen Lang was very surprised when he heard the news. He knew that his master was one of the top masters in the world, but that mysterious man was able to escape his master's pursuit. This shows how high his martial arts skills must be!
Hong Jiao's purpose of making this call was to tell Ximen Lang to be careful, lest the Xue family and his son go to seek revenge and be unprepared. After Ximen Lang received the call, he naturally felt his wife's concern for him and repeatedly agreed, saying that he would be more vigilant.
Pay careful attention.
Ximen Lang didn't take it to heart that the Xue family father and son, who were once his defeated enemies, escaped, but the mysterious person involved later made him think hard, but in the end he couldn't figure out who this person could be.
It was late at night, Ximen Lang yawned and said to himself: "Love whoever you want, forget it, don't think about it, it's a waste of brain cells. If he dares to mess with me, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around! Sleep..." He
He leaned back and lay on the bed. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but Ximenlang, who was sleeping, heard the buzzing sound coming from outside and frowned. What's going on? It sounded like the sound of a helicopter. Confused, he opened his eyes.
Sit up.
Suddenly, there was only a crash, the glass window was violently smashed, and a black shadow suddenly rushed in, heading straight towards Ximen.
Killer!
This was the first impression in Ximen Lang's mind. In extreme shock, he jumped up and punched out loudly.
"Bang!"
The iron fist with Hunyuan's true strength hit the abdomen of the big lama in red on the opposite side. With this punch alone, a bull weighing more than a thousand kilograms could be knocked out. However, the lama's body only shook a little, and his abdomen
A deep pit appeared, and his fist was stuck deep in it. Immediately, a huge suction force continuously gathered from all around, sucking his fist tightly like a whirlpool.
Ximen Lang felt something was wrong and pushed back hard. Unexpectedly, his fist seemed to have fallen into the tiger's mouth and was not pulled out. The color on his face suddenly changed. His left hand was thrust out like a sword finger, aiming at the acupuncture point on the opponent's chest.
The great lama in red was the psychic Dharma King, the number one expert in Tantric Buddhism. He roared, "Big mudra!" Before Ximen Lang's sword finger touched him, a loud bang was heard, and he was like a cattail leaf fan.
A big slap hit Ximen Lang's head, like a hammer hitting a copper bell.
Ximenlang only felt a buzzing sound, as if he was struck by lightning, like countless hot flames burning on his head. His eyesight went dark and he fainted. All the long hair on his head fell off in an instant and turned into light.
Bright bald head, like a monk.
What the King of Psychics is best at is the Mahamudra Kung Fu, and he has been immersed in it for decades. If an ordinary master was hit on the head by him all at once, his brain would have burst. Seeing this young man actually withstand this thunderbolt
hit, only
He fainted, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It turned out that those rumors were true. This boy was really talented, had good kung fu, and his head was harder than an iron ball! He held Ximen Lang under his arm and kicked on with one foot.
The ground flew out with a roar.
Koga Junmi was flying the R-22 micro helicopter in the air. The roar had attracted the attention of many members of the Chinese clan. Everyone came out of various buildings carrying machetes and other weapons. They were all stunned when they saw the helicopter.
The noise continues.
"Where did the helicopters come from? They are not the two from our Huamen."
"I don't know, it must be the enemy's..."
Jiu Jue and other experts quickly rushed towards the main sect master's room. They expected that the helicopter was probably coming towards Ximen Lang.
The King of Psychics had just jumped over from the window, and the people in Jiujue saw that the master of the sect was being held hostage. Yang Ji, the King of Hundred Battles, and the murderer Maitreya Fang Baala had already flown up to intercept and appeared in front of him.
Yang Ji roared: "You damn bald donkey, put down the chief sect master quickly..." His arms swung, and the giant sword flashed with cold light and slashed at him with an astonishing momentum.
The psychic king flexibly turned sideways in the air to avoid the sword, and kicked out his left foot fiercely. The speed was incredible, hitting Yang Ji's wrist and breaking his wrist. He screamed and fell down, and the giant sword flew away from his hand.
Fang Bala was shocked. This old man's martial arts was so powerful. He was holding a newly made copper cymbal, which was bigger than the original one. He was about to chop the cymbal over, but he found that the opponent's hand was huge.
It was red in color and came with a blast of hot wind. I was surprised, Damn it, what is this?