Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1212 Three Persians (1)

In the middle of the night, after Fang Jianming, Wu Qingniu, Linghu Jiannan and others discussed what to do tomorrow morning, they were about to go back to their tents to rest. At this moment, a disciple of the Diancang Sect came in to report that people from the Persian religion appeared in the distance , It seems that people's actions don't seem to be harassment.

After everyone learned about this incident, they couldn't help being surprised, thinking that it was so late, it was rare for the Persians to come here openly, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Knowing that you can't beat it, want to surrender?impossible.Maybe they came to persuade them to surrender, that's still possible.

Soon, Fang Jianming led the crowd out, and after walking not far, he saw a Persian cultist.This area has already been occupied by the Dian Cang Sect and the Kunlun Sect. The Persian Sect members thought they were afraid of being besieged, so they only dared to stand far away.

Fang Jianming walked up with Li Fangwu and Meng Sansi. As for the others, they were seven or eight feet behind, neither far nor near, and they could still hear conversations.

When he got close, Fang Jianming stared at it, and immediately recognized that the current one was the "Persian Pope", and at a glance, he recognized that this "Persian Pope" was the second Pope, not the third "Persian Pope".

Fang Jianming smiled "haha" and said, "Pope of Persia, are you here to die? Even if you come to die, you should bring everyone with you. Why are there so few people?"

People from the Persian religion stood in a large area, but if you count carefully, there are only more than 50 people. How can they compare with Diancang and Kunlun?
The man in front of him is naturally not the Pope of Persia, but the left envoy of darkness, and he said coldly: "Fang Jianming, listen carefully, I am not the Pope of Persia, the Pope of this religion has a high status, how can anyone see it? "

He originally thought that Fang Jianming would show a surprised face, but Fang Jianming just smiled lightly and said: "I guess it's a little bit accurate. You are indeed a counterfeit, and the third pope is also a counterfeit. Since you are not the pope, then What position do you have in Persian religion?"

The dark left envoy said: "I am the dark left envoy."

Fang Jianming said: "The Dark Left Envoy?"

In order for Fang Jianming to compete with the masters he brought, the Dark Left Envoy tried his best to make himself look easy to talk, and said, "That's right. Although our religion advocates light, one of its teachings is: light and darkness always coexist. Therefore, in order to make this religion stronger and more tolerant, there is naturally the existence of the Dark Messenger."

Fang Jianming smiled and said, "Hehe, since you are the left envoy of darkness, who died on Mount Emei? And the third one?"

The left envoy of darkness said in a deep voice: "The one who died is the envoy of darkness, he is my second brother, and the third one is the envoy of darkness, he is my fourth brother."

After hearing this, Fang Jianming was amazed, and said: "No wonder you look so similar, so you are three..." Turning his eyes, he said: "No, it should be quadruplets, the number one is the real Pope, right? "

The left envoy of darkness sneered, and said: "It's good that you know. Fang Jianming, to tell you the truth, it is by no means impossible for our sect to destroy you. However, the pope of our sect cherishes your martial arts, so you can't die if you break the rules. You'd better surrender immediately."

Fang Jianming listened, and said with a smile: "It's a big tone. Is this what you want to say when you come this time?"

The dark left said: "If you don't want to die, you'd better do as I say."

Fang Jianming said: "What if I say no?"

The dark left envoy's face darkened, and he said gloomyly: "Don't you think you are strong in martial arts, do you dare to compete with the masters of our sect?"

Fang Jianming was stunned, and thought to himself: "A master? What kind of master?" Glancing at the people behind the dark left envoy, he saw that except for a group of Persian congregants of uneven height, three of them were silent and dressed in long The person in the clothes is the most suspicious and mysterious, and his heart moved: "Could it be that these three people are the so-called 'masters'."

Fang Jianming's eyes converged, intending to see clearly the reality of the three of them.Unexpectedly, after looking at it for a while, it was impossible to see through the depth of these three people, so I couldn't help being startled.

"What? Don't you dare?" The Dark Left Envoy sneered.

Li Fangwu let out a "bah" and said: "Why is my master afraid? One-on-one, none of you is my master's opponent, I am afraid that your Persian sect is despicable and shameless, and adopts the wheel tactics. "

The dark left emissary said: "This religion will never adopt wheel tactics. As for the number of people on the field, there are no more, no less, exactly three."

After hearing this, Meng Sansi smiled strangely and said, "Let me tell you, do you Persians still dare to have one-on-one? Master, don't be fooled by them."

Fang Jianming had his own plans, and he took another deep look at the three Persian masters, but the three Persian masters never looked at him directly. From the perspective of the three, Fang Jianming was not worthy of them before Fang Jianming agreed to the competition. care about.

Afterwards, Fang Jianming turned his eyes to the Dark Left Envoy, and asked, "I wonder who these three masters are taught by you in Persia?"

The dark leftist thought for a while, and said: "The three seniors are the three masters of Fenghuoyun in our religion, and their qualifications are very high. If you say it, I'm afraid it will scare you to death."

Fang Jianming smiled "haha" and said, "Should there be some bets in this competition?"

Hearing this, the left envoy of darkness secretly rejoiced in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, saying: "Of course, if you lose, you will immediately lead the people to surrender, and you will not be able to resist for the rest of your life."

Fang Jianming smiled faintly and said, "What if Fang wins?"

The left envoy of darkness was startled, in his subconscious mind, Fang Jianming must be defeated this time, because the three people he invited, that is, the "Three Masters of Fenghuoyun", are people with a lot of background in Persia. , has never been defeated so far, and has a high status. If the Pope hadn't sent people to invite him again and again this time, I am afraid that he would not be able to invite the three of them.

Just when the dark left envoy didn't know how to respond to Fang Jianming, he suddenly heard one of the "Three Masters of Wind, Fire and Cloud" say in a stiff voice: "If you can defeat the three of us, the three of us will return to Persia immediately, and the rest of our lives will last forever." Half a step out of Persia."

Fang Jianming thought for a while, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes behind him. Looking back, he saw Zhou Feng looting behind him, and thought, "Sister Feng won't come here for no reason, she must have something to do." Tell me." Seeing Zhou Feng winking at him, he immediately understood.In an instant, the two performed lightness kung fu and reached a distance.

Zhou Feng lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know the details of these three people?"

Fang Jianming shook his head.

Zhou Feng said: "Since you don't know their details, how dare you compete with them?"

Fang Jianming said: "The martial arts of these three people are so unpredictable, it's rare that they are willing to compete with me. If we can force them away, it will be of great benefit to us. Otherwise, with the martial arts of the three of them, no one can stop them , once the melee starts, I'm afraid our side will suffer even more."

(End of this chapter)