Peach Luck Shuangxiu

Chapter 17

These four gunmen all have cut-cuts, white shirts, trousers, and black leather shoes. They look very tough and murderous. Needless to say, they are all people with martial arts skills.

"What are you doing? Are you making a movie or doing a terrorist attack?" Zhao Xiaorou immediately yelled when she saw it. It was really strange to be pointed at the head with a gun while going up the mountain to enjoy the moon at night.

"Terrorist attack? I think you are the ones who engage in terrorist attacks?" The leading man snorted coldly. The four of them didn't pay much attention to Zhao Xiaorou, but they kept their eyes on Zhou Lang, not daring to have the slightest thought. lax.

"Four, we have no grievances with you, why use guns?"

At the beginning, Zhou Lang was also taken aback, but he quickly stabilized his mind. Now that he is a monk, he is still afraid of these four gunmen?

"You want to attack Mr. Qin, we already knew, obediently follow us into Feiyun Temple." The leading man said.

"Attack Mr. Qin?" Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou were a little confused.

"Stop pretending, let's go!" The leading man raised the gun in his hand.

"Four, we don't know Mr. Qin, nor you. We are just ordinary tourists. If the four want to use force, I will not be polite."

Zhou Lang was inexplicably threatened with a gun, and his temper also came up.

"Do you dare to resist? The gun in my hand will blow your head off immediately." The leading man said, his tone was cold, like a god of killing, judging from his eyes, he should have killed someone, otherwise, his There won't be that kind of murderous aura on him.

"Having a gun can decide a person's life or death?" Zhou Lang said lightly, "I don't think so."

The reason why he is not afraid is because of his strength. In addition, when there is a real situation, he can let Xiaoxi, the spirit of the ancestral copper coin, take action. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few people with guns.

"Benefactor, you should give up resisting. When you are almost here, I can already feel the fluctuation of your true energy, so these four masters are waiting for you."

Seeing that Zhou Lang and the four men with guns were about to make a move, the gate of Feiyun Temple opened suddenly, and three monks came out, the leader was an old monk with a white beard who was very old, and the other two, They were all in their early forties, and the three of them were all wearing gray monk robes, and it was the old monk who was the leader who spoke.

"The Great Monk has good eyesight, but Feiyun Mountain doesn't belong to your Feiyun Temple, does it? Is it impossible to come? I haven't seen such an arrogant and rude monk like you."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment and said, he knew that these monks were with the four men holding the guns. He had been to Feiyun Temple before, and he had seen these three monks before. He thought these three monks were ordinary. To the extreme, but now it seems that they are all masters.

"That's right, great monk, Feiyun Temple is not a terrorist base, there are so many people with guns, beware of being wiped out by the violent state agencies." Zhao Xiaorou also yelled.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor is a martial arts practitioner, why bother to hide it? Didn't you come here just for Elder Qin?"

The old monk clasped his hands together from a distance. He could feel the fluctuations of the true energy on Zhou Lang's body from a distance of hundreds of meters. It was obvious that his martial arts were not low. The realm of martial arts was divided into four levels: martial apprentice, warrior, master, and master. It is likely to reach the master level.

"I've said it again and again, I don't know Mr. Qin, so don't make excuses, get out of the way immediately." Zhou Lang said, "My friend and I are going to Feiyun Peak."

"Then you'll be offended. Anyone who dares to attack Mr. Qin will be shot to death." The leader of the men with the gun gave a cold shout and was about to shoot Zhou Lang.

"Brother Wolf, save me!"

This time, Zhao Xiaorou became a little scared.

At the very moment, under the moonlight, Zhou Lang's figure turned into an afterimage. The four men with guns felt that Zhou Lang disappeared in front of their eyes. At the moment of their astonishment, the afterimages of the four fists almost hit them all at the same time.

Bang!

Four men with guns were knocked into the air at the same time and fell to the ground, and all the guns in their hands fell into Zhou Lang's hands.

Zhou Lang exerted force in his hands, and the four pistols were twisted into a ball and discarded, and he threw them on the ground.

The four men's minds were shocked, and they felt numb all over, and they couldn't even stand up!

"Brother Wolf, you are so awesome!"

Zhao Xiaorou was also really tough, after being slightly taken aback, she hugged Zhou Lang and kissed him on the face.

The faces of the three monks standing in front of the temple all showed shock. The two middle-aged monks were about to make a move, but they were stopped by the old monk.

"Little benefactor, I haven't practiced killing for many years, but since you are stubborn, I have no choice but to cast down demons." The old monk's voice came out very loudly, just like Huang Zhong Dalu.

The monk's robe on his body moved automatically without wind, and suddenly, he jumped up, and there was a distance of more than [-] meters between Zhou Lang and Zhou Lang. However, he only landed on the ground once before jumping in front of Zhou Lang , Under the moonlight, he was flying like an arrow from the string.

The old monk's bowl-sized fist punched Zhou Lang through the air, and the air made the sound of being exploded. Unexpectedly, this old monk's punch was so powerful!

Zhou Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed a dignified expression. He could see that the old monk was a master-level master, not a monk, but he had only practiced the "Treasure of Double Cultivation" for a few days, and his actual combat experience was still lacking. So a little worried.

"Brother Wolf, the old monk's cultivation is not on the same level as yours, so you can face the enemy with confidence."

At this moment, Xiaoxi's voice came from Zhou Lang's mind.

Feeling at ease, Zhou Lang immediately slapped it out.

The old monk came and went even faster, and flew back directly to the gate of Feiyun Temple, staggering, if not for the two middle-aged monks helping him, he probably wouldn't be able to stand still.

The old monk turned pale, looked at Zhou Lang in disbelief and said, "Are you a monk?"

"I didn't expect the old man's life to be so valuable, and there are monks chasing and killing me!"

Before Zhou Lang could speak, the door of Feiyun Temple opened again, and a young man pushed out a wheelchair, and a thin old man was sitting in the wheelchair.

This old man is at least 90 years old. Although he is sitting in a wheelchair, his waist is still straight.

"Mr. Qin, why did you come out? Come in quickly. Today, the three of us, my master and apprentice, will protect your safety even if we risk our lives." The old monk stopped the thin old man in the wheelchair.

"Life and death are destiny, Chan Master Fang Zhi, this young man's cultivation is far above yours, so don't make unnecessary sacrifices." The thin old man said indifferently: "It's a pity that I, Qin Jingyu, didn't die in a hail of bullets back then, but died here in the hands of the killer."

"Isn't Qin Jingyu the old general who founded the country? How could he be here, but unfortunately the distance is too far, I can't see clearly." Zhao Xiaorou muttered.

Hearing Zhao Xiaorou's muttering, Zhou Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the thin old man.

"General Qin?"

Zhou Lang had seen some documentaries, and immediately recognized that the thin old man was Qin Jingyu, the famous founding general of China.