Martial arts: the beginning of the full-level King Kong is not bad

Chen Fan nodded, and started to leave with his hands folded, "Your subordinate obeys."

After he left the Qianhu House, he rushed directly to the stables and picked out a BMW that could only be used by a thousand households.

This is the good horse he has coveted for a long time. Although it is not as fast as him, it is much easier to use for long distances than his own long-distance raid.

Riding this BMW, Chen Fan left Qingzhou City all the way and headed towards Ningzhou.

However, the moment he left the city, countless eyes were already staring at him.

A carrier pigeon flew into He's house and landed very precisely in He Qian's hands.

He Qian took off the envelope and glanced at it, a strong coldness and killing intent burst out in his eyes.

"Hmph, tell the old man to go on, the target has already left the city, and the task must be completed."

"Yes, my lord."

He Qian crushed the envelope, walked out of the hall, and looked up at the sky.

The murderous aura in his eyes was gradually restrained by him and became deeper.

"Grandson, grandpa will avenge you, and this damn Baihu will go to accompany you soon."

"And the Seven Devils of the Desert, hmph, no matter where they are hiding, I will let them be buried with you in a short time."

Up to now, He Qian still thinks that the seven culprits in the desert are the chief culprits, but he doesn't know that they have already died.

Now, the Seven Devils of the Desert are neatly in hell, if they knew what he was thinking, they would jump out angrily.

They were all dead, yet someone still wanted to kill them.

"Father, behind this Chen Fan is a Taoist protector of the Grand Master realm. Can those people we send out be able to deal with him?"

He Xueyi walked behind He Qian and asked with some doubts.

"Hehe, Great Master Protector? How did you make sure?"

He Xueyi was a little confused when he heard the rhetorical question.

"Here, Chen'er once sent several masters to assassinate Chen Fan, but they were all killed by Chen Fan. Doesn't it mean that there is a guardian behind him?"

"Hehe, they're just two trash. It has no meaning other than to show that they can't do anything to Chen Fan."

"This... what do you mean?"

Like a flash of lightning, a very terrifying thought floated into his mind.

"This, you mean that Chen Fan himself is a great master? But, how is this possible?"

He Xueyi's eyes were about to pop out, his face full of disbelief.

"How is it possible for such a young grand master? He is simply unprecedented, right?"

"How can there be such a monster in the world?"

He Qian said indifferently: "I don't know if he is a great master or not. I only know that at least those two trash can't do anything to him."

"You don't have to worry, this time is just a temptation."

"Try?"

He Xueyi was at a loss, not knowing how the assassination became a temptation.

Otherwise, He Qian would be able to control the government steadily. Apart from currying favor with the emperor, the level of strategy alone would far exceed that of his son, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

He glanced at He Xueyi, and said quietly: "If the conditions are right, it's an assassination, if it's not, it's a temptation."

"If Chen Fan's strength is only shown on the surface in Jin Yiwei, he is dead."

"If there is a guardian behind him, there is nothing to hide, and he must show his true body."

"As long as he reveals his identity and comes from the dark to the bright, then we will be fine."

"We can make a plan for the next step based on his strength and background."

Admiration appeared in He Xueyi's eyes, as expected of an old fox.

But he calmed down and asked again: "What if that Chen Fan is really what you expected? What if he is really a great master?"

He Qian said with a heavy tone, "Then you have to think about it."

"This, why, isn't it enough to let Mr. Nangong take action?"

He Xueyi was very puzzled, and some anger was eating away at his reason in his heart.

"Even if Chen Fan is really a great master, then Mr. Nangong can easily catch him?"

When he remembered that his son might have been killed by Chen Fan, the anger in his heart continued to spread, and he wished he could send someone to skin him right now.

Even if Chen Fan didn't kill him, this person was the cause of the incident, no matter what, he must die!

He Qian shook his head slowly and looked towards the sky.

"Grandmaster is not that easy to kill, and Chen Fan's lightness kung fu is very good. If he wants to run away, even Nangong Zhantian may not be sure to make a move."

"If Chen Fan is forced to give up everything, then things will change."

"A grand master with extraordinary lightness kung fu is hiding in the dark and watching. Can you accept this kind of life?"

"Now that he is in the open and we are in the dark, we can take the initiative and we can make good plans. This advantage cannot be given up."

He Xueyi hesitated to speak, and finally asked slowly, "Then if he is really a great master, can we just let it go?"

"Hmph, forget it? How could it be forgotten?"

Under the sun, He Qian's face was uglier than He Xueyi's.

"He dares to kill my grandson, even if he is a grand master, he must die!"

Chapter 112 General Temple

He Xueyi's eyes lit up when he heard his words.

"Father, what do you mean? You have a solution?"

He Qian snorted coldly, "Did you forget that what our He family really relies on is force? Is it relying on these invited masters?"

"The strongest thing we really hold in our hands is power."

"If you want to kill a person, you don't necessarily have to be stronger than him to do it."

He Xueyi suddenly realized that it was necessary to rely on power to suppress Chen Fan.

But yes, thinking about it this way, even if Chen Fan is a grand master, he has nothing to be afraid of.

No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the entire state apparatus of the Dahua Dynasty?

Since force is not enough, then use power to deal with him.

As long as Chen Fan is still in the country, he has to face it.

With the ability of their He family, there are plenty of ways to deal with a great master, Chen Fan.

If not once, then twice, if not twice, then three times.

Anyway, there are so many opportunities, Chen Fan will die in their hands sooner or later.

Of course, the premise of everything is that Chen Fan is really a great master.

If he just died on the way to this mission, it would be over.

He Qian glanced at him, "I asked you to find the Seven Devils of the Desert, have you found it yet?"

He turned around, looked at his son and said, "Chen Fan is just one of the suspects, and the bigger suspects are the Seven Devils of the Desert, and they must not let them go."

He Xueyi's face changed a little, and finally he sighed and said, "I'm sorry father, my son is incompetent. I have searched in many ways, but there is still no relevant information."

He Qian was a little annoyed, and flung his sleeves away, "What a waste, how can you make me feel at ease to hand over the family to you, even such a trivial matter can't be done."

He Xueyi lowered his head and followed him into the hall.

Neither of them knew that the Seven Fiends of the Desert had died a long time ago, without leaving any traces, so of course they couldn't be found.

Even if you search the entire world, it is impossible to find any more information about them.

Chen Fan was still running on the road and knew nothing about their side.

The distance from Qingzhou City to Ningzhou is not too short. If the BMW were to run at full speed day and night, it would take four or five days to get there.

But Chen Fan really didn't care about it, so he didn't push the horse with all his strength, but just hurried on silently.

Therefore, seven days passed, and the destination was not reached.

But in the past seven days, it has been calm.

Except for a few unsightly bandits who dared to rob the road, nothing happened.

These daring bandits naturally became corpses, and the little money they had on them became Chen Fan's entanglement.

Mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are, Chen Fan does not dislike them.

But Chen Fan never relaxed.

Ever since he walked out of Qingzhou City, he has been able to feel a vague murderous aura.

Although this murderous aura was not exposed, Chen Fan knew that he would show up sooner or later.

Now he is just waiting, waiting for the hidden killer to be impatient and start to attack.

It's a matter of who is more patient.

Hmph, a clever hunter will often disguise himself as the prey.

In the evening, Chen Fan came to a barren mountain.

This place can be said to be inaccessible, and there is no place to stay for more than ten miles. Except for the short distance, this is not a conventional road at all.

This is the cemetery he specially chose for others.

He originally wanted to pass through this boundary quickly, after all, he was almost there after passing here, and the killer couldn't do it if he wasn't in a hurry.

But unexpectedly, a heavy rain came suddenly.

The weather of this season is like a woman's temper, which can change as soon as it is said.

As a last resort, Chen Fan had no choice but to find a place to rest.