Super Golden Eye

When he left the Tianjizi room, the respect on his face disappeared, his eyes were cold and he glanced at the tight door behind him, his lips were tight, and he walked quickly to the secret room at the end.

Standing outside the door, Chen Tao knocked on the door: "Is the Great Lama Kampot here? The younger generation has something to discuss."

Soon, a hollow voice came from inside: "Come in."

Walking into the secret room, there was a big red lama meditating there. Chen Tao took two steps forward: "Senior, the teacher has something to do, so I can’t get out for the time being. I specially let the juniors come and wait for you. Don’t make the big lama any inconvenience. ."

Sitting inside was the Great Lama of Kampot, one of the five great guardians of the Secret Sect. Hearing Chen Tao's voice, the Lama Kampot slowly opened his eyes:

"I didn't come here to be greedy for enjoyment. I heard that Ling Master has a copy of "The Great Handprint of Yuanmiao" in his hand.

It was originally the secret method of my secret sect, but it was abandoned in the last time. If Lingshi can be returned, Kampot will have to thank him again in the future. "

Chen Tao said with a smile: "The Great Lama Kampot does not need to be anxious, the teacher has already rushed back, and the scriptures have also been brought back.

It's just that recently in Donghai, there was a guy who caused my teacher a very headache. The juniors are weak and can't worry about their teachers. I'm really ashamed to think about it. "

Kampot was also a person who lived almost a hundred years old. Hearing his friends, he naturally understood that he was going to cast his name. But since there is something to ask for, I can’t put that score:

"Senior nephew's strength, among my peers, should be a wanderer? I don't know who can make you so embarrassed. My good bones happen to be a little rusty, so I just go out for activities."

Chen Tao smiled brilliantly: "The Great Lama of Kampot took the shot, how many people are your opponents in the world? The person I'm talking about is Fang Yang, and he lives on the 33rd floor of the Yangming Hotel."

"Thirty-third floor? Thirty-three days? Hehe, this kid is a bit interesting, and I suddenly can't wait." A smirk appeared on the face of the Lama of Kampot, and his figure shook, and he had disappeared in the secret room.

Watching the Great Lama of Kampot leave, Chen Tao paced out slowly. Tonight is destined to be an eventful autumn, with undercurrents surging everywhere.

The hotel where Fang Yang lived was originally called Funeng Hotel, but after being merged by Yangming, it was renamed Yangming Hotel.

In the room, Fang Yang and Wang Qiang had been talking for a long time, and they were all a little hungry, and it was completely dark outside. A few people were also lazy to go out, so they simply ordered a table of wine and food to come up, drinking and chatting.

Fang Yang was enjoying the drink, and Fang Yang only felt the hairs all over his body stand upside down. With his gaze condensed, he said in a deep voice: "You stay here and don't move, wait for me to come back!"

Wang Qiang and Ji Ping immediately understood that something had happened, but it seemed that Fang Yang didn’t want them to intervene, or thought that their strength could not help, so they didn’t ask much, and simply said: “Be careful. , Come back with three fine drinks."

"No problem, will I still be afraid of you if I drink?" Fang Yang walked out of the room while laughing and joking, and immediately activated the Golden Eye and Golden Compass, looking for the source of the anxiety, and immediately locked the target on the top floor!

Yangming Hotel was originally the private property of Funeng Group and was completely self-use, so it only has forty floors. Fang Yang didn't take the elevator, but walked up slowly along the stairs of the safe passage.

Standing in front of the last door leading to the top of the building, Fang Yang's chill reached its climax. He could very clearly sense that a strong murderous intent completely locked him down!

Since avoidance is inevitable, Fang Yang is not allowed to escape. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the iron gate on the roof.

Standing in front of the iron gate on the rooftop, Fang Yang saw the Great Lama of Kampot who was sitting cross-legged across from him at a glance. The first feeling is that this person is very strong! Even stronger than the original Tianjizi!

The great Lama Kampot seemed to show off intentionally, his whole body was agitated, and his body glowed with a faint golden light, as if the gods descended from the earth, slowly floating in the air, looking so majestic and awe-inspiring.

The mighty aura, like the Five Sacred Mountains, pressured Fang. Fortunately, he was prepared, and immediately mobilized the power of Feng Shui, put up a triangular shield in front of him, and cleverly divided the amazing aura to both sides.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang could not retreat under the coercion of his aura. The Lama Kampot was obviously a little surprised, and asked condescendingly: "Your name is Fang Yang?"

Fang Yang didn't have the slightest expression on his face: "With your strength and identity, if you come to find someone, will you find the wrong person?"

A sharp look flashed between the eyes of the Great Lama Kampot, and the right hand was lightly lifted, and a wisp of finger wind shot towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang has been paying attention to the every move of the Great Lama of Kampot. He gently stroked his left hand, seemingly indifferent, but he had already used nearly 90% of the strength of Feng Shui to quietly dissipate the force of the finger.

I was shocked, but he pretended to ask in a relaxed manner: "I haven't consulted the great lama and got angry with a younger generation. It's not like the demeanor of a senior."

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang was able to dispel his own finger, and the Lama Kampot finally looked a little solemn:

"Now I am a little bit convinced why you have become Tianjizi's heart thorn. With strength, charm, and still very young. As long as you give you time to grow up, you must be a generation of heroes!"

Fang Yang rubbed his nose, no matter how nice he said, as long as he heard the heavenly machine, he knew that this was a bad person:

"Hehe, who will say clearly about the future? I want to live a plain life, but unfortunately, there are always people who don't want to see me being too moisturized."

Seeing Fang Yang's innocent appearance, the Great Lama Kampot nodded in cooperation: "Well, if I am your enemy, I don't want to see you grow up. As long as I have a chance, I must first Get rid of you!"

Fang Yang looked like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "Speaking of speaking, don't you still want to fight? How can you say that you are a senior expert, why bother to be so adult."

The Great Lama Kampot shook his head: "You are wrong. If it is another occasion, maybe I will admire you, and maybe even help you stand on the pinnacle of strength.

But now, since someone asks me to do things, I have to go all out. And I have a hunch, if I cannot defeat you today, then there will be no chance to defeat you in the future!

There are not many opportunities to kill a peerless genius with your own hands. Since you are lucky enough to encounter it, you must not miss it. "

Fang Yang was overjoyed: "I said you have to set up a memorial for selling? Do we know each other? Have there been any intersections?

When others say something, you should be the imperial edict? Did I provoke you? Did you steal your wife or dig your ancestral grave? Why do you insist on having trouble with me one by one? "

The Great Lama of Kampot didn't pass by the wind and waves, and was completely unmoved: "I just said that there are not many opportunities to kill the genius by hand!"

"There are too many people who want to kill me, not too many for you! Let go!" What else is there to say?

People made it clear that they want to slap you in the face and kill you, and they want to slap you grandiosely! Regardless of the ending, Fang Yang couldn't retreat, fighting for steamed buns, fighting for it!

The roof is as big as a football field and a half, which is more than enough as a venue.

The great Lama Kampot didn't expect Fang Yang to be so direct. He kept floating in the air. His breath was a bit muddy. Just after he changed his breath and wanted to fall, he saw Fang Yang rushing towards him with his dragon scale sword!