Super Golden Eye

After checking again and again, it was confirmed that the Great Lama of Kampot had died completely, Fang Yang sat down, his body aching, as if he was about to fall apart.

He took out the phone and said to Wang Qiang: "I said you guys are here to catch your breath, and there is a dead man on the top of the building to deal with. I'm really boring."

With Fang Yang's order, Wang Qiang, Wei Ping, and Gong Qianqian rushed to the top floor almost at the same time. Fang Yang treated them lazily, sitting in the corner of the roof and meditating to heal his injuries.

Don't think Gong Qianqian is a woman, and she has the name of a little witch, but among the three, she has the broadest vision.

After carefully inspecting the underground corpse, Gong Qianqian couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! This...is this the Great Lama of Kampot, one of the five great guardians of the Secret Sect?!"

Ji Ping kicked the body that hadn't hardened: "I've heard of the secret sect. This guy is really one of the five great guardians? That's not a low status! I didn't expect to die here!"

Gong Qianqian said sternly: "It's not just not low, the five protectors can be said to be second only to the existence of the secret sect lord, and the real power is inferior.

Perhaps the former Secret Sect Sect Master was relatively strong, but now it is just a nominal symbol. It is the five guardians who really hold the real power.

The followers of the secret sect are divided into five parts: blue, yellow, red, white, and black according to their colors. The first protector leads the followers of Isshi.

Seeing that the great Lama of Kampot is facing the yellow clothes, he should be the protector of the yellow-clothed cultists. Among the five great protectors, he ranks second. Are you serious about it? "

Ji Ping cried strangely: "I'm going, didn't Fang Yang stabbed a hornet's nest?"

Wang Qiang took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, picked out a little yellowish powder and sprinkled it on the body of the Great Lama of Kampot, and pulled Ji Ping and Gong Qianqian back quickly: "Stay away, beware of corpse water splashing on your body and it will be troublesome."

Although there was only a pick of powder, it was just touched on the body of the Great Lama of Kampot, and a large hole was immediately corroded and expanded rapidly.

In less than ten minutes, the bones and flesh, all turned into blood! From now on, there will be no such figure as the Great Lama of Kampot in the world.

After solving the problem of the corpse, Wang Qiang said, “Don’t worry too much about the situation on the secret sect. Once the secret sect and our ancient martial arts have the same roots, they don’t agree. The two sides agreed not to interfere with each other, and I will not go to your place. , You don't come to me either.

In addition, the secret religion is open, advocating competition, and respecting the strong. No matter how beautiful a person is when he lives, he will soon be forgotten after he dies.

Therefore, the greatest impact of the death of the Great Lama of Kampot may be the vacancy left by him. "

Gong Qianqian nodded: "Yes, basically that's it."

Ji Ping just asked casually, except for money and women, there were few other things that could impress him. Pointing to Fang Yang in the corner:

"What do we do now? Waiting for Fang Yang here? In case he uses this as a retreat room and sits in a private room for half a month, we won't starve to death or die of thirst."

Wang Qiang thought for a while: "It shouldn't be. I think he was too exhausted in the previous battle, and he didn't even have the strength to walk, so he adjusted his breath here.

Otherwise, no one is willing to do this when not sure if the surroundings are really safe. Once someone is attacked, he will definitely die miserably. "

Gong Qianqian had some feelings: "It seems that he trusts us very much! He actually gave his life to the three of us."

Ji Ping grinned: "Normal, this situation is very Fang Yang!"

Just when the Great Lama of Kampot was looking for Shang Yang, Chen Tao carefully held a bowl of medicine and sent it to Tianjizi: "Master, your medicine is ready, drink it while it is hot."

Tianjizi lost his hands, and his temper changed very strangely: "Why? Don't you dare to look up? Are you afraid of seeing me without hands? Are you trying to laugh, afraid that I will see?!"

Chen Tao quickly knelt on the ground and said: "The apprentice dare not, please let the master calm down."

Tianjizi kicked Chen Tao out of the room again: "Fuck! It's all because of you! If you could get Fang Yang dealt with earlier, would you make so much trouble? Waste!

Didn't Kampot go to Fang Yang? Don't you follow, what are you doing here! Do you think I died fast enough! "

"The apprentice didn't dare. After giving the master the medicine, he rushed over immediately." Chen Tao didn't dare to say anything. He endured the pain and ran out quickly.

Since Tianjizi was injured, Chen Tao has become the object of his vent. One of the things that is not pleasing to the eye is to beat and scold him. Chen Tao didn't dare to fight back, so he could only wait on his promise.

When Chen Tao was kicked out of the room, Tianjizi's anger also disappeared a lot, looking at the medicine bowl on the table, a thread of resentment flashed in his eyes:

"Fang Yang! Fang Zhenming, sooner or later, I will let you father and son kneel in front of me and sing Conquer!"

Speaking of the unjust soul, Tian Jizi sat down at the table, grabbed the medicine bowl with his mouth, raised his neck, and drank the soup medicine in one gulp.

As soon as he put down the medicine bowl, he saw Tianjizi's face quickly turn black, before he even had time to say a word, he fell to the ground with incredible eyes, looking at the medicine bowl that fell to the ground!

Chen Tao stood outside the door, calculating the time. He used a special type of poison, one gram is said to be poisonous to ten elephants!

Ten minutes later than the prescribed time for the onset of drug effects, Chen Tao cautiously pushed open the door, just in time to see the heavenly machine lying on the ground stubbornly.

The big living person who was still alive just now became an icy dead body in an instant, and the ups and downs in the world are elusive.

Chen Tao kicked the gradually hardened Tianjizi with the dust of his feet. After confirming that he was dead, he madly punched and kicked the corpse, with the pleasure of revenge in his eyes:

"You're not dead, aren't you crazy? Don't you treat me like a dog? If you have the ability, you can jump up and beat me again? Get up!"

After venting frantically for more than ten minutes, Chen Tao stopped his hand panting, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said viciously: "Don't worry, I won't be so cheap for you! Tortured me for 30 years. You have no land, you can only pay when you die!

Once I take care of your corpse, you can stay forever. Whenever I am unhappy, you are my best punching bag! "

Kicked Tianjizi's body away with one foot, Chen Tao began to ransack his room, and he found a lot of good things, which made the smile on his face even greater.

The shrewdness of the Tianjizi I could count Mai Mai and Faqiumen, but it could not be counted, he would die in the hands of his son! It's a big irony.

They have always regarded Fang Yang as the number one enemy in their lives. Normally, Chen Tao should follow Kampot to find Fang Yang. If that's the case, I'm afraid Fang Yang will really be in trouble.

Who knew that because of the emotional changes after Tianjizi lost his hands, Chen Tao couldn't bear it, and he actually acted in advance and missed the best chance to kill Fang Yang.

I don’t know how Chen Tao and Tianjizi under Jiuquan would feel if they knew the truth? I believe the expression will be very interesting.

As for the great Lama Kampot, he was originally hired to be a gun. Whether he was alive or dead, he would not have the slightest influence on Chen Tao.

On the roof of the Yangming Hotel, under the attention of Wang Qiang, Ji Ping, and Gong Qianqian, Fang Yang finally opened his eyes after three weeks of operation, and stood up on the wall, “It seems that he still hasn’t recovered. Who kindly carried me downstairs?"