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- Mr. Gong and Xiaoyao, the old and the young, successfully passed the first floor of Warehouse No. 1. There were no dangers along the way, especially the two useless bean bags and skewers, which were of great help.
But looking at the dark entrance leading to the second floor, Xiaoyao became nervous.
Kamizumi Michio has come in. That is absolutely true. The ancient painting is on the second floor. What is the situation on the second floor now? Has Kamizumi Michio gotten the painting or Kamizumi? What tricks did Daoxue do and what ambush did he do on the second floor
These questions, like imprisonment spells, were stuck on the little demon's forehead.
Mr. Gong closed his eyes slightly, looked at the little demon and said, "I'll go in. Don't move here."
"Grandpa" The little demon suddenly became unhappy.
The little demon knew very well that Shangquan Daoxue was definitely not the only one in the second floor, and that they were hiding and he was in the light. He just rushed in with his eyes darkened. He was simply throwing himself into a trap.
Although the old man¡¯s cultivation is excellent, even the best people have their mistakes.
Second Grandpa has already passed away. If Grandpa has any troubles, how will the little demon survive?
Mr. Gong whispered: "Yao'er, you are just a young child and don't know the rules here."
"What else can this do?!" the little demon said.
Mr. Gong said: "When traveling in the world, especially when you are in danger, you must have reinforcements and intrusions. The so-called intrusion refers to stepping on the point, and the so-called aid refers to reinforcements. If you and I go in at the same time, once outside, Something unexpected happens, what should I do?¡±
After hearing this, the little demon felt that this was indeed true. He frowned and said, "But grandpa, down here"
Mr. Gong waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, a mere Shangquan Daoxue is not in my eyes."
After saying this, Mr. Gong smiled slightly, his figure panicked, and he flashed into the darkness.
The little demon stood outside the entrance of the cave, waiting extremely nervously and anxiously, with his heart racing.
After waiting for about ten minutes, I heard a sound of knocking on the stone wall from below, bang bang bang, bang bang.
After hearing this, the little demon was overjoyed and rushed in without caring about anything else.
In the grotto, it was extremely dark, without any lamps, which was completely different from the first level above.
This second floor, the cave is very small, the upper part is as high as two stories, and the lower part can only accommodate two or three people walking side by side, and it is pitch black, exuding an incomparable weirdness.
"Grandpa" the little demon whispered.
"Here it is." In the darkness, Mr. Gong's voice came.
Soon, a match was struck, and with a pop, a flame lit up, and Mr. Gong's pipe and pot were immediately extinguished in the darkness.
This dim light flashed quickly. In this very short period of time, the scene in front of him made the little demon's eyes widen.
However, in the small cave, at the feet of Mr. Gong, five dead bodies were lying in various directions.
These five people were dressed in different styles. Two were clearly dressed as Thai monks, two were dressed as Taoist priests, and one of them was dressed in black ninja clothes.
These five people, some were tall and some were short, some were fat and some were thin, but all of them were bleeding from their orifices. There was a sharp dagger inserted in the Yintang, and they died in a very tragic manner.
Although the little demon did not see what happened here after grandpa came in, he could definitely guess from the death scenes of these five people that these five people had been lying in ambush in the darkness, waiting to give grandpa a fatal blow.
And at the flash of lightning when grandpa rushed in, a massacre began!
You are truly worthy of being a grandpa! The little demon couldn't help but be in admiration. In this situation, not even myself, not even the masters of Taoism in the world, could handle this situation.
"Grandpa, there is no Shangquan Daoxue here!" The little demon looked at the Japanese ninja.
The ninja was very young, almost thirty years old.
"Not here." Mr. Gong smiled.
The little demon walked over and found that Mr. Gong's body was shaking. He touched it again and found blood on his hand.
"Grandpa!" the little demon suddenly shouted.
Mr. Gong smiled and said: "It's okay, I just suffered some skin trauma."
The little demon approached and found a ninja dart stuck on Mr. Gong's shoulder.
"As I get older, my body is not as flexible as before." Mr. Gong swayed, using his energy, he forced the dart out and nailed it to the opposite stone wall with a clang.
? ?The demon took out the medicinal powder, applied a bandage on Mr. Gong, and said, "Grandpa, where did Shangquan Daoxue go?"
"It should be behind the second door. That painting is probably in his hands now." Mr. Gong looked at the door in the darkness and said.
"Then what should we do next?" the little demon asked.
"Of course I broke in to get the painting." Mr. Gong knocked his pipe and pot and walked up.
"You are on the left and I am on the right. You must concentrate your attention. After rushing in, take action immediately!" Mr. Gong said gloomily.
"I understand." The little demon said.
When he came to the door, Mr. Gong held the door with both hands, nodded to the little demon, and suddenly opened up. At the same time, the figures of one old and one young rushed in at the same time!
"Kill!" The little demon Baipi drew a strange arc, and the bronze sword in the old man's hand completely covered several meters around him in the shadow of the sword!
But unexpectedly, it was extremely calm in front of them. Except for the soldiers who had already passed out and died on the ground, there was no one standing.
Unlike the darkness outside, inside, it is almost brightly lit.
The moment the little demon raised his head, he discovered that ten meters away, on a big chair, Shangquan Daoxue was sitting with a smile.
Yes, it¡¯s the old Japanese man, wearing a black ninja suit, sitting there with his legs crossed, staring at his father and son with squinted eyes.
Soon, the little demon¡¯s eyes fell on something in Shangquan Daoxue¡¯s hand. He was too familiar with that thing: a pair of antique scrolls! Tang Bohu's picture of a lady.
"Gong Mubai, we two meet again." Shangquan Daoxue looked at Mr. Gong, without any panic, but with a smile on his face.
Mr. Gong was smoking his pipe and was also happy: "Little devil, Master Tao didn't send you away last time and let you escape. But this time, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell and you break in!"
"Hehehehe." Shangquan Daoxue also laughed and said: "Gong Mubai, if it comes to cultivation and skill, I am no match for you no matter what, but now that I have this in my hand, it will be different."
After saying that, Shangquan Daoxue slowly raised the ancient painting, and at the same time, he raised a grenade in his hand.
"What are you going to do?!" the little demon shouted.
"What to do? You should ask your grandpa about this." Shangquan Daoxue looked at Mr. Gong and said: "Old Gong, if my hand shakes like this, haha, your Qiyunshan sect has dreamed of it for hundreds of years. The thing is gone."
"It's your mother's!" Mr. Gong, who had always had a good temper, was extremely angry at this moment!
He doesn¡¯t have to care about other things, but what¡¯s in front of him is Qi Yunshan¡¯s treasure!
"What do you want?" Mr. Gong suddenly smiled.
I want this ancient painting, so why not the Japanese in front of me? How could he blow up this ancient painting? It's nothing more than some crazy thoughts.
"How about let's make a deal?" Shangquan said with a smile on his face.
"Oh, aren't you Japanese people always accustomed to taking things by force? When did you learn how to do business?" Mr. Gong said sarcastically, "If you have any questions, tell me what kind of business you are doing."
Shangquan Daoxue looked at Mr. Gong and said, "Aren't you very good? You come and go without a trace. Back then, you had a nickname called Bu Zhanhua, right?"
Mr. Gong chuckled and said nothing.
The little demon knows very well that the old man is a master of Taoism, and he can be regarded as the Big Dipper in the Taoist sect. In fact, the old man¡¯s hard kung fu is even more proficient, especially his light kung fu, which is unparalleled in the world.
"In this way, I will play with you and win two out of three games. If you win, the painting belongs to you. If I win, hehehe, you have to give me the Great Seal of the Heavenly Master from Qiyun Mountain and let me go. Let's go, how about it?" Shangquan Daoxue showed an obviously weird smile at the corner of his mouth.
These words made the little demon happy.
¡°Did this Japanese devil have his head kicked by a stove? ? He actually wanted to compete with the old man and won two out of three! ?
Your mother's, yes, you Japanese are indeed somewhat good at bullshit ninjutsu and kendo, but in front of the old man, hey, that's how Lu Ban got a big ax in front of his house, and my grandfather asked you to use only one hand, I'm afraid you He will also die without a burial place!
Mr. Gong did not smile, but said: "Shangquan Daoxue, do you know that your kung fu cannot withstand my twenty moves?"
"I know. I know this very well. I learned this seventeen years ago." Shangquan Daoxue didn't care at all. He raised the ancient painting in his hand and said, "But I have a condition."
"explain."
Shangquan Daoxue laughed loudly and said: "I heard that you have a martial art in Qiyun Mountain called Tingfeng, right?"
Um! ? After hearing this, the little demon felt an ominous feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.
Qi Yunshan does have a skill called listening to the wind. As the name suggests, those who practice this kind of Kung Fu must practice in a specific stone room that is invisible. That stone room is the most mysterious place in Qiyun Mountain. It is full of mechanisms and there are bronze figures on the walls. As long as someone enters, they will Countless mechanisms broke out, and the bronze men came out. This kung fu trains people's ability to react in the dark. If they can successfully carry through the stone chamber and come out intact, they have passed the first level.
Next, there are many levels, such as listening to the sounds around you in the dark, such as cutting a hanging hair with a sword in the dark, etc.
Listening to the kung fu, the cultivation was high, and his eyes could not be opened. There was no difference, or even better.
Shangquan Daoxue asked why.
"There is indeed such a skill." Mr. Gong looked at Shangquan Daoxue and seemed to understand what Shangquan Daoxue meant. He smiled and said: "Haha, since you want to try my skill, then I will help you."
After saying that, the old man took out a piece of black cloth from the package and was about to cover his eyes, but saw Shangquan Daoxue shaking his head.
"Bindfolded? What a joke." Shangquandao Snow Monster laughed.
"Then what the hell do you want!?" the little demon said angrily.
Shangquan Daoxue looked at the old man, gritted his teeth and said, "Gong Mubai, what I want is for you to destroy your eyes! Then fight me again!"
"My mother!" When the little demon heard this, he became furious and jumped up to show his face.
Shangquan Daoxue raised the grenade to the painting, and the little demon immediately deflated.
"Gong Mubai, you have no choice!" Shangquan Daoxue stared at Mr. Gong, with incomparable confidence in his tone! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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