Chapter 32: The Paladin of the Round Table (2)

"Let's go!" Fang Chen smiled and said softly, pulling Nangong Wan'er's jade hand.

Although the masked Nangong Wan'erde's expression could not be seen, the shame and anger at this moment could be seen from the exposed pair of phoenix eyes. Fang Chen smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. Although his jade hands were extremely tender and smooth, like white jade, at this time, he did not have the intention to take advantage of it. It would be good to be able to walk out of here safely.

"Where to go?" As soon as I left the museum entrance, I suddenly saw a huge cross falling from the sky and covering the two of them. The breath was holy and not desecrated, and the energy was majestic and powerful, as if it could destroy all the evil in front of me.

"Go!" Fang Chen's face was solemn, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He quickly protected Nangong Wan'er behind him, took out the iron rod with his right hand, and a golden light faced the cross-shaped light.

"Bang!" A huge sound came out, and a golden white light rushed straight into the sky. In the end, it was a hasty attack by the opponent, and the powerful shock wave led Fang Chen and Nangong Wan'er to retreat.

Fang Chen finally stood firm and looked at the opposite side in surprise. In the square, a white giant sword was standing in his hand, staring at him fiercely, with a hint of anger in his eyes. Dozens of shattered cement blocks were exposed in front of him, and a big pit was exposed in the square. Obviously, the other party was not feeling well with the attack just now.

Suddenly, Fang Chen suddenly felt a sense of warning in his heart. He pulled Nangong Wan'er away from behind. The Demon-Suppressing Tower suddenly rushed behind him with all his might. Just when Nangong Wan'er was surprised, there was another loud noise behind him. Golden light splashed everywhere, spreading in the air like fireworks, and the huge and thick iron gate of the museum was shattered. The Demon-Suppressing Tower flew back to Fang Chen's hand.

"It's not a hateful and ugly dark creature." Sure enough, a breath came from behind. It was obvious that it was not easy to experience Fang Chen's attack just now.

Fang Chen looked at him in a blink of an eye and saw a young and handsome man wearing an ancient and luxurious knight's uniform in the British Empire, holding a Holy Cross sword about one meter long, staring at him coldly.

"It's a magical monk from the East." Another cold voice came from the thick fog. However, it was a knight wearing knight's armor, holding a silver-white spear in his hand, and holding a large metal shield in his hand. With silver-white scales and chain mail, the golden helmet on his head, the full dress of a medieval knight.

"Who are they?" Nangong Wan'er asked carefully.

The knight holding a spear opposite seemed to hear Nangong Wan'erde's question and said, "The twelve Paladins under King Arthur, Lancelot."

"Gao Wen." The knight behind him said two words coldly.

"Kai." The first knight who arrived also reported his name.

"The No. 1 Warrior of King Arthur?" Nangong Wan'er studied at the British Empire University and has been famous for the heroes of the British Empire for a long time, but she didn't expect that these myths and legends actually exist. According to legend, Lesrot was the No. 1 Warrior of King Arthur's Round Table; Gao Wen, one of the Knights of the Round Table, was the nephew of King Arthur. Kai, in the legend of King Arthur, was the righteous brother and director of King Arthur. They are all one of the twelve Paladins of King Arthur.

"I only allow me to have cultivators and martial arts people in China, but I don't allow others to have treasures to maintain the country!" Fang Chen smiled bitterly. King Arthur really looked at him and actually sent three paladins. However, if he knew that these three paladins were originally guarding against the blood clan to steal the Dunhuang Flying Sky Map, but if Fang Chen happened to encounter them, Fang Chen would probably slap him in the mouth, which would be really unlucky.

"Mysterious Chinese monk, please return the items you stole from the museum to my British Empire, and then follow me to see His Highness Arthur, so you can die." Lancelot's spear flashed with a cold light, and a murderous aura pushed Fang Chen to death.

Fang Chen smiled coldly, and the Niwan moved, and the fiery red gourd appeared Niwan, hanging above his head. The red light slowly fell, protecting himself and Nangong Wan'er in the middle. From a distance, it looked like a fiery red silkworm cocoon.

Then Fang Chen stepped slightly with his right foot, as if he was shattering the strong murderous aura with the help of a mysterious force. "This treasure in the Huaxia Pavilion belongs to me, China, when will it become your British Empire? I am here today, just to return the goods to the original owner. This saves your freight. I am afraid that no two cargo ships will be able to transport them to China! But for the sake of China and England's friendlyness, you don't have to pay this fee." Fang Chen sneer. Nangong Wan'er behind him couldn't help but chuckled.

"It is said that the Eastern people are smart and very extraordinary when they see it today." Lancelot was not angry by Fang Chen's words, but said lightly: "But let's leave these words to those politicians to say! You are a monk from the mysterious land of China, and we are knights of the British Empire. They are not ordinary people. Today, you will follow the rules of the supernatural world. Or you defeat us, these treasures will naturally be returned to China. If you lose, the treasures will naturally be kept, and you will follow me to see our Your Highness. How about it?"

Fang Chen secretly scolded the other party for being despicable, but he was helpless. He replied immediately: "A guest is as he pleases, I will meet your conditions, but the person behind me is just an ordinary person and cannot be counted as one. I heard that the British Empire emphasizes gentlemanly demeanor, so let her go first, and we will find a place to fulfill our agreement. How about it?"

Lancelot looked at Nangong Wan'er deeply, as if he wanted to remember her in his heart. After a while, he said, "As you said, this lady can leave first."

Fang Chen felt relieved when he heard this. Although he knew that it would be possible to hide masks like Nangong Wan'er from others, it would be almost impossible to hide them from non-humans. But that was something to be considered in the future. Now he just needs to deal with the three people in front of him.

He immediately took out his cell phone, took out a number, handed it to Nangong Wan'er, and sent a message: "After leaving the square, someone will come to pick you up after you make this call."

Nangong Wan'er looked sad and looked at Fang Chen, her eyes full of worry. Although the two sides had only had an hour or two to contact, the experience of sharing hardships made Nangong Wan'er seem to know Fang Chen for a long time.

"Don't worry, I have my own way of preservation. I will go to you soon." Fang Chen naturally knew the meaning of those eyes, but only in this way can both parties escape from this place.

Seeing this, Lancelot did not stop the two of them from communicating, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Nangong Wan'er reluctantly left the museum, jumping and exerting her light skills quickly. She knew that only when she left the dangerous place could Fang Chen use her own means without any scruples. With herself by her side, she finally had scruples. At this time, she realized that she was a weak person and actually became a "burden" for others. Her desire and pursuit of power surged in her heart.
Chapter completed!