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Chapter 17 Founding Veteran General

Chapter 17 Founding Veteran General

These four gunmen all have short heads, white shirts, trousers, and black leather shoes. They look very tough and murderous. Needless to say, they are all people with martial arts skills.

"What are you doing? Are you making a movie or committing a terrorist attack?" Zhao Xiaorou shouted immediately when he saw it. It was really weird to go up the mountain to admire the moon at night, but someone aimed a gun at his head.

"Terrorist attack? I think you are the ones who carry out terrorist attacks, right?" A man in the lead snorted coldly. The four of them didn't pay much attention to Zhao Xiaorou, but they stared at Zhou Lang, not daring to do anything.

Relax.

"Four of you, we have no grievances or grudges against you, so why bother using guns?"

Zhou Lang was startled at first, but he quickly calmed down. Now that he is a monk, is he still afraid of these four men with guns?

"You want to attack Mr. Qin, we have known about it for a long time, just follow us into Feiyun Temple." The leading man said.

"Attack Mr. Qin?" Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou were both confused.

"Stop pretending, let's go!" The leading man raised the gun in his hand.

"Four of you, we don't know Mr. Qin, nor do we know you. We are just ordinary tourists. If you four want to use force, I won't be polite."

Zhou Lang was inexplicably threatened with a gun, and his temper got worse.

"You dare to resist? The gun in my hand will blow your head off immediately." The leading man said, his tone was cold, like a god of death. From the look in his eyes, he should have killed people before, otherwise, his

There won't be that horrifying murderous aura about him.

"Can having a gun determine a person's life or death?" Zhou Lang said lightly, "I don't think so."

The reason why he is not afraid is because of his strength. In addition, if there is a situation, he can let Xiao Xi, the weapon spirit of the ancestral copper coin, take action. Xiao Xi's strength is far above him. He is already at the foundation building stage. To do this,

It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few people with guns.

"Donor, you should give up your resistance. When you are almost here, I can already feel the energy fluctuations in your body, so these four masters are waiting for you."

Seeing that Zhou Lang and the four men with guns were about to take action, the temple door of Feiyun Temple suddenly opened, and three monks walked out. The leader was an old monk who was almost seventy years old and had a white beard. The other two,

They are all in their early forties. These three people are all wearing gray monk robes, and the one who speaks is the old monk who leads them.

"The great monk has good eyesight, but Feiyun Mountain does not belong to your Feiyun Temple, right? Can't you come? I have never seen such arrogant and rude monks as you."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment and then said that he knew that these monks and the four men holding guns were in the same group. He had been to Feiyun Temple before and had seen these three monks. He thought these three monks were ordinary before.

Extremely, but now it seems that they are all masters.

"That's right, great monk, Feiyun Temple can't be a terrorist base, right? There are so many people with guns, be careful they will be wiped out by the state's violent agencies." Zhao Xiaorou also shouted.

"Amitabha, since the donor is a martial arts practitioner, why should he be secretive? Aren't you just here for Mr. Qin?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said from a distance. He could feel the real energy fluctuations on Zhou Lang's body from a hundred meters away. It was obvious that his martial arts was not low. The realm of martial arts was divided into four levels: martial apprentice, warrior, famous master, and grandmaster. He

Probably reached the master level.

"I've said it again and again, I don't know Mr. Qin, so don't make any excuses, get out of the way immediately." Zhou Lang said, "My friend and I are going to Feiyun Peak."

"Then I'll offend you. Any criminal who dares to attack Mr. Qin will be shot to death." The leader of the men with the gun shouted coldly and was about to shoot Zhou Lang.

"Brother Wolf, save me!"

At this time, Zhao Xiaorou became a little scared.

At the critical moment, under the moonlight, Zhou Lang's figure turned into an afterimage. The four gun-wielding men felt that Zhou Lang disappeared in front of their eyes. At that moment of shock, the afterimages of the four fists almost disappeared.

Hit them all at the same time.

Bang!

The four men with guns were knocked away at the same time and fell to the ground, and all the guns in their hands fell into Zhou Lang's hands.

Zhou Lang exerted force in his hands, and the four pistols were twisted into a ball and discarded on the ground.

The four men were so shocked that they felt numb all over and could not stand up!

"Brother Wolf, you are so awesome!"

Zhao Xiaorou is really tough. After being slightly surprised, she hugged Zhou Lang and kissed Zhou Lang on the face.

The three monks standing in front of the temple had shocked expressions on their faces. The two middle-aged monks were about to take action, but were stopped by the old monk.

"Little benefactor, I haven't killed anyone for many years, but since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to succumb to the demon." The old monk's voice was loud and loud, just like Huang Zhong Da Lu.

The monk's robes on his body moved automatically without the wind. Suddenly, his body jumped up, and there was a distance of more than 20 meters between him and Zhou Lang. However, he only landed on the ground once before jumping in front of Zhou Lang.

, under the moonlight, he was flying like an arrow from the string.

The old monk's fist as big as a bowl struck through the air towards Zhou Lang, and the air made a sound of being exploded. Unexpectedly, the old monk's punch was so powerful!

Zhou Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed a solemn expression. He could see that the old monk was a master-level expert, not a monk. However, he had only practiced "Double Cultivation Book" for a few days, and his actual combat experience was still lacking.

So I'm a little worried.

"Brother Lang, the old monk's cultivation is not at the same level as yours, so you can rest assured to face the enemy."

At this moment, Xiao Xi's voice came from Zhou Lang's mind.

Zhou Lang felt reassured and immediately struck out with a palm.

The old monk came and left even faster, flying straight back to the entrance of Feiyun Temple. He staggered. If the two middle-aged monks hadn't helped him, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand still.

The old monk turned pale and looked at Zhou Lang in disbelief: "Are you a monk?"

"I didn't expect that my life is so valuable that a monk would come after me!"

Before Zhou Lang could speak, the door of Feiyun Temple opened again, and a young man rolled out a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was a thin old man.

This old man was at least ninety years old. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his back was still straight.

"Old Qin, why are you out? Come in quickly. Today, the three of us, master and disciple, will protect your safety even if we risk our lives." The old monk stopped in front of the thin old man sitting in a wheelchair.

"Life and death are determined by fate, Zen Master Fang Zhi. This young man's cultivation level is far higher than yours, so don't make unnecessary sacrifices." The thin old man said calmly: "It's a pity that I, Qin Jingyu, was not killed by bullets and bullets back then, but I died here.

In the hands of a killer."

"Isn't Qin Jingyu an old general who founded the country? How could he be here? Unfortunately, he is too far away and I can't see him clearly." Zhao Xiaorou muttered.

When Zhou Lang heard Zhao Xiaorou's muttering, his heart suddenly moved and he looked at the thin old man.

"General Qin?"

Zhou Lang had seen some documentary films and immediately recognized that the thin old man was Qin Jingyu, the famous founding general of China.


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