Ye Feng's teasing voice caused a burst of laughter, and a smile appeared on Mr. Zhuge's gloomy face. He pulled the young monk in front of him, lowered his head and stroked the boy's bald head, and asked with a kind expression:
"You brat, you are still as popular as you were when you were a kid. Boy, how is your master, Master Changtian?"
"Okay... okay, my master is fine. I will pick him up in a few days. I will go to my grandpa Wan's place. I... my commander's grandpa will also go...
." The little monk stammered in reply, with a proud look on his face.
Zhuge was stunned after hearing the boy's stammering answer. He then asked with a gloomy look on his face: "Grandpa Wan, Grandpa Commander, isn't your boy an orphan? Where did these two grandfathers come from, and Grandpa Commander. How many years ago?"
No, how did you, a brat like you, learn to lie?"
When Wan Lin heard Senior Zhuge's questioning, he stood on the side of the hillside and said with a smile: "Senior, this guy didn't lie. The grandpa Wan he said was my grandpa, and the commander's grandpa was Commander Ouyang of the Southwest Military Region. Both of them have already
I consider him my grandson."
When the young monk heard that Wan Lin was rescuing him, he quickly said: "Yes, yes, I...my senior brother said...that's right, he...they are all my...my biological grandfather."
The boy frowned, covered his butt again, and shouted with an embarrassed expression: "Where are the pants... where are the pants? You... you... stop chatting first, and quickly... find me a pair of pants, I...
…My butt is still…still…”
Before the boy finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed down the hillside and shouted: "Senior... senior, my senior brother... senior sister is coming... to break into the formation."
Mr. Zhuge quickly raised his head and looked at the formation below. The young monk also covered his buttocks with his hands and strode to the edge of the pavilion near the Seven Stars Formation. His two bright black eyes stared at the figures of Wan Lin and others.
He murmured excitedly: "Hey, I finally saw Wanjia Qinggong. It's so... so fast."
On the hillside below, Wan Lin waved his right hand and led Xiaoya and Lingling directly into the seven-star formation set up by several young students. The figures of the three of them were like three streams of light smoke, suddenly moving to the left.
Suddenly right.
The figures of the three people jumped in front of the wooden knives wielded by several young students. The wooden knives in the hands of several young students had already danced with blades of light. Their feet moved quickly in an attempt to block the figures in front of them.
The tip of the knife grazed the figures of Wan Lin and the others as they passed by.
Wan Lin led Xiaoya and Lingling past the tips of the knives, then suddenly changed direction and rushed straight to the pavilion on the hillside. The three of them were moving very fast, with Wan Lin in front, Xiaoya and Lingling in separate rows.
They followed closely behind him. In the blink of an eye, the three of them had rushed in front of Wan Miao, who was at the head of the seven-star formation.
There was a bright light in Wan Miao's eyes. He looked at the three Wan Lin people who were rushing towards him like lightning and shouted loudly: "Brother, two sisters, be careful, Xiao Miao has been offended!"
As he shouted, he took half a step across his feet, and the wooden knife in his hand had already been raised with a blade light, and he went straight to chop down Wan Lin and the others. The sharp knife light brought up a strong wind, and dust suddenly flew up on the hillside, and pieces of it were scattered.
The gravel followed the wind of the sword and rushed straight towards the charging Wan Lin and the other three.
Obviously, Wan Miao, who is sitting at the head of the formation, is far more powerful than the other young students in the formation. The wind of the sword he wields has already rolled up the gravel on the hillside.
At the same time, several children in the formation below saw Wan Lin and the others rushing past them like the wind, and everyone's eyes also flashed with cold light. The entire seven-star formation was like a long dragon rushing toward Wan Lin and the others.
They gathered around and struck behind Wan Lin and the others with wooden knives flashing.
At this time, Mr. Zhuge had already stood up from the pavilion. His eyes were squinted, and there was no expression on his gloomy face. However, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and a sharp aura came from his straight body.
The young monk standing by the pavilion was looking intently at the hillside below. He felt the sudden breath coming from behind him, and his feet unconsciously took two steps to the side.
The boy looked back with a shocked face, and murmured in a low voice: "Master of internal... internal skills, this... this old friend is too... too powerful... amazing! I... I have to stay away.
……point."
At this time, Ye Feng and others who were standing on the side of the hill below were all looking at the formation in astonishment. Sha Xiaofeng shouted in a low voice: "Captain Wan and the others are so light on their skills."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at Wan Miao, who was slashing at Wan Lin with his sword, and shouted in astonishment: "This little guy at the North Star position at the head of the array has such a powerful sword technique. He actually used his internal strength to dance such a sharp sword.
Feng, several of our team members who broke into the formation last time were injured by this kid with a knife. It seems that this kid didn't use his full strength the last few times."
Xiao Li, who was standing behind him and Ye Feng, also said: "Yes, the last two times our three team members rushed into the formation, not only were they trapped in the formation, but all three of them were injured. They were all injured."
The little guy at the head of the formation was wounded with a wooden sword. He was really merciful at that time and did not use such a sharp sword."
Xiao Li then looked at Ye Feng and asked in a low voice: "Director Ye, is this little guy a disciple of that sect? That's amazing." As soon as Xiao Li finished speaking, Sha Xiaofeng suddenly turned his head to look at him and scolded in a stern voice.
: "Xiao Li, don't ask if you shouldn't ask. Don't you know the discipline?"
Ye Feng also turned around and glared at Xiao Li, then turned back to look at the formation and said: "Captain Sha, I'm afraid you don't know the origin of this little guy, right? I can only tell you that he is Captain Wan's younger brother.
.”
Sha Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment when he heard Ye Feng's answer, then nodded and said, "No wonder he has such good kung fu at such a young age. He turns out to be Captain Wan's younger brother!"
Although Sha Xiaofeng is an old man from the National Security Bureau, he later took over the position of captain of Qian Bin's action team. He only knew that Wan Lin and the others were members of the military's most elite special operations force, but he did not know Wan Lin's origins.
I know that these team members are all martial arts masters and their identities are top secret.
The young trainees recruited by the training school are elite reserve talents trained by the national security system since childhood. Their identities are also top secret. Even he, the captain of the National Security Southwest Bureau Action Team, has no right to check the identity information of these young trainees, so
Sha Xiaofeng and Xiao Li really don't know the origins of young students like Wan Miao.
After Sha Xiaofeng finished speaking, he looked at Xiaomiao with gleaming eyes and asked in a low voice: "Director Ye, can you keep this younger brother, Captain Wan, in our action team? This kid is definitely a good prospect!"
"You can dream." Ye Feng replied with a wry smile, and then said with some frustration: "Don't say you are not qualified to keep this little guy, even I, the director of the Southwest Bureau, do not have the qualifications."