Chapter 762 No need to discuss if there is no money
Hong Kong Island, Mu Yufeng.
There is a Buddha on the top of the peak called the Altar Buddha.
This Buddha is all made of bronze, weighs 520 tons, has a height of 38 meters, the world's number one.
This is also the most famous scenic spot on Hong Kong Island.
But today, since early in the morning, the entire scenic spot was closed directly.
A large number of police officers blocked the entire Mu Yufeng.
After these police officers completed the lockdown, there was no movement again.
The altar Buddha is majestic, with a huge Buddha head, enough to stand thirty or fifty people.
Zheng Junxi sat on the Buddha's head, frightened to death.
Too terrible.
From here, you can't see anything around you, and there is only a sky left.
The feeling of not touching the sky above and not touching the ground below is really scary.
The worst thing is that the mountain wind is strong and it is difficult to speak.
Su Mu is five meters away from him, and there is actually a comfortable chair under his butt, and there is a coffee table next to it, and there is no shortage of snacks and tea.
It's still steaming.
Zheng Junxi's brain has gone down and she has forgotten to think about how Su Mu brought these things up.
He was awake throughout the whole process and did not faint.
But there are no such memories.
Even if it is sent to it by a helicopter, it will take a lot of manpower.
At the beginning, Zheng Junxi had to force him a few words, and if he didn't threaten, he would tempt him, and if he couldn't tempt, he would plead.
Unfortunately, Su Mu ignored him at all.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning.
The foot of the mountain is ready.
First, the police officers were martial law, and then the Flying Tigers surrounded the Buddha.
Then the entire Hong Kong Island Police Department was dispatched, and the director in charge of safety also came, so it is impossible to say that he was not careful.
Of course, external news must be blocked and limited to those who attended the Zheng family’s birthday party.
Immediately afterwards, the Zheng family also came.
However, everyone was helpless.
The altar Buddha was so smooth and fifty meters high. Only then did the ghost know how the other party got up.
After the two helicopters hovering over their heads teleported the real-time image of the Buddha's head, the Zheng family was so hungry that they didn't spit blood.
The police remained silent.
Well, we're here to make soy sauce.
Even if it is not, it must be.
The other party is simply not a human being.
By the way, how did he get up?
As for the scene from the Buddha's head, Zheng Junxi was unable to stand firmly by the strong wind. The boy waved his hand and poured out a cup of tea without any tilted white smoke, as if there was a circle of void barriers around him.
By the way, what is this kind of person called an ancient martial artist?
It is the kind of fierce man who flew up with his legs and punched the mountain in the air, and half of the mountain was about to collapse.
What is the true internal energy, what is the killing of cows across the mountain, and what is the carrying of bullets in the body.
All are really true.
The police team's gold medal instructor is said to have no qualifications to lick their feet.
Such people can be smashed into pieces with armored vehicles. My small body must not be torn into pieces in a minute?
The Zheng family's offerings have also come.
Several old guys with hunched backs can blow down even when walking. They are said to be ancient martial artists.
Let's watch the show in this wave.
The ancient warriors worshipped by the Zheng family are basically the lowest among ancient warriors, but for ordinary people, they are still as strong as perverts.
In everyone's dumbfounded eyes, a few old guys who had been in their twilight years and half-stepped into the coffin board actually flew up the stairs of Muyu Peak Temple Buddha at a speed faster than a hundred-meter voyage.
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I don’t know how many people’s views have been subverted.
There is a line between ancient warriors and ordinary people.
The helicopter on his head was captured by the camera. The ancient martial artist worshipped by the Zheng family just rushed to the altar Buddha. The high-speed camera captured by Su Mu was like a child's play, turning around in circles, one-to-many, and a few old guys were in a mess. Extremely ran away with his head in his arms.
In the first round, the Zheng family lost completely.
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Cai, the eldest son of the Zheng family, respectfully accompanied someone and appeared at the foot of the mountain.
That was an old man.
Her hair and beard are all white, her eyes are kind, and her whole body exudes a fairy-like trait.
"Who is this?"
"How do I know?"
"Look at the Chen family's uncle Cai is like a grandson."
"Scared, just a little bit."
"I'm already stupid. These people are simply superhumans. I decided to quit and learn from my master."
A group of flying Tigers elites were taking shifts, and the resting people were holding cigarettes in their mouths and drinking coffee, as idle as an outing, whispering in their mouths.
"Do you think that being like them is better than Amelica's superheroes?"
"What superhero, that's a comic, this is an ancient martial arts, is the Chinese magical craft good?"
The guy who was refuted rolled his eyes and then sighed:
"My mother Qu, I really didn't expect that a person could be so powerful."
At this time, the old man with fairy spirit suddenly spoke.
He didn't speak loudly, but his penetration was extremely powerful.
The foot of the mountain is at least more than a thousand meters away from the top of the mountain, and the wind is very fast, but every word he said can be clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.
"My friend, I, Haokong, is an idle person in the mountains and rivers, and I have been sacrificed to worship the Zheng family. Can I fight?"
This sentence has no momentum, and even has an indescribable gentleness. People who hear it can feel a warmth between their hearts, chests and abdomen.
Su Mu on the Buddha's head was slightly shocked.
Sure enough, it's here.
Haokong?
There is nothing Su Mu didn’t know about the ancient warrior sect in the East.
As strong as Haokong, how could it be nameless?
Even his strength has completely surpassed the peak of the innate Great Perfection and has broken through to the divine realm.
And most likely, this is all disguise.
But his identity should have been cut off from the Bloodborne Society.
Another possibility is that this Haokong was Feng Qingxuan and others who secretly found it from the Heroic Spirit Hall through some channel to deal with their super experts.
These people are probably not from high origins and are not involved much. They are even noble or even civilians in the Hall of Heroes, and are still hidden.
No one traces their existence to the root of it, and no one cares about it even if they die.
But any such super expert has the terrifying strength to easily kill a super sect.
Sure enough, Feng Qingxuan and others did not disappoint themselves.
They just stood up to the front and learned routines.
The Zheng family is just a poor person they try to trick.
Su Mu looked at this Junxi with a smile:
"Young Master Zheng, how much money do you want to pay for your family to redeem you?"
Jung Joon-hee said tremblingly:
"Don't kill me, my grandfather will definitely give you money."
Su Mu laughed, stood up from the chair, and shouted at the foot of the mountain:
"You can fight, give money, don't have any money to negotiate."
Uncle Cai stood beside Haokong, lowered his eyebrows and looked smooth, but an angry flame flashed in his eyes.
Fall out!
Dare to be presumptuous when death is about to come?
Haokong stepped forward and said loudly:
"My friend, if I lose, you can ask the Zheng family for it."
"I don't believe your nonsense, let the head of the Zheng family make the name of the name."
Uncle Cai's face turned pale and waved his hand gently.
The car followed him and soon got out of the middle-aged man carrying a briefcase and handed him a document.
The above are listed terms.
If Su Mu loses, it goes without saying that he will be a death.
Haokong lost, but the Zheng family's property was really allowed to be obtained by Su Muyu.
The Flying Tigers used a helicopter to send the contract up as if they were facing a great enemy. After reading it, Su Mu laughed and did not return it to the other party. He just put it away and shouted: