Super Golden Eye

Chapter 549 The Great Lama of Kampot

When he left Tianjizi's room, the respect on his face was gone. He glanced coldly at the door behind him, pursed his lips tightly, and walked quickly towards a secret room at the end.

Standing outside the door, Chen Tao knocked on the door: "Is the Grand Lama of Kampot here? I have something to discuss with you."

Soon, a hollow voice came from inside: "Come in."

Walking into the secret room, there was a great lama in red who was meditating there. Chen Tao took two steps forward and said, "Senior, my master has something to do and I can't get away for the time being. I specially asked junior Qin to come and take care of me, so as not to cause any inconvenience to the great lama." .”

Sitting inside was none other than the Great Lama of Gonpot, one of the five protectors of the secret sect. Hearing Chen Tao's voice, the Great Lama of Kampot slowly opened his eyes:

"I didn't come here just for enjoyment. I heard that the master has a copy of "Perfect Mahamudra" in his hand.

It was originally my secret sect's secret method to suppress the sect, but it was abandoned during the last catastrophe. If the master can return it, I will be grateful for the tribute in the future. "

Chen Tao smiled and said, "Don't be impatient, Grand Lama of Gonpot. My master has already rushed back and brought the scriptures with him.

But recently in the East China Sea, there was a guy who gave the family teacher a lot of headaches. The junior is not strong enough and cannot worry about his teacher. I feel really ashamed when I think about it. "

Gonpot is also a man who has lived for almost a hundred years. He is obedient and a close friend, so he naturally understands that he is going to submit a petition. But since we have something to ask for, we can’t put it into perspective:

"My nephew's strength should be a lucky one among his peers, right? I don't know who can make you so embarrassed. My good bones are a little rusty, so I just want to go out for some exercise."

Chen Tao smiled brightly: "How many people in the world are your opponents after the Grand Lama of Gonpot took action? The man I'm talking about is called Fang Yang, and he currently lives on the 33rd floor of Yangming Hotel."

"Thirty-three floors? Thirty-three floors? Haha, this boy is interesting, and I suddenly can't wait." A trace of a sinister smile appeared on the face of the Kampo Grand Lama, and he swayed and disappeared in the secret room.

Watching the Great Lama of Kampot leave, Chen Tao walked out slowly. Tonight is destined to be an eventful night, with undercurrents everywhere.

The hotel where Fang Yang stayed was originally called Funeng Hotel. Later, after it was merged with Yangming, it was renamed Yangming Hotel.

In the room, Fang Yang and Wang Qiang talked for a long time, and they were all a little hungry. It was completely dark outside. A few people were too lazy to go out, so they simply ordered a table of food and drinks to be served and chatted while drinking.

While he was getting excited about drinking, Fang Yang felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end. His eyes were focused and he said in a deep voice: "You guys stay here and don't move, wait for me to come back!"

Wang Qiang and Ji Ping immediately understood that something was going on, but it seemed that Fang Yang didn't want them to intervene, or thought that their strength couldn't help, so he didn't ask any more questions and simply said: "Be careful." , I will be fined three drinks when I come back."

"No problem, will I still be afraid of you when I drink?" While joking, Fang Yang walked out of the room and immediately activated the golden eye and golden compass with all his strength to find the source of the uneasiness, and immediately targeted the top floor!

Yangming Hotel was originally the private property of Funeng Group and was entirely for its own use, so it only had 40 floors. Fang Yang did not take the elevator, but walked slowly up the stairs to the safety passage.

Standing in front of the last door leading to the roof, the chill in Fang Yang's heart reached its peak. He could sense very clearly that a strong murderous intention had completely locked him in!

Since there was no way to avoid it, Fang Yang was not allowed to escape. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the iron door on the rooftop.

Standing in front of the rooftop iron gate, Fang Yang immediately saw the Kampot Lama sitting cross-legged and meditating opposite. The first impression is that this person is very strong! Even stronger than the original Tianjizi!

The Grand Lama of Kampot seemed to be deliberately showing off, his whole body was filled with true energy, and his body emitted a faint golden light, as if a god descended from heaven, slowly floating into the air. He looked so majestic and majestic, which made people feel awe.

A powerful momentum pressed towards Fang Yang like the five mountains pressing down on him. Fortunately, he was well prepared and immediately mobilized the power of Feng Shui to set up a triangular shield in front of himself, cleverly dividing the astonishing momentum to both sides.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang could not retreat even under the pressure of his own momentum. The Grand Lama of Kampot was obviously a little surprised and asked condescendingly: "Your name is Fang Yang?"

There was no expression on Fang Yang's face: "With your strength and identity, if you are looking for someone, is it possible that you are looking for the wrong person?"

A sharp look flashed between the eyes of the Grand Lama of Kampot. He raised his right hand slightly and shot a ray of wind towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang had been paying attention to every move of the Grand Lama of Kampot. He touched it lightly with his left hand. It seemed careless, but he had already used nearly 90% of the power of Feng Shui to quietly remove the power of his fingers.

He was shocked in his heart, but he still pretended to be relaxed and asked: "I haven't asked the great lama for his name yet, and getting angry with a junior is not like the behavior of a senior master."

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang could actually melt away his finger. The Great Lama of Kampot finally looked a little solemn:

"Now I kind of believe why you have become a thorn in Tianjizi's heart. You are powerful, charming, and still very young. As long as you are given time to grow up, you will be a great hero!"

Fang Yang rubbed his nose, no matter how nice he said it, as long as he heard Tianjizi, he knew that it was coming from a bad person:

"Haha, who can say clearly what will happen in the future? I really want to live a normal life, but unfortunately, there are always people who don't want to see me living a happy life."

Looking at Fang Yang's innocent look, the Great Lama of Kampot actually nodded cooperatively: "Well, if I were your enemy, I wouldn't want to see you grow up either. As long as there is a chance, I must first Get rid of you!"

Fang Yang looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "After all, we still have to fight? After all, you are also a senior expert, why do you need to take such an adult detour."

The Great Lama of Kampot shook his head: "You are wrong. If it were another situation, maybe I would appreciate you and maybe even help you reach the peak of strength.

But now, since someone has asked me to do something, I have to go all out. And I have a hunch that if I can't defeat you today, I will never have the chance to defeat you in the future!

There are not many opportunities to kill a peerless genius with your own hands. If you are lucky enough to encounter one, you must not miss it. "

Fang Yang was so angry: "I said, do you want to build a memorial arch when you go out to sell? Do we know each other? Have we ever crossed paths?

When others say something, do you treat it as an imperial edict? Did I provoke you? Did he steal your wife or dig up your ancestral grave? Why do you all have to fight with me? "

The Great Lama of Kampot was unmoved by all the storms and waves: "I just said that there are not many opportunities to kill a genius with your own hands!"

"There are many people who want to kill me, and one of them is you! Come on over!" What else is there to say?

They have made it clear that they want to slap you in the face and kill you, and they want to do it openly! No matter what the outcome is, Fang Yang has no choice but to retreat. He won't fight for the steamed buns, but he will fight for it!

The roof of the building is as big as a football field and a half, which is more than enough for a venue.

The Grand Lama of Kampot didn't expect Fang Yang to be so direct and kept floating in the air. His breath was a little turbid. Just as he took a breath and wanted to come down, he saw Fang Yang coming across from him brandishing his dragon scale sword!