Zhou Yang condescendingly stared at Lu Chengjing, and slowly stretched out his hand.
Lu Chengjing trembled violently.
After hearing two soft clicks, the broken statue of Grand Master fell out of his pocket.
Zhou Yang's outstretched hand turned around, picked up the broken pieces of the Patriarch's statue, and put them together.
This is an old man with extremely long eyebrows, holding a scripture in one hand and a turtle shell in the other.
Although it is shattered in the center, but in one place, it is as lifelike as a living thing.
Especially that pair of eyes flashed slightly, as if the eyes were turning slightly.
The old man looks familiar.
Seen somewhere.
But I can't remember it for a while.
I just feel quite familiar.
When he was staring at the statue carefully, the statue's eyes blinked suddenly, and a line of sight shot from the eyes, colliding with Zhou Yang's gaze.
It's not the statue watching him.
But someone is looking at him with the eyes of the statue!
"Who are you?"
Zhou Yang slowly asked questions.
Then there was a voice from the statue, "Do you know who you are?"
Zhou Yang sneered, and suddenly he stood his palm into a knife, slashed on the statue, and cut the statue at the waist. The original two halves of the fragments became exactly four pieces.
Lu Chengjing wailed, but he didn't know where the courage came from, so he rushed forward, trying to snatch the statue back from Zhou Yang's hands.
Zhou Yang watched him grab the statue, let go, let him snatch it back, and then asked, "Who is this?"
"This, this is my school, ancestor, ancestor!" Lu Chengjing hugged the fragments of the statue tightly in his arms, as if this would give him courage, "a naive person!"
Liangtianmen is named after the name of Patriarch.
"Measure innocent people, measure innocent people, measure innocent people!"
Zhou Yang muttered several times, confirming that he had never heard of this name, and even more could not remember where he had met this old man.
I really can't remember, and I don't want to think about it anymore. He looked at Lu Chengjing who was sitting on the ground, and said solemnly, "Wait, I'll turn around to ask you something!"
After leaving Lu Chengjing, he went straight to the door of the 9113 room, stretched out his hand on the door and pressed it lightly, and the door fell backwards with a bang, and fell heavily to the ground.
Zhou Yang stepped into the room and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the hall, wearing a black robe with a white background, with a white band wrapped around his head, and a large traditional Chinese character "Fa" was written in the middle of the band. .
The middle-aged man sits in the standard mage sitting posture, which is one of the twelve cross-bass sitting postures. With his left hand standing on his chest, his right hand is held high and the bell is constantly shaking, and his mouth is chanting cumbersome mantras quickly.
On the ground in front of him, there were three decapitated roosters, and the blood ran all over the ground, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.
At this moment, he was following the prestige to the door in amazement, the bell in his hand did not stop, the curse in his mouth did not stop, seeing Zhou Yang coming in, he jumped up suddenly, drank something, and threw the bell to the ground, three steps After taking two steps, he rushed towards the window, and when he reached the window, he jumped and smashed the window. One person broke the window and jumped out of the ninth floor.
Then he fell heavily back to the floor in the room.
Because Zhou Yang moved around almost as he jumped up, rushed to the window, stretched out his hand, just grabbed his ankle, pulled it back, and fell to the ground easily.
This Korean mage was really hard-spirited, and he fell extremely hard, but as soon as he hit the ground, he bounced up, pulled out a short blade from his back, and raised it up to insert it into his Heavenly Spirit cover.
This is a unique method of the mage's self-decision. From here, a sharp weapon attached with a spell can be pierced. With a single blow, not only can it be killed successfully, but it can also be scattered, directly bringing all the secrets into the coffin.
Zhou Yang raised the palm of his hand to fly the short blade, and then patted the top of his head with his backhand.
The alive mage who wanted to die immediately turned into a puppet, with his limbs stiff, the surface was frozen, his mouth was staring, and there was no reaction at all.
Zhou Yang dragged the Korean mage out of the room like a dead dog. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Chengjing still sitting on the ground, so he went straight, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him in with a Korean mage. The room was nine, one and twelve.
Hanging up the door with a do not disturb sign, and carefully locking it back, Zhou Yang threw the two to the center of the ground and looked at Lu Chengjing and said, "How did you get on the line with South Korea? Who will ask you for help from the Li family? Busy?"
Lu Chengjing’s shock was a bit calm now, and he had calmed down, but when he saw Zhou Yang, he couldn’t help being frightened, and honestly replied: “When Li Fengzai of the Tianxing Group visited China before, I met him. , Was invited by him to meet several of his children. At that time, he met Li Bong-jae’s eldest son, Li Zhaoxi. Li Bong-jae wanted to arrange for someone to kill Li Xueyin in order to annex her inheritance and pave the way for him to take charge of the family business, but he I dare not let Li Xueyin die at home, and can only do it abroad, so I need someone who is familiar with the local environment and the three religions to help arrange the person to be sent."
Zhou Yang asked again: "Since you want to kill Li Xueyin, you can just arrange for someone to kill her directly. Why do you want to call the degenerate? Is this Li Zhaoxi's idea or yours?"
"I'm just helping to arrange things, and the ideas are their own." Lu Chengjing hurriedly put aside, "but this time Li Zhaoxi is a believer of the New World Sect, and this time I invite the mage of the New World Sect. Li Zhaoxi only wants Li Xueyin. As for how to die, he doesn’t care, but the most important thing is that you can’t die in China, and you’d better not die before the ownership of the Sky Star Group is determined. I guess they probably designed this plan to kill two birds with one stone based on this. Not only can it kill Li Xueyin, but it can also take the opportunity to invite a fallen angel to come to the world and increase their strength."
"New World Teacher..." Zhou Yang frowned twice and asked suddenly, "Is their leader named Cui, Cui Fengmin?"
Lu Chengjing hurriedly said: "Yes, it is indeed Cui Bongmin. I have met him next to Li Fengzai, and I also chatted a few words. I feel that this man's mana is average, but he is favored by some powerful evil, so he can use it. The unique power of this evil thing, Li Fengjae was present at the time, and I didn't investigate it carefully."
Zhou Yang had never met Cui Bongmin in his previous life, and he knew this name, not because the surname Cui did something extraordinary, but because he had a daughter named Cui Zhenzhen.
Choi Chen not only inherited his father’s sect, but also developed the New World Church into the New World Party. He promoted his bestie to become president and became the shadow president behind his back. This affects South Korea’s internal affairs, diplomacy and economy, and finally came out of the bestie. The political scandal caused the first female president of South Korea to step down in embarrassment and go to jail. This has become another powerful example of the good end of no South Korean president.
However, the reason Zhou Yang knew the name Cui Zhenzhen was not because of the fact that a close friend was involved in politics. (End of this chapter)