About half an hour later, the five disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance finally arrived in front of the wooden building.
It was almost six o'clock in the evening. They entered the Pig Cage Walled City around five o'clock, and now the one-hour time limit was almost up.
However, in the entire Pig Cage Walled City, this wooden building is the only one that has not been visited.
Several people walked to the wooden building, looked up, and found that the older but still elegant and delicate woman was no longer on the top of the building.
But the little old man playing the erhu was still sitting there, but he didn't play the erhu anymore. He just sat on the small bench and stared blankly at the disappearing sunset in the distant sky.
Then Yang Jianqing was ready to step into the wooden building.
However, at this moment, Nan Fei suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"You can't go in here."
Nan Fei had a cigarette in his mouth and said this to several disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
Yang Jianqing's brows suddenly frowned.
"Nan Fei, as agreed in advance by both parties, we can search anywhere."
Then Yang Jianqing said in a deep voice.
"But not here."
Nan Fei smiled and still stood in front of everyone.
Yang Jianqing still had a certain understanding of this rough and evil young man. Nan Fei's attitude at this time had already shown that there was absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter.
"We have to go in and take a look."
Yang Jianqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Nan Fei and said firmly.
Yes, if this is just a wooden building where ordinary people live, then you can basically determine if there is any problem if you stand outside the door and take a look.
It's a pity that there are several practitioners in this wooden building, and one of them is a Fetal Movement Realm expert of the same level as their master.
Regarding the enigmatic Nan Mei, it seems that even their master doesn't know the depth of her strength or what mysterious methods this woman has.
And such a strong person has too many ways to interfere with their observation and judgment, so Yang Jianqing insisted on going in and taking a look.
Sometimes the spiritual consciousness is disturbed, but more things can be seen with the eyes.
Although Yang Jianqing actually felt that it was unlikely that the men in black were hiding here, the existence of Nan Mei made this matter technically possible, so Yang Jianqing felt that he had to go in and take a look. .
Now that they have searched most of Yingcheng, they still have not found the whereabouts of the men in black, so the remaining places are becoming more and more likely, and they cannot miss any possible place.
Especially now that Nan Fei insists on not letting them step into the wooden building, it only arouses suspicion.
"Then there's no way."
Nan Fei spread his hands and said:
"How about you try to break in from my place, but you can only do it one by one. If you fight in a group, I am no match for you, so I can only call for help."
Yang Jianqing had a gleaming long sword in his hand.
He chose to "try".
Nan Fei looked at Yang Jianqing jokingly and said with a hint of ridicule:
"I remember you could write three characters before. I don't know if you have improved now, but unless you can write five characters, you can't be my opponent."
Yang Jianqing didn't speak, he just raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, preparing to write in the air.
Compared with when he was at the Lyceum Theater more than half a year ago, his cultivation has indeed improved, and he can already write four characters.
But Nan Fei was right. Unless he could write five words, he would never be Nan Fei's opponent.
"Junior Brother Yang, I'll do it!"
This time Rui Jianqiao said calmly, then opened the piano box in his hand and held the Xue Zhan sword in the box.
Zhanxue Jian let out a soft cry.
Nan Fei's smile disappeared and was replaced by a distressed expression.
"I never hit a woman. Ruirui, if you really want to go in, then go in, but... you can't leave tonight..."
Without saying a word, Nan Fei started to become rude again.
But before he finished speaking, a figure rushed towards him.
"I've wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time."
The person who rushed over was Nagarjuna from Guiyuan Temple. This young monk, who was said to be born with the body of a small King Kong, let out a sharp shout from his mouth, which sounded like a tiger roaring and a leopard roaring, which was heart-stirring.
Longshu rushed in front of Nan Fei like lightning, and punched Nan Fei in the chest.
On Nagarjuna's fist, there was a layer of faint golden light.
A hint of surprise flashed in Nan Fei's eyes.
Not long ago, he laughed at the young monk for his lack of ability and bad temper, because he saw that Nagarjuna's realm was only that of a novice monk in Buddhism.
But now he found that this little monk had a bad temper, but he was also very capable.
Because the power of the young monk's punch definitely reached the level of a monk.
Of course, just because he was surprised, it didn't mean that Nan Fei had any scruples about this punch.
"Are you comparing your strength?"
Nan Fei held a cigarette in his mouth, smiled, and suddenly punched out. On his arms with rolled up sleeves, the muscles appeared like iron bars.
The two fists met in the air and made a dull sound.
The next moment, Longshu suddenly took a big step back.
As for Nan Fei, he didn't even shake his body, it was just that a large piece of ashes suddenly fell from the cigarette in his mouth.
Then he shook his wrist in a somewhat exaggerated manner and screamed strangely:
"Young monk, do you have good strength? You are qualified to be crazy, but it depends on the person. You still don't have the qualifications to be crazy in front of me."
Nagarjuna looked a little ashamed and angry. Ever since he entered Guiyuan Temple, he was regarded as the most talented disciple of Guiyuan Temple's generation because of his natural little Vajra body. Everyone, whether it was his master or other senior brothers, had been telling him that he had How awesome, and then Uncle Long felt that he was really awesome.
Of course, when he was in the temple, if it was purely a matter of strength, he did not lose.
But now in the most proud contest of strength, he was knocked back with a punch, which made Nagarjuna a little hard to accept for a while.
The young monk's eyebrows suddenly stood up, and a sharp sword-like light shot out from his eyes. He made a seal with his left hand and slapped his chest with his backhand.
"Dragon and Elephant are powerful!"
Nagarjuna let out another roar like a tiger's roar. With this roar, the young monk's body suddenly swelled a bit, and his already thick arms became as thick as thighs.
Then Nagarjuna flew southward for the second time and rushed over.
Nan Fei's face finally showed a look of solemnity, because he knew that the dragon-elephant powerful spell of Buddhism could increase a person's strength by at least three times.
This little monk's power is already strong enough. If it were tripled, he would really have to use his real abilities.
Nan Fei suddenly took a breath, and the half of the cigarette in his mouth burned to the bottom in an instant. The next moment, he suddenly let out a loud shout, and the cigarette butt flew out of his mouth and shot straight into the sky.
"Louder than the sound?"
If Longshu's shout was like a roaring tiger and a leopard, full of wild evil aura and tension, then the shout coming from Nan Fei's mouth at this moment was comparable to Tongzhong Dalu.
The problem is that it sounds nothing to other people's ears, because all the power contained in the sound falls on Nagarjuna.
Just like the smoke rings he blew out, the fluctuations of the sound waves were extremely regular and precise, condensing and not dispersing.
Longshu, who rushed towards him like a ferocious tiger, suddenly froze, and a few strands of blood suddenly flowed out from between his mouth and nose.
Then his body, which had swelled a lot, actually shrunk back a bit.
The power of Nan Fei's drink actually directly injured Long Shu, and also broke his Dragon Elephant Powerful spell.
An evil smile appeared on Nan Fei's face, and before Long Shu's body stagnated, he crashed into Long Shu's arms like lightning.
A shoulder bump, then an uppercut to Nagarjuna's chest, and then a knee to Nagarjuna's abdomen.
Three consecutive attacks like a storm.
Nagarjuna's face instantly turned extremely pale. He raised his head and touched a mouthful of blood, then took three big steps back and stood there unsteadily.
Nan Fei's face showed a hint of surprise again, as if he didn't expect that after enduring his loud shout, plus a bump, a punch and a knee, the young monk could still stand without falling down.
"It turns out to be the body of Little King Kong!"
Then he seemed to understand and murmured something.
"No wonder he's so angry."
And the Little Vajra Body is indeed a cultivation talent that is rare in a thousand years, and Guiyuan Temple does not attach such importance to Nagarjuna casually.
At this time, Nagarjuna's body was clearly on the verge of collapse, and blood was flowing from his mouth and nose. However, the fighting spirit in the young monk's eyes grew stronger. His eyebrows were still raised upside down, and he began to form a seal with his palm again.
Huiming behind him seemed a little unbearable when he saw this scene, and wanted to step forward to persuade his junior brother not to fight anymore.
Just remembering some of the instructions from his master, Master Miki, he finally held back and didn't move.
Because only by persevering and fighting without perseverance can we truly transform the body of a small Vajra into the soul of a great Vajra!
At this time, Longjun was ready to pounce on Nan Fei for the third time.
Nan Fei frowned and cursed.
Of course he is not afraid of Nagarjuna. Although the little King Kong body is very powerful, it is still too early to pose a threat now.
It's just that if the fight continues, it will be difficult for him to hold back, and if he allows this little monk to over-exploit his potential, even if he doesn't die in his own hands, he will be seriously injured if he goes back.
It would be fine to teach the young monk a lesson, but Nan Fei had no intention of making the matter a big deal.
Guiyuan Temple usually doesn't care about the affairs of their Pig Cage Walled City, but he didn't dare to really anger the old monk of Guiyuan Temple when he flew south.
So Nan Fei blew out the last puff of cigarette in his mouth.
An extremely round and regular smoke ring flew out of Nan Fei's mouth, flew over a distance of more than ten meters at a seemingly slow speed, and fell from the top of Long Shu's head like a rope loop, tying up Uncle Long's body.
Nagarjuna's body suddenly stiffened, and then he froze in place, unable to move.
Then Nan Fei took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out another cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath and blew out a few smoke rings. Then he looked at the other four people with a smile and asked leisurely:
"Anyone else want to try again?"
