Eight fifty.
The rain in Rongcheng became much heavier again, and the big raindrops hit the surface of the West Lake, causing ripples.
But this did not affect Long Feicheng's live broadcast mood at all. He was still chatting and spanking with the audience in the live broadcast room.
Even the big brother whose ID is Di Yi, who originally wanted to fly to Rongcheng to beat up Long Feicheng, has now fired a hundred rockets in the live broadcast room.
Just when the live broadcast room was in full swing, there was sudden movement on the scene.
More than a dozen cars came to the gate of the Folklore Research Association.
A strange red flower is uniformly pasted on the car body.
The Red Flower Society is coming.
After receiving the news, Long Feicheng took his mobile phone and walked out. On the way, he did not forget to mock Wu Tianfeng, the young leader of the Red Flower Club.
By the time he came to the door, Wu Tianfeng had already gotten out of the car, followed by Guardian Zuo and other security experts sent by Wu Jianchou.
Even if they saw people from the Red Flower Club in the live broadcast, netizens couldn't help but sigh. The Red Flower Club is indeed an organization that has been established for more than 200 years.
Their guards are well-trained, very well-behaved and unsmiling.
In comparison, the people in the Folklore Research Society seem to be too loose.
But there are also people who don't like the style of the Red Flower Society and think that folk sects should be more liberal.
It is undeniable that the emergence of the Red Flower Society still makes everyone re-examine the gap between the Folklore Research Society and the Red Flower Society.
After Wu Tianfeng got out of the car, he looked around and said coldly:
"Where is Yan Shouyi? Could he be too scared by me to fight? Oh, if he is really scared, I won't embarrass him. As long as he is willing to come forward in person, get under my crotch, and then Call me grandpa and I will let him go!"
As soon as Yan Shou didn't show up, Wang Jilai became the talker.
He said calmly: "Our president will fight three games in a row today. Of course he is different from a playboy like you. He needs to be well prepared."
Wu Tianfeng's face turned cold and he was about to fight back, but Wang Ji went ahead and said:
"It's useless to argue with each other. The time is almost up. Master Wu, you'd better come in quickly and don't waste the time."
Wu Tianfeng snorted coldly: "Time?"
"The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but we dare not keep you until the fifth watch." Wang Jixiang smiled slightly.
As soon as this statement came out, the audience in the live broadcast room applauded one after another.
These harsh words are... cruel enough!
It just so happened that Yan Shou's surname was Yan, and Wang Jichi seemed to have revealed Wu Tianfeng's fate.
Wu Tianfeng was angry and winked at Protector Zuo.
Protector Zuo immediately wanted to take action against Wang Ji.
But just when he was about to take action, a ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ji.
The next second, Miaoji Warrior Monk bathed in the Buddha's light and slowly appeared.
"Amitabha!"
Monk Miaoji clasped his hands together and held a string of rosary beads.
Upon seeing this, Protector Zuo couldn't help but take a few steps back. He felt the threat from Monk Miaoji.
If he takes action, he may not be able to get any benefits.
So Protector Zuo decided to change his strategy and scold Monk Miaoji a few times to show off his verbal abuse.
After all, there are eight precepts in Buddhism, so you won't easily curse others, let alone kill.
Who would have thought that the Miaoji warrior monk who had just finished saying "Amitabha" would point at Protector Zuo and curse in the next second:
"You shameless bitch, you want to bully the small? First let's see if the poor monk's fist will answer! If you dare to do anything outside the ring, the poor monk will definitely blow your head off! If you don't believe it, you can Come and try it!”
Guardian Zuo: "..."
Is this, is this still a monk who eats fast and chants Buddha's name?
This is obviously a monster monk!
Wu Tianfeng was very dissatisfied with Protector Zuo's performance. He asked in a low voice, "Why don't you take action?"
Protector Zuo had an ugly expression on his face: "This demon monk is quite powerful, and he feels a bit like the one in the Bajiaojing."
Wu Tianfeng was startled when he heard this, and then his eyes showed deep fear, and he decided to give in for the time being and not confront Monk Miaoji head-on.
At the same time, he also glanced behind him.
In his convoy, there was a van. The van was very strange. It was locked with more than a dozen chains on the outside and various Taoist charms were posted around it.
Along the way, the car was watched and photographed by many citizens, and was even stopped by law enforcement.
But there was a charmer who came with the convoy. Those who wanted to check the car along the way were controlled by him and avoided inspection.
"Go in." Wu Tianfeng said coldly.
Wang Ji nodded and led the way. Wu Tianfeng waved and the entourage entered on foot. The van followed at the end, driving slowly.
Monk Miaoji also noticed the strange van. When he saw the Taoist talisman attached to it, he couldn't help but frown.
He could feel that there was a person locked in the carriage...or maybe a demon.
The man in the car gave him a strange feeling. He seemed to be a fellow-traveler, but also felt incompatible with him.
"Something weird."
Monk Miaoji said to himself: "I have to discuss this with the Dog Taoist Priest!"
Yan Chou is in seclusion, and no one can disturb him during this period. Yan Chou doesn't even know about Yan Shou's fight in the ring.
Now there are only three elders left in the Folklore Research Association, Miaoji Monk, Dog Taoist and Wei Changqing. Wen Yuxian is not included for the time being because her strength is limited.
Because he was still prejudiced against Wei Changqing in his heart, Monk Miaoji did not plan to find Wei Changqing, but just wanted to chat with the Dog Taoist Priest.
The team of the Red Flower Society walked into the Folklore Research Association in a mighty manner.
Wu Tianfeng held his head high and looked at people through his nostrils throughout the whole process, with arrogance almost written on his face.
Furthermore, the other members of the Red Flower Club also behaved this way and seemed to be superior to others.
This made the audience present and the netizens in the live broadcast room very unhappy.
We are all descendants of folk sects, why should you be superior to others? !
It’s better to go to the Folklore Research Association. All the guys there are talented people and they speak nicely. It feels like I’m home!
Not far away, on the second floor of a two-story pavilion, Tian Jue'er saw Wu Tianfeng arriving, and her pretty face turned pale with fright.
Zhuge Lian on the side touched her head and comforted:
"There are so many people protecting you, so don't be afraid of him."
But this did not alleviate Tian Jue'er's fear.
She said in a hoarse voice: "What if Yan Shouyi loses? Will I have to return to the Red Flower Club?"
Zhuge Ji adjusted his glasses and said: "Based on what I know about the Folklore Research Association these days, even if Yan Shouyi loses, everyone will never hand you over. Those people around Yan Shouyi are really Those who dare to fight hard... Well, of course, there is no guarantee that Yan Shou will lose in a while, sister, what do you think?"
Zhuge Lian smiled and said: "I don't know, but if Yan Shouyi loses, what do you think will happen if I sell you to Wu Tianfeng and then join Chihua?"
Zhuge Ji took two steps back in fright, and Tian Jue'er also looked at Zhuge Lian in horror.
Zhuge Lian touched his nose and asked, "Isn't this joke funny?"
"It's not funny at all..." Zhuge Ji said depressedly.
Tian Jueer was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that this was a "joke".
She almost jumped off the building and ran away again.
