City tour of the master of cultivation

Since KTV is not far from home, Zhou Yi doesn't take a taxi, so he walks home with great strides, feeling rare peace.

More than ten minutes later, I saw Rolls Royce at the bottom of the building.

"Why?" Zhou Yi's brows wrinkled. He felt something wrong with the atmosphere. There was a tension in the air.

"Come out!" Zhou Yi gives a cold drink. He feels that there are three more strange breath at the door of his home. Each breath is very strong, and he has the strength of the early dark strength.

"Great, great! Ha ha As soon as Zhou Yi's words were finished, three figures appeared in the shadow of the corridor. In the middle of the figure was a middle-aged man with big arms and a round waist, with a man and a woman on both sides. He was also 27 or 78 years old.

"General situ said let's have a better attitude towards you, but I didn't believe it at that time. What can an 18-year-old boy have that is worth my good attitude..." the middle-aged man walked out and took a look at Zhou Yi and said slowly.

"But when I saw you today, I knew you had the ability!" The middle-aged man walks out of the shadow. Zhou Yi looks at the three people with the light. The corners of his eyes are gentle. The man with big arms and round waist in the middle has a touch of blood, which is obviously caused by years of killing.

As for the pair of men and women beside him, each of them is extremely concise, and every step is very regular.

"What can I do for you?" Zhou Yi asked faintly. He had judged from the beginning that the three men were not murderous to him. Otherwise, he would not have yelled, but directly shot.

"To you, to the monastery!" The middle-aged man took a look at Zhou Yi and said in a deep voice.

"No!" Zhou Yi refused without thinking about it. For nothing else, he refused because of the three people's attitude. He didn't have the slightest attitude of inviting others. Instead, he wanted to give Zhou Yi a bad impression.

"Arrogance The young man on the left side of the middle-aged man spoke coldly.

The middle-aged man waved his hand. Instead of getting angry, he scratched a lot of people with interest. Zhou Yi asked, "why don't you refuse if you don't listen to our monastery?"

"Too lazy to listen." Zhou Yi took a look at the young man and said calmly.

"Do you know who is standing in front of you?" At this time, the enchanting woman on the right side of the middle-aged man spoke faintly, and there was a bit of worship in her tone.

"Oh? Who is it? " Zhou Yi looks at the middle-aged man with a smile. It's undeniable that this middle-aged man who has experienced many battles is indeed the strongest one he has ever seen since he came to the earth. Besides Taoist Yunxu, even Cangsong can't survive several rounds in his hands. However, no matter how strong he is, what can he do with Zhou Yi?

"Uncle Han is the martial class of our monastery..." the enchanting woman said with pride.

"Little bird The middle-aged man gave a cold hum and interrupted the words behind the enchanting woman.

"Hum, little bird, he doesn't deserve to know uncle Han's identity," said the young man, looking at the woman.

The enchanting woman's face turns blue and red. She realizes that Zhou Yi just wanted to talk to her, but she almost got caught.

"Ha ha, boy, I appreciate you very much. You are not only excellent in force, but also good in brain. Before general situ asked me to give you the identity of a martial arts teacher, I still hesitated. But after meeting you, I know you are worthy of the title!" Said the middle-aged man.

Hearing the word "martial arts master", the faces of the young men and women were somewhat unnatural. The reason why the two of them had no false words about Zhou Yi at the beginning was that general situ wanted to give Zhou Yi the status of martial arts master.

You have to know that the two of them have been studying in the Taoist school for five years. During this period, they have gone through dozens of battles and completed many tasks before they were promoted to martial arts master. But general situ said that as long as Zhou Yi studied in the Taoist school, he would be given the status of martial arts master. How can they not be angry.

"Boy, let me tell you where the monastery is first." The middle-aged man took a look at Zhou Yi and said with pride.

"I don't think you've heard of monasteries in China before. I'll tell you today. Most people think that public security in China is always maintained by the Public Security Bureau and the army. The Public Security Bureau and the army are the only guarantee for China."

"In fact, what they don't know is that in China, there are many people that the Public Security Bureau and the army can't deal with, that is, the martial arts and the monks, the martial arts and the monks, who cultivate their body, and the monks practice their magic. When they cultivate to a certain extent, they can master the power that ordinary people can't imagine. The martial arts can break steel, and the monks' magic can kill people invisibly."

"Therefore, neither the martial arts nor the monks can be dealt with by the ordinary police and soldiers. Therefore, in the early days of the founding of the people's Republic of China, we set up monasteries to deal with the martial arts and monks who broke the law and disturbed the secular life. Because the existence of monasteries is too incredible, China has never made public the existence of monasteries, and even most of the people in China have no idea I don't know this place exists. "

"However, not knowing does not mean that there does not exist. As long as there are many martial arts and monks in China, then there must be my monastery! The purpose of monasteries is to frighten the martial arts and monks, so that they do not dare to mess around. If there is no monasteries, boy, think for yourself, the martial arts masters are rampant, and the monks who know magic are rampant. Chinese society has long been in chaos. It's not sure if you can grow up safely. "The middle-aged man said word by word for a long time, and finally made it clear what the monastery was.

"Boy, now you tell me, give you a chance to defend your country and people, and let you join the monastery. Do you want to." The middle-aged man asked haughtily, his nostrils were almost in the sky.

Zhou Yi rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man like an idiot. He thought that the goods were crazy. He cheated a primary school student or a second grade junior. Maybe they would cry and shout their parents' consent. But he said in front of him, what do you think of yourself? The flowers of the motherland?

"No." Zhou Yi gives his answer and is about to go home. He has no time to play with the mentally retarded middle-aged man.

"Boy, you think about it." Seeing that Zhou Yi is going to leave, the middle-aged man reaches out his big hand and grabs Zhou Yi's shoulder. There is a bit of anger in his voice. He has said so much, but Zhou Yi still gives him such an answer, which makes the middle-aged man very beautiful.

"Let go." Zhou Yi makes a faint voice. The middle-aged man's hand on his shoulder is very hard. If he is an ordinary person, it is estimated that his shoulder blade may be scratched at this moment.

"Uncle Han, I think we should let this boy know that our monastery is inviolable." The young man on one side spoke out defiantly. Before, when others heard about the name of the monastery, no one dared to be like Zhou Yi.

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time, whether you're in my monastery or not!" The middle-aged man's voice is getting colder. Situ Wenqiang's task is to ask Zhou Yi to register in the monastery. If Zhou Yi can join the monastery, it's better.

So Han Lei patted his chest. He assured situ Wenqiang that he would let Zhou Yi join the monastery, but he didn't expect Zhou Yi's attitude.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, but didn't answer. He directly waved his fist to Han Lei's face, mercilessly!

"To die!" Han Lei roars and waves his big hand to Zhou Yi. He has decided to use his strength to let Zhou Yi know the horror of the monastery.

The rebellious young man and the enchanting woman gave a cold hum, but they didn't give a hand to Zhou Yi, because they believed that Han Lei's strength was more than enough to clean up Zhou Yi.

"Hum, this smelly boy really doesn't know how to write death. Uncle Han has carried out hundreds of missions in the courtyard, and there are not ten of them, but eight of them. I'd like to see what ability this smelly boy has to refuse to enter my monastery!" Enchanting woman disdains to say.

The young man nodded, "don't worry, uncle Han will let him know that the monastery is inviolable. It is said that the boy had been fighting with Cangsong for more than ten minutes at that time, which means that his strength is not equal to that of his uncle. At most, the boy is better than Cangsong, but Uncle Han has killed no less than five martial artists who are better than Cangsong. At most, he will lose ten rounds! "

"Bang"

"bang"

....

Zhou Yi has already collided with Han Lei for dozens of rounds when talking between the rebellious youth and the enchanting woman. Without any effort, Zhou Yi beat Han Lei with the common Kung Fu He learned in his previous life.

But Han Lei is not so casual as Zhou Yi, and even has a cold sweat on his head, because he felt the great pressure brought by Zhou Yi from the beginning, so he tried his best, but Zhou Yi is just like a person who has nothing to do! He had no influence at all.

In a few seconds, after the ten rounds that the rebellious youth said, Zhou Yi was still calm, but Han Lei's look was more and more dignified.

"Uncle Han... Isn't he in good shape today?" The rebellious youth hesitated to speak.

"Maybe..." The enchanting woman was about to echo, but she was shocked.

Han Lei was kicked by Zhou Yi! More than 200 kg of body hit the wall of the community, leaving a shallow human mark!

"Uncle Han!" Young people and women at the same time startled voice, and then eagerly ran to Han Lei.

Zhou Yi takes back his hand and looks at Han Lei, who is helped up by two people, with no expression on his face. The monastery represents the power of China. Zhou Yi didn't want to offend him. After all, his strength is certainly no better than the accumulation of China, but Han Lei's attitude makes him very angry. So he had to do it.

"Uncle Han, are you ok?" Enchanting woman concerns to ask a way.

Han Lei staggers to his feet, calms down the real Qi in his chest, and looks at Zhou Yi who is too beautiful in horror.

"I'm fine." Han Lei calmly replied, but his flushed face showed that he was not as relaxed as he was on the surface.

"Good, good." Han Lei looked at Zhou Yi and said seriously, "today I've lost my sight. The strength of my little brother is really extraordinary. No wonder general situ is so serious to you."