C551 Great lama of gombe (1/2)

When he left Fructus Artemisiae's room, the respect on his face was completely gone. He looked coldly at the door behind him, his lips tightly pursed, and quickly walked to the end of the room.

Standing outside the door, Chen Tao knocked on the door. This junior has something to discuss with you. ”

Very soon, an empty voice came from inside, ”Come in.”

Chen Tao took two steps forward. ”Senior, my master has matters to attend to and is unable to leave for the time being, so he specifically asked this junior to wait upon him, so as to not make things inconvenient for the great lama.”

Sitting inside was one of the five protectors of the Secret Sect, High Lama Gongbu. Hearing Chen Tao's voice, the High Lama finally opened his eyes:

”I didn't come here to enjoy myself. I heard that your teacher has a ”Great Perfection Palm” in his hands.

It was originally a secret art of our sect, but it was abandoned in the last apocalypse. If your master can return it, Gongbu will definitely reward you handsomely in the future. ”

Chen Tao laughed and said: ”High Lama Gongbu, there is no need to worry. My master has already rushed back, and he has brought back the scriptures.

However, recently in the East China Sea, there was a guy who had given his teacher a headache. Junior is too weak and cannot worry about teacher. I am truly ashamed to think about it. ”

He was a man who had lived for almost a hundred years. As a good friend, he naturally knew that he was going to become a celebrity. However, since he had a request, he couldn't ask for it.

”Amongst his peers, the strength of Martial Nephew should be a fluke, right? I don't know who could make you feel that way, but my bones are a bit rusty, and I can go out to exercise. ”

Chen Tao laughed brilliantly: ”How many people in this world are your opponents when it comes to fighting the High Lama? The person I mentioned is called Fang Yang, and he is currently on the thirty-third floor of Yangming Hotel. ”

”Thirty-third floor?” 33 days? ”Hehe, this brat is quite interesting. I suddenly feel a little impatient.” The High Lama revealed an evil grin. With a flash, he disappeared from the secret chamber.

Watching as the High Lama left, Chen Tao slowly walked out. Tonight was destined to be an eventful night, with undercurrents surging everywhere.

The hotel that Fang Yang stayed in was originally called the Fu Neng Hotel, but after being merged with the Yangming, it was renamed the Yangming Hotel.

Inside the room, Fang Yang chatted with Wang Qiang and the others for a long time. They were a little hungry and the sky outside had completely darkened. The few of them were too lazy to go out, so they ordered some dishes and wine to come up to the table, drinking while chatting.

As he was in the middle of drinking excitedly, Fang Yang felt all the hairs on his body standing up. He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, ”Stay here and don't move. Wait for me to come back!”

Wang Qiang and the other two immediately knew that something had happened, but seeing as Fang Yang did not want them to interfere, or thought that their strength was of no help, he tactfully did not ask further, and simply said: ”Be careful, come back for three cups of wine.”

”No problem, will I be afraid of you if I drink?” While they were talking, Fang Yang walked out of the room. He immediately activated both the Golden Eye s, searching for the origin of the uneasiness, and locked onto his target at the top floor!

The Yangming Hotel was originally the personal property of the Fornum Group, and was completely for one's own use, so there were only forty floors. Fang Yang did not take the elevator, but followed the stairs that led to the safe passage and slowly walked up.

Standing in front of the last door leading to the rooftop, the chill in Fang Yang's heart had reached its peak. He could clearly feel that an extremely strong killing intent had completely locked onto him!

Since there was nowhere to run, Fang Yang did not allow himself to escape. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed open the iron door on the roof.

Standing in front of the Sky Platform Iron Door, Fang Yang could tell with a glance that the one sitting across him was the High Lama with his legs crossed, meditating. His first impression was that this person was very strong! Stronger than the Fructus Artemisiae from before!