After Chen Feng came out of the teahouse, he received a call from Tang Long, it turned out that he had already been out of the customs, Chen Feng suddenly became happy, since Tang Long was out of the customs, then his plan could be implemented, although the night mercenary group was strong, but it was too sensitive, and could only be used as a nuclear warhead at a critical moment.
Chen Feng immediately summoned a taxi to see Tang Long, and Tang Long's exit meant that he had entered the threshold of a cultivator, and Chen Feng was of course happy for him.
If the exercises of the King of Fudo Ming are practiced to an advanced level, they will definitely not be worse than other cultivators, but it is a pity that Chen Feng does not know much about the mind of the King of the King of the Immovable Ming, and this the practice of the King of the King of the Buddha was also obtained by him unintentionally, and he taught it to Tang Long when he was handy, but he did not expect that Tang Long was quite perceptive, and the exercises of the King of the King of the Buddha had been practiced by him to the intermediate level.
Since Tang Long was thrown by Chen Feng to stay in the Siberian cultivation camp for a period of time, his whole person has changed greatly, his bronzed skin looks full of explosive power, and he has a beard around his mouth, he looks much more mature, as soon as he sees Chen Feng's appearance, he is immediately excited.
Now he understood why Chen Feng had thrown him into the training camp in Siberia at that time, because it was the elite place of the Devil's Elite Training Camp, Chen Feng had stayed there for a while, and he had left an indelible legend there.
Because Chen Feng was alone back then, he tamed the entire Siberian trainers, and those who were not convinced were all beaten by him until they were convinced, and the devil elite training camp in Siberia, as long as Chen Feng's name was mentioned, all the instructors gasped, as if they had returned to the dark time of the year.
However, after Chen Feng, Tang Long also left his own legend in the training camp in Siberia, so that they would always remember the names of the two Chinese.
As soon as Tang Long saw Chen Feng, the word master, he immediately blurted out, Chen Feng did not stop him again, although he did not accept Tang Long as an apprentice, but in a sense, it is not an exaggeration for him to call himself a master.
"Master, who is this?"
When Tang Long saw Wuchen who was following Chen Feng, he paused for a moment, thinking that he was Chen Feng's friend, so he asked curiously.
"He is Master Wuchen and the abbot of Xichan Temple."
Chen Feng replied angrily.
"It turned out to be Master Wuchen, hello Master, my name is Tang Long."
Tang Long thought that this old monk was a friend of his master, and immediately said respectfully.
"Don't be too enthusiastic about him, this monk is here to arrest me."
Chen Feng glared at Tang Long and said.
"What?
This monk is the enemy?
” As soon as Tang Long heard Chen Feng say that this monk was here to arrest Chen Feng, he immediately looked at Wuchen with an extremely sharp look, his eyes were like knives, he took two steps forward, and said secretly in his heart: "This old monk is really bold, he dares to go against his master, he simply doesn't know whether he lives or dies!"
” Chen Feng saw Tang Long's eagerness to try, and immediately opened his mouth to stop him: "Okay, Tang Long, you are not his opponent, this old monk is very powerful, even I am not his opponent." ” Tang Long suddenly showed a stunned expression, in his heart, Chen Feng is an invincible existence, I didn't expect that even Chen Feng said that he was not the opponent of this monk, wouldn't the master's situation be very dangerous, no, even if I fought for my life, I had to stop this monk from hurting the master.
"Master, you go quickly, I'll help you stop this old monk."
Tang Long didn't think about it, he punched Wuchen with a punch, and Chen Feng was too late to stop it.
Tang Long's incomparably sharp punch hit Wu Chen's chest hard, making a "bang" sound, Wu Chen's body was motionless, but he himself was bounced five or six meters away by Wu Chen's protective qi, and fell a dog gnawing.
Chen Feng glared at Wuchen viciously, looking like he wanted to eat people, and then hurriedly asked Tang Long, "Tang Long, are you okay?"
Are there any injuries?
” Tang Long got up from the ground in a daze, and his body was still a little shaky and said, "Master......
Master, I'm ......
I'm fine. ” Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't even have any power to fight back in front of Wuchen, let alone Tang Long, although he was a little dissatisfied with Tang Long's unauthorized move, but thinking that he made a rash move just now, it was also for himself, Chen Feng's heart was still a little moved, and from this matter, you can see how Tang Long's heart is.
"Okay, okay, don't show your strength to be embarrassed, don't worry, this old monk doesn't dare to do anything to me for the time being, we don't have to care about him."
Although Chen Feng was scolding Tang Long on the surface, his tone was full of concern for him.
"Yes, master."
Tang Long glanced at Wuchen with some resentment.
"Tang Long, you called me just now, did you already ......?"
asked Chen Feng.
"Yes, master, I have succeeded."
Tang Long said happily.
Tang Long didn't expect that he had been promoted from a small martial artist to the inner realm like a dream along the way, and now he had reached the legendary innate realm, he was already excited to find the north, and all this was thanks to Chen Feng, if there was no Chen Feng, there would be no him today, maybe, now he has died in the ring of the black market boxing.
"Come on, show me a show."
Chen Feng is also very happy, Tang Long's promotion means that he has one more general.
Tang Long immediately ran the mind of the King of Fudo Ming, the King of Fudong, that is, the Bodhisattva of Fudo, whose name is Aatha, which means immovable or immovable, and is called "Immovable Ming King", also known as "Immovable Messenger".
Behind Tang Long's body appeared a cyan, two-armed face of the immovable Ming King's legal appearance, holding a rope in his left hand, holding a sword in his right hand, his hair hung down in a shawl, his eyebrows were scornful, his eyes were open, his eyes were straight, he clenched his teeth, two tiger teeth were exposed on both sides of his mouth, the tips of his teeth were up and down, he looked angry, his shirt was slanted, and he was wearing a skirt.
The sword in the right hand is the wisdom that can suppress the three poisonous evils of anger, anger, and foolishness, and the rope in the left hand can bind all the stubborn, and the great flame behind it can burn away all the troubles, thus expressing all its great virtues.
Tang Long shouted loudly, and punched out into the void, only to see some trees and flowers in the distance, suddenly let out a "bang", uprooted, all flew into the air, and turned into pieces, even Chen Feng stood nearby, he could feel the power of his punch.