Chapter 69 Robbering

13th floor, room 1313.

If it is placed in the west, this is definitely an unlucky room. Some buildings will not even have the thirteenth floor, and often the twelfth floor will be connected to the fourteenth floor.

However, there is no such attention in the East. The high-level lounge of the headquarters building of the Japanese Mages Association is located on this floor, with a total of 15 rooms, mainly for senior members and visitors for temporary rest. Although it is a temporary place to rest, the decoration is all high-standard. Compared with the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, it is only more gorgeous.

Room 1313 is one of them.

But at this moment, the room has changed another look. The soft handmade wool carpet was lifted and rolled up to the side of the room. Six monks in yellow robes under their upper bodies sat side by side on the cold ground, with their eyes closed, as if they were not moving as a statue, only their lips kept squirming and chanting silently. These six monks are old and wrinkled, black and thin, and their bodies are dry, and even their ribs can be counted clearly. They look like African refugees. Behind them was a big bed, a petite figure huddled at the bottom of the quilt, as if it was sleeping soundly, and only a long black hair was exposed from the edge of the quilt.

The room is full of a leisurely quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, one of the old monks suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the ventilation pipe in the corner, raised his hand and clenched his fist in front of his chest, and hit the pipe mouth.

Silently, the ventilation pipe mouth and the surrounding walls fell down like flour, revealing a big hole in the black hole. In the hole was a young man with a stunned face, holding a PDA in his hand. It was the Yongda Tianshi who had just climbed to save people according to the picture. When he arrived at the vent, he was waiting to use the six-eared magic power to explore the situation in the room. Before he had time to use it, he felt that the mana around him fluctuated like a wild wave. The pipes around the wall were broken and turned into powder, but the position he was like the eye of a tornado. It was calm and wrong. In amazement, all the shelters had disappeared, and six black and thin old monks sat neatly in front of them.

Unexpectedly, it was discovered like this.

The old monk who punched Yong Da Tianshi slowly put his fist back to his chest and looked straight at Yong Bowen, but did not say anything. The other five old monks didn't even open their eyes.

Yong Bowen climbed out generously, dusted the dust on his body, laughed dryly, and then looked at the PDA in his palm and asked, "This is Room 1313."

The only old monk who opened his eyes opened his mouth and said something. It's not Japanese. In recent days, Yongda Tianshi has often listened to it. Even if he doesn't understand it, he has a deep impression of pronunciation and intonation. It's not English. This Yongda Tianshi understands it. He thinks he passed CET-6 in those years. It's not French. Yongda Tianshi is very interested in French art movies, especially avant-garde author films. What is it like? Intimate, fuck me and so on. I have seen a lot of things, and I also know a little about the language that was once the most elegant representative in Europe. Of course, since I don't understand it, it won't be Chinese.

At this moment, Yong Bowen finally deeply realized the good intentions of the Ministry of Education to promote foreign language teaching.

What era is this? In the era of global village, you have to meet three or two international friends when you go out. If you don't know two or three foreign languages, you can't even talk to people. Well, Yong Da Tianshi can't even say a way now. He can only stare at the old monk, and then make a mistake in his eyes. He can't help but be happy.

The ** lying down is obviously a little girl underage from the perspective of her body. In this chaotic building that has just gone through a bloody battle, in addition to Yanli Mayang, who was abted by Ono Santang, there must be no other family members of the Zhenyan Sect who come here to stay, and these six old monks who are very masters will be sent to guard them.

"It seems to be going the wrong way. Say goodbye, goodbye!"

Yong Bowen waved his hand to the old monk with his eyes open, and turned around and walked out.

The old monk said something loudly, and as soon as the door opened, four monks poured in. This time, the real Zhenyan monk came in. The black and white monk's robe and the bucket hat hanging on his back are the most eye-catching signs.

Four monks rushed into the door and looked at Yong Bowen. They were shocked and drank it out at the same time: "Yong Bowen!"

Famousness, this is a real reputation! There are thousands of monks up and down in the Zhenyan Sect. There may be some who don't know Sakurai Nazumi, but they probably don't know Yongbo.

"No, you have the wrong person!"

Yong Bowen shouted and knocked down the nearest Zhenyan monk with one punch. As soon as he turned around, a large number of paper charms had spilled out like snowflakes. The remaining three monks of Zhenyanzong thought that they had heard about the power of Yongda Tianshi's charm. As soon as they saw the rune flying in front of him, they didn't say a word. They pulled up their knocked-down companions and turned around and ran away. When they went out, they didn't forget to bring the door. They were quite polite and qualified. Yong Bowen also had no time to pay attention to them. After drinking a sound, the rune paper flying all over the sky shot at the six old monks like a meteor.

The six old monks were still motionless. The rune flew to a place less than a meter in front of them and disappeared as if they had fallen into the summer sun and disappeared without a trace. None of them worked.

Yong Bowen was shocked. Since he realized that his rune fight was sharper than catching ghosts, he had never encountered this kind of ineffective charm. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what the details of the six old monks were. As soon as he moved, the nine ghosts and flame gods and demons emerged from his side. The shadow flashed in the nine skulls, and the nine-style yin and thunder were together. Shoot out.

The monk who opened his eyes raised his eyebrows, and his face was angry. He drank. The other five monks still did not open their eyes, but they pinched the handprints in front of his chest with the open-eyed monk. The light flowed out of his fingers, as if six streams converged in one place and turned into a round mirror-like CD in front of him. The nine-type Yinlei is in the middle of the CD, but it is like a light mirror, refracting, some running to the wall, some running to the window, some running to the roof, and three straight back, shooting straight at Yong Bowen. Yong Bowen took a step back, opened the door and ran out. By the way, he closed the door again. Looking back, he was eye-to-eye with the four Zhenyan monks who had escaped before. The four monks shouted and rushed up together. Yong Bowen used the strange transformation, turned around the four Zhenyan monks, and easily knocked them down. When he turned around, he saw that the whole wall behind him had disappeared. Not only that, but also the four walls of the room disappeared, but also the roof disappeared. A large piece was lost, and the wind roared in, but it disappeared immediately in front of the six monks. It seems that the position of the six old monks has become another world, and there is no interference to enter, that is, even the bedding behind them does not fluctuate at all. ** People still lie down and don't move.

Yong Bowen was about to use other means to suddenly hear the sound of flowers in his mind.

"Don't use those thirteen evil spells, just use the broken magic sword! These six guys are fetal hidden and unable to move their hearts. They can't move their hearts and can't afford the waves. No matter what means are in front of their heart array, they will become invisible. They are also the nemesis of the thirteen evil spells. If you have the means of Yong Hansheng to use the charm, you can break it with the rune of Taiping Road, but your ability is not good, you can only Take good use of it. Listen to me, make the King of the Ming Dynasty break the magic sword. Before coming out the sword, shout out the name of the move, then use the panic charm, and then throw the fire charm as much as much as possible. Finally, make the unbreakable annoying sword, and then take out your ability to fly on land, rush straight to grab people and leave. Don't hesitate or stop, otherwise you will be trapped in the heart by them, and you can wait. Let Ono Santang come and deal with you.

"If you don't say it, don't you help me?"

Yong Bowen replied in his busy schedule, leaned over and picked up the bamboo stick of a Zhenyan monk, temporarily filled the sword, and made a gesture of breaking the eight magic swords.

"What I'm talking about is not helping you save those European mages. Now you can't watch you idiot wait to die here. Hurry up, Ono Santang will definitely come down when he hears the movement!" The tone of the flowers is quite helpless.

Yong Bowen roared "The King of the Ming Dynasty broke the magic sword" and split out with a sword.

The five old monks who had been closing their eyes opened their eyes at the same time. Six pairs of almost transparent old eyes stared at the bamboo stick that Yong Bowen fell. An invisible wave in the air rippled up. The fierce sword wind rolled through the middle of the six monks, and the old monks who had been motionless stretched out at the same time. The right hand is forward, resisting this sword that is almost open to the sky and the earth. In the explosion, it was against the wind, and the air was full of the sharp sound of the airflow, bursting out a series of dull sound bursts. Yong Bowen recited a spell. First, he threw six panic charms, and then sprinkled a lot of fire charms on his body. The fire flashed in the air, and a ball-like flames flew around. It ignited when it fell to the ground. The fire took advantage of the wind to help the fire. In the blink of an eye, the whole room burned up. In the fierce flames, Yong Bowen stepped forward and used an unbreakable annoying sword. This move is invincible. It is incompetent to defeat the Ming King. It is said that this Ming King is actually the incarnation of Sakyamuni. He has the incomparable divine power and can subdue the troubles of all sentient beings. He has four arms and four sides, each with three eyes on each side, surrounded by a green snake, and his hair is like a flame. One move was a series of sixteen swords. For a moment, the shadow of the sword was full of eyes, and the flames of a room were provoked. With the sword gas roaring, it was like dozens of flamethrowers spraying flames from all angles at the same time. The six old monks who had been sitting and refused to move their nests did not see the situation. They scattered to both sides and gave way to the big bed. However, they refused to give up their defense like this. Although they gave way, they stretched out their thin arms and hugged them. As soon as their arms were raised, they heard a swish like lightning. Rushing to **, he rolled up the man of **, carried it on his shoulder, and rushed straight forward. When he encountered the wall blocking the road, he was a flaming finger, which smashed the wall to pieces. I only heard a series of bombards, like a long dragon far away, winding and endlessly.