Chapter 135 Disappearing Long-distance Bus

"Flower demon, rent me a single plane immediately!" Pan Hongsheng did not hesitate to dial Hua Yao's phone again: "Calculate how long will it take for the fastest single-person plane to go back and forth?"

"It's about 34 hours, but it's just a round trip." The flower demon then asked, "I'm almost driving to the plane rental yard. I can pick you up in about half an hour, okay?"

Pan Hongsheng was a little surprised. After a moment, he said "um".

The efficiency of the flower demon has always reassured Pan Hongsheng that she can always deal with all kinds of emergency affairs at any time.

He was very grateful for his choice at that time. He remembered that when the flower demon called him for help, Liao Fan also tried his best to dissuade him. Now think about it, there are some things that really can't listen to other people's opinions. Only when you have your own opinions can you get things done.

Hua Yao has been working conscientiously for himself during this time. He has never asked for anything and has never had ambition. Pan Hongsheng wants to use her more seriously. Unfortunately, her personal force is a hard injury. Although the killer's ability is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, it is really a little difficult to play against masters. It's a burden.

Pan Hongsheng has been considering whether he should teach his set of qi method to the flower demon so that he can play a greater role.

This kind of almost machine-like cold and clear mind, coupled with the corresponding skills, should help you deal with many difficult things.

Although he has received a lot of good men some time ago, he has been feeling more and more stretched in employment recently, because there are too many things that have happened.

When he was about to board the plane, the intercontinental bus with four masters and apprentices had reached the last stop in Haibei Province.

The car stopped at the gas station, and the conductor shouted loudly, "Do you want to go to the toilet?" Hurry up, you're going to get on the highway after this gas station!"

More than half of the drowsy passengers in the car immediately went down, not to go to the toilet, but to go out to get some air and smoke.

Long-distance buses can hone people's will. The smell of dozens of people and the smell of stinky feet are mixed together, regardless of men, women and children.

"Master, I'm really unwilling to lose this time!" Han Xuan, who was silent all the way, finally said, "What on earth is that Pan Hongsheng doing? It's just that his apprentice took away my place! How dare you humiliate the master..."

"Shut up!!" His master didn't even look at him: "I'm willing to gamble and lose!" How can there be so much nonsense? What's more, they finally show mercy. At the same age, look at their ability! Hey... In fact, it's a shame to be a teacher to say this to you!"

As one of the few entry disciples of the second generation of the Kongtong School, he originally thought that this type of competition was as unchallenging, but it turned out that a mountain was higher than a mountain. Pan Hongsheng was only in his early 20s, and he easily defeated an experienced martial artist who was nearly 40 years old!

He didn't know how to go back and explain to the master.

Originally, the leader was not very willing for him to do this kind of appearance, because this type of competition is mixed, and the masters are like clouds, and no one can guarantee a 100% stable victory.

But in order to make his apprentice stand out and make more famous for Kuntong, he set up a military order to participate in the competition with four apprentices, and now he has come to such a situation... He doesn't know how to explain to the master.

"It's still unclear whether I lost quickly. What a foreign disciple has no internal energy at all. How can he beat me? You must have taken the forbidden medicine!" Han Xuan's face was uncertain, and he suddenly stood up suddenly: "No, I can't go back like this!" I must find out these things!"

"Can you calm down?" His master said feebly, "The teacher is really under the stage. They win openly and keep their hands again and again. Can't you see it? With his power, although there is no internal foundation, it is enough to kill you on the stage!"

The muscles on Han Xuan's face were a little cramped: "I don't believe it! My tactical strategy is perfect! My internal base is far better than his! Why did I lose?! It doesn't make sense!"

"There are always exceptions in the world. Generally speaking, the natural brute force is insignificant compared with the power of internal gas, but the power of this person is incredible! This rule was directly broken. It's also strange that the teacher is not considerate. The leader repeatedly advised when he came, but I didn't listen to it. As the saying goes, there are all strange things in the world, and there are people outside the sky. We are too arrogant..."

At this moment, the convenient passengers returned to the car one after another. The driver restarted the car again.

"Master, it's not right!" A disciple whispered to the master, "Why do I think there are so many new faces in the car?"

"Don't make a sound, I found it too. Let's wait and see what happens!" The thin middle-aged man closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to refresh his mind, and seemed to be meditating before the war.

Although the long-distance bus is still quiet, no one coughs except for the hum of the engine, and there is a strong murder in the silence!

Suddenly, several young people sitting behind them stood up gently, holding a sharp knife in their hands...

"Be careful!" The middle-aged man had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and suddenly started to support the seat armrest and sweep his legs!

Three young men with knives fell to the ground! Several disciples immediately bounced up from their seats and restrained each other with a few moves!

"Ter, say! What do you do? Who sent you here? The middle-aged man stepped on an assassin and was about to torture him, but he was stabbed in the back by the stunned apprentice beside him.

He raised his head doubtfully and saw that the whole carriage in front of him was looking at him with a strange look, as if there was still a grin on his face.

These people have found out the sharp knives hidden in their clothes, pockets, schoolbags, and even boots, and the sharp knives flashed in their eyes...

The driver stopped the car, took off his hat and smiled, "Kongtong's half-Xuan brother, right? Long time no see!"

"You are..." It turns out that this thin middle-aged man is one of the four disciples of the head of the Kuntong School today! Tang Ying's ghost hand Lin Banxuan!

"We have been waiting here for a long time! You have to die, I'm sorry!" The assassin disguised as a driver smiled gerociously, and the woods-like sharp knives stabbed forward...

Pan Hongsheng and others have been waiting for 30 minutes in Nanlin, the transportation hub, but the mysterious a871 has not appeared for a long time.

"What's going on? According to the driving schedule, that car should have arrived!" The flower demon looked at the pda in his hand and felt a little incredible.

"Don't wait, it seems..." Pan Hongsheng smiled and said, "I just want to verify one thing. Now I understand!"