I don’t know if Duan Lao Er’s magical effect was really there, or if he secretly used other methods. After pouring yellow water, the ground that was originally about to break out of the ground actually stopped and there was no movement.

Although the two lamas who recognized Dabing were considered top experts in Duan Laoer's eyes, they had never seen a hooligan like Duan Laoer who did not play by the rules at all.

Logically speaking, if Duan Lao Er jumped out and shouted a few times, he could use any extraordinary means to deal with it. He could still let the two lamas look at each other in front of him, but he took off his pants and started peeing...

This is too wild!

So when these two lamas saw Duan Laoer's trick, they were stunned and could not react.

However, it doesn't matter if Duan Lao Er takes off his pants and pees. The big cake that was kicked away was indeed a very rare treasure in the hand of the Lama. Seeing that his baby was kicked away like a ball, the lama suddenly felt anxious and left Duan Lao Er and followed the big cake flying out.

Then when he chased him to the top of the pancake, he recited the spell again and started a new round of summoning techniques.

This scene naturally failed to escape Duan Laoer's eyes. When he saw the lama chasing him out, he quickly raised his pants, pulled out the arc knife that was blocked by his waist, threw it out, and shouted in a low voice.

"go!"

The arc knife in his hand flew out in response, quietly circled a curve in the night sky and headed straight for a lama.

In just a few seconds, the lama who was aimed at by Duan Laoer suddenly flapped his body in the air, then widened his eyes and looked at his chest. He saw a demon sword that appeared at some unknown time, stabbed him into a pair, leaving a large blood hole in his chest.

"Huh..."

This is the first sound made by several lamas since they appeared, but it is also the last sound he made in this life.

After the lama who was pierced by the arc knife sprayed a mouthful of blood, it fell down like a kite with a broken string. Seeing this, Duan Laoer immediately ran up and pulled out the arc knife inserted into the lama's chest. At the same time, he kicked the big cake that had just landed on the ground again.

"Are you guys going to finish it? If you don't have time, you'll come for the second and third time!? Second Master, I'm old and don't have that much energy to follow you around. Moreover, my prostate is very good, and I don't have the problem of frequent urination and inability to urinate!

You hurry up! Otherwise, I will come up to get you up and play with you later!"

This place was originally the Tibetan Plateau, and the air was very thin. After a series of tossing, Duan Laoer had already started to breathe heavily. He picked up an arc knife and pointed at another lama Gao Sheng who had wide eyes in the air and shouted.

"You call yourself a descendant of Xikunlun, how dare you ask for your name!"

The lama looked at Duan Lao Er, gradually put away his surprised expression and said slowly, but Duan Lao Er keenly appeared. The bald man slowly retreated while saying this.

"Your grandma's, some descendants of Xi Kunlun dare to pretend to be a fool? Listen to me, I am the legendary Li... Forget it, I don't know you even if you say it!

If you are a man, come down and fight with your master. Don’t let him beat him so much that he can’t beat him and think about it. He looks like a sissy!"

Duan Laoer shouted, and at the same time he was secretly exerting his strength, urging the arc knife in his hand to make a "whimper" sound, as if he was making a sound provocation to the lama in the air.

"My Tibetan Tantra and you have never been injustice or grudges. If you go to my senior brother's life, no matter who you are, I will remember you!"

The lama glanced at Duan Laoer deeply, waved his sleeves and turned around and floated towards the Himalayan mountains.

"He gotta get up and fight with me, don't run away!"

When Duan Laoer saw the other party slip away, he pretended to provoke it, but there was no actual action to pursue it. It was not until the other party's figure completely disappeared that the guy relaxed and breathed a long sigh.

It can be seen that this guy was completely bluffing just now, and he was actually very afraid of the identity of the other party’s Tantric master.

"Where did these bald donkeys come out? He is all masters of Tantric Buddhism. It seems that the boy surnamed Lin must have provoked the other party...

Huh…? Wait!”

Duan Laoer was wondering if Lin Feng had done something that made the other party angry, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong. Didn't he have four bald men at the beginning? I stabbed one to death and slipped away. Where are the two left?"

Duan Laoer thought of this and his brows gradually frowned. But the next second, his face suddenly changed and he shouted, "It's over! Why did you forget Big Sister Zhang!"

Thinking of this, Duan Laoer quickly carried the arc knife and chased after the off-road vehicle, but only saw an empty car lying there, where was Zhang Zhe's figure?

Seeing this, Duan Laoer suddenly slapped his forehead and said annoyedly, "His grandma, how dare he play secretly with Chen Cang in front of the second master! These damn bald men!!"

………

A small island along the southeast coast of China.

6 Yongsen was wearing an old military uniform of the century, standing at the door of the old house that had been old for a long time, carefully looking at all the information about Qiu Dewei that the professor asked someone to help him find.

"Little 6, do it well, Brother Mao is thinking that you will succeed!"

Big Mao patted 6 Yongsen on the shoulder, laughing with an insane look on his face, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

6 Yongsen gave Damao a blank look, and quietly passed the key parts of the information in his heart. Then he handed Damao a thick stack of information, sorted out the face and walked into the courtyard.

Pushing open the slightly rusty iron railing gate of the courtyard, passing through the quiet garden courtyard, 6 Yongsen came straight to the old attic.

Because this place does not belong to the scenic spot, its geographical location is relatively remote, and Yu Linglong's special identity has always been guarding and protecting people from the Sixth Ministry of National Security, so for many years, no outsiders have stepped in.

Of course, there is no need to close the door and lock it.

The wooden door of the attic is hidden. Through the crack of the door, 6 Yongsen could still hear the sound of the record player coming from inside, and could also see the old man in this costume.

At this time, the nearly 100-year-old man was holding a pear cat, leaning on a bench and closing his eyes to rest.
Chapter completed!