These dozens of people all had the appearance of the little tyrant. Like an army, they walked into the dojo.
"Why are there so many!"
"Amitabha, this, this isn't a dream right?"
These monks were all dumbfounded. What situation is this, this isn't a joke right?
"Amitabha … Perhaps, this is our Shaolin's calamity."
The abbot raised the Buddhist staff in his hand and said loudly.
"This old monk will meet them personally."
He faced the little tyrant army, his eyes filled with determination.
The Shaolin monks and the little tyrant army clashed together.
"Ah!"
Li Fan suddenly sat up and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"You're awake?"
Wang Luo stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
He was wearing the singlet and shorts that he wore the first time they met. Just by looking at his back, he was no different from an ordinary old man.
"You woke up quite early. There are still two hours before the appointed time, you can sleep for a while more."
"I had a nightmare, I couldn't sleep."
Li Fan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "I'm not going to sleep, I'm going to practice some boxing."
Li Fan's daily training was a must, this was his unshakable rule.
"This is rare, a lot of martial artists nowadays are lazy."
Wang Luo grumbled while cooking, "A young martial artist like you who cultivates both internal and external martial arts is rare. Eat first, we can fight after eating. "
"Actually, I'm very curious."
Li Fan wore his sportswear and asked, "China is a vast land with many experts, why did you choose me?"
"There were a lot of people in my shortlist at the beginning."
Wang Luo laughed, "Other than you, there are two more. One is Murong Ying, the other is Jiang Feng. "
"The two of them?"
"Yes, it's them. Among the two, Murong Ying is the strongest, the most talented, and the first to catch my eye. But I didn't choose her, because she is a member of Murong family, and has always carried the responsibility of Murong family. She can't let go of Murong family, so she can't be the sword of the state! "
"I can't let go of my escort agency either!"
"An escort agency is different from a family clan."
Wang Luo said without turning her head. "Murong Ying can't let go of Murong's family for even a minute! What about you? Didn't you just let your subordinates take care of the escort agency? "
"Ah, this … I'm training them well!"
Li Fan laughed dryly.
"What about the other one? How is Jiang Feng? "
"Jiang Feng … Actually, I think more highly of him."
Wang Luo sighed with emotion. "Don't think that you're stronger than him. He actually has more potential than you, and he has more perseverance and tenacity! It's a pity that I don't have much time to train him. "
"Can't you teach him the Shang Fang Sword first?"
Hearing Wang Luo praise his mortal enemy, Li Fan felt slightly displeased in his heart. But even though he was unhappy, Li Fan couldn't say anything else.
"Of course not."
Wang Luo served two servings of egg fried rice. "He has his own goal in his heart, and for this goal, he will do anything. If I teach him the Shang Fang Sword, after I die, he will abuse the power of the Shang Fang Sword just to achieve his own goal. "
"Damn, why is it egg fried rice again? Do you only know how to cook one dish? "
"Nonsense! This is different from yesterday's egg fried rice! "
Wang Luo emphasized.
"How is it different?"
"This egg fried rice, I added chopped green onions."
"…"
Li Fan felt a little powerless to complain. "How is this different?"
"In Buddhism, eggs are considered vegetarian, but chopped green onions are meat."
Wang Luo chuckled. "So, yesterday I let you eat a vegetarian dish, and today I let you eat a meat dish. Of course it's different."
Li Fan was speechless and didn't know how to refute.
But to put it bluntly, wasn't it still egg fried rice?
"Alright, alright. It's good enough that you have something to eat. It's better than not having anything to eat, right?"
"Alright, thank you for the breakfast."
"That's more like it. Learn from me this month. If you can't stand my training method, you can quit anytime. "
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, but Li Fan smiled.
"There's nothing I can't endure."
"Is that so?"
Wang Luo revealed a smile, but it made Li Fan tremble in fear. This old man … What is he thinking?
"It's about time."
After Li Fan finished a set of Seven Hero Fist, Wang Luo looked at the clock on the wall. "It's about time for us to set off."
"How do we go to the Vatican?"
"Just like that."
As Wang Luo spoke, she opened the door of the washroom.
A magician wearing a cloak stumbled in and almost fell. Luckily, Wang Luo supported him.
"Pierce, you are still so flustered!"
"Wang Luo, you lunatic!"
After Pierce came in, he looked around nervously and scolded.
"Now the entire Association of Mages is after you, and you still dare to ask for my help!"
"Oh, my dear Pierce, you are the president of the Association of Mages. Can't you just remove the warrant?"
"You are crazy! Only this won't do! "
Pierce was so angry that he vomited blood, "If I didn't owe you a favor, I would never help you!"
"My dear Pierce, you don't lose anything by helping me this time. We can leave London peacefully, and you won't have any casualties, right? "
"You shameless bastard!"
Pierce angrily scolded Wang Luo, "Get out of London! I don't want to see you again! "
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled the washroom door again.
The world behind the door changed under the effect of his magic.
"Li Fan, let's go. Thank you, Pierce, we don't owe each other anymore. "
Wang Luo picked up the Shang Fang sword and went through the washroom door first.
"Let's go."
Pierce glanced at Li Fan and urged, "The next time we meet, I will personally catch you and bring you back!"
"Alright, let's meet again if there's a chance."
Li Fan winked at the president of the Association of Mages and then followed through the washroom door.
After entering, in a blink of an eye, Li Fan came to another room.
This room was decorated in a typical European style. There were white European style tables and chairs, and in the middle, there was a big round bed. A bald man was lying on the bed with two girls in his arms. Their skin color was different, one black and one white, a rich variety.
"Damn fatty, wake up!"
Wang Luo kicked the bed, causing the three people on the bed to fall off.
“Fuck！”
The fatty on the bed fell down, and his butt hurt as he couldn't help but curse.
"Hey, fatty, we meet again. Did you miss me?"
Wang Luo squatted on the floor and smiled at the fatty who was cursing.
The fatty looked at Wang Luo and was dumbfounded.
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