Chapter 126 Terrorists

The ticket was bought by someone from the Zhao family, and it was still first class.

After boarding the plane, Song Yan squinted and leaned on his seat to take stock of the gains from his trip to Yandu.

First of all, in terms of money, he obtained one billion thirty million. Although he lent Su Meier one billion, he still has more than 600 million.

Secondly, he obtained three books of martial arts, one medical classic, and ten Yuanyang Pills, all of which cannot be bought with money.

There is also a step closer to the cultivation base, reaching the second level of innate.

Of course, what excites him is to hold the beauty back. Although Su Meier still has scruples for the time being and has not established a relationship with him, he believes that this will happen sooner or later.

In the end, with the support of the Zhao family, and with the support of the Zhao family, when he encounters a force like the Nangong family, he doesn't need to go into battle with nothing but risk. What can be done by force, after all, there are many people stronger than him in this world. If every time you encounter a problem, you can only solve it by force, and if you encounter a weak force, you can solve it. What if you encounter someone stronger than him?

As for Zhao Changsheng's blunt statement that he would be trained as the next patriarch, he was a little excited at first, and even felt that he was hit by a pie, but after calming down, he felt that this was just a means for Zhao Changsheng to win over him, of course , does not rule out that Zhao Changsheng really thinks so.

But Song Yan won't pin all his hopes on Zhao Changsheng's ideas, it's too passive, so it's best to cultivate his own manpower.

Although he has now used the puppet magical power to control the three innate talents, it is not enough. He already has a few candidates in his mind. When he returns to Xiangcheng this time, he will invite them out to talk.

The seat shook slightly, and Song Yan knew that the seat next to him was coming, and a faint fragrance like an orchid floated in his nose. He knew that the seat next to him should be a girl.

However, he didn't open his eyes to verify whether the other party was beautiful or not. Everyone just met by chance. Maybe they would never see each other after this time, so why bother.

Removing his mind, Song Yan began to ponder the matter of fame.

So far, Fame Point has three main functions. First, it can be used to draw lottery prizes. Second, it can be used to improve existing skills and supernatural powers. Third, it can be used to learn martial arts.

Therefore, he felt more and more that fame was not enough.

Who knows if Fame Points will have other magical uses in the future, so his desire to earn Fame Points is becoming more and more urgent.

So, he analyzed his own skills and magical powers one by one, and felt that if he wanted to earn fame points, other than the skill of a piano master, other skills really didn't play a big role. Do I want to continue to develop on the road of piano ?

It seems that the day after tomorrow will be the final of the Xiangcheng Piano Competition.

However, for him, winning the first prize in the piano competition is not so important to him, because even if he wins the first prize, he will not gain much fame. As for the 100,000 yuan bonus, considering his net worth, Really nothing.

After the broadcast, accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, the plane rushed into the blue sky.

"Sir, do you need something to drink?" A familiar voice rang in his ears, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked, and found that the flight attendant who asked him was actually the flight attendant who was almost slapped by Zhang Peng last time.

Obviously the other party also recognized him, because there was a kind of surprise in her eyes.

"Thank you, please bring me a glass of plain water."

Song Yan said with a smile, and at the same time, he glanced over the seat next to him, and was a little surprised to find that she was another super beauty, with long legs and stockings, a big breast and a thin waist, especially the beautiful cheeks with anger and happiness. Various goddesses threw out nine streets.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The flight attendant smiled sweetly at Song Yan and turned away.

Song Yan also retracted his eyes. Although the seat next to him was beautiful, he had no intention of getting his hands on it. What's more, although this woman's body was hot, her face was frosty. Obviously, she was not a good person to deal with. Anyway, everyone got off the plane. Why do you need to touch the dust of your nose and make yourself depressed?

Tang Qingning was the first man who didn't take her looks to heart. She just glanced at her out of the corner of the eye and stopped paying attention. For a while, she wondered if her charm value had decreased?

Or does he want to play hard-to-get?

Of course, this was also her passing thought, and she would not take the initiative to seek Song Yan for verification because of this.

Soon, the flight attendant brought a glass of boiled water and asked him if he had any other needs.

Song Yan smiled and refused.

Nothing special happened during the next hour's flight. Just when Song Yan thought that he would reach the airport safely this time, there was a faint smell of blood in the air in the cabin.

With a move in his heart, Song Yan activated the magical power of perspective, and quickly swept the entire plane, but what he saw surprised him.

In the captain's room at this moment, the captain and the co-pilot have been killed and thrown on the floor of the captain's room. There is a thumb-sized blood hole between their eyebrows, and blood is constantly gushing out.

And the pilot of the plane was replaced by a black-clothed youth in his early thirties with a gloomy face. At this moment, he has changed his route, from the original Shuanghe Airport to the East China Sea.

At the same time, all the flight attendants were pointed at guns by the other two strong men in black, and squatted collectively in a corner of the captain's room.

"Are they terrorists?" Song Yan secretly asked, but his mood became inexplicably heavy.

Song Yan calmly continued to use clairvoyance to investigate, and finally found eight terrorists with firearms in the economy class cabin, and two suspected terrorist accomplices in the first class cabin, because neither of them had any weapons on their bodies. Guns, but they all exude a dangerous atmosphere, they should be powerful warriors.

In other words, there should be thirteen terrorists on this plane.

The space inside the plane is small, there are hundreds of ordinary passengers, and most of these terrorists are armed with firearms. Even if Song Yan is born with the second level, he is not sure that all the terrorists can be solved without harming the innocent.

"What should I do?"

Song Yan was racing in his head, thinking of a solution.

But at this moment, two passengers who were suspected terrorists in the first class cabin suddenly stood up and walked towards Song Yan.

"Oops, did they find me?"

It was just that Song Yan soon realized that the target of the two was not him, but the frosty beauty beside him.

The two stood in front of the frost beauty, staring at her coldly, and one of them said, "Miss Tang, hand over that thing!"

"You guys are really haunted, and you actually caught up with the plane!" Tang Qingning did not show the slightest nervousness, looked at the two of them, and said calmly.

"Miss Tang, don't force us to be rough, you are on the plane now, you can't escape!" The other party threatened in a cold tone.

"What are you two doing? Why, do you want to shoot this beauty's stuff?" A sudden voice sounded, but a lavishly dressed young man stepped forward. He first glared at the two of them, and then he was full of With a smile on his face, he said to Tang Qingning: "Don't worry, beauty, with me here, these two guys dare not do anything to you, by the way, how about having a meal together when you get off the plane?"

Tang Qingning didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the gesture of the rich young man. What kind of enthusiasm do you have for an ordinary person, so he said coldly: "This gentleman, your kindness has been accepted, please go back to your seat!"

"Forehead!"

The rich young man's expression froze, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart. Seeing that the two people were still standing there and didn't move, he couldn't help pointing at them and scolded: "You two are stupid, you didn't hear Lao Tzu's words, hurry up...!"

"puff!"

The cold light flashed, the voice of the rich young man came to an abrupt end, his eyes were full of roundness, which was full of disbelief, and bursts of "hooah" sounded from his mouth, and a look of pain appeared on his face, he stretched out his hands. Covering his neck, blood kept dripping down the seams of his hands...

Gradually, the eyes of the wealthy young man became more and more dim, his body softened, and he fell to the ground and lost his breath.