Chapter 813 Ah 3 Is Here

Late at night, the provincial capital international airport.

A plane landed, and a few Ah San got out among the crowd.

The leader was an old monk, tall, thin and haggard, followed by two men in black suits.

The old monk glanced around, frowned and said, "That guy named Tang Hao is here?"

"Yes, we have investigated, he is currently in the city!" said a man behind him.

"very good!"

The old monk nodded slightly, "Hurry up and kill him, don't waste time!"

Those two people led him out of the airport, and there was already a car waiting outside. After the three got into the car, the driver started the car and drove out.

After a while, the car got on the high road and drove towards the city.

After a while, the old monk said: "What big formation, where is it?"

The driver turned around and said, "It's not far ahead, Saint Master, is it really all right? I heard that this magic circle is very powerful. Some people have broken through it before, but all failed."

The old monk sneered, and said disdainfully: "What a bullshit magic circle, just fool those wastes, how could a real master like me be blocked."

"Didn't you say that this magic circle was made by that guy? With that kind of thing, how could it be possible to make something powerful."

When the three of them thought about it, it was true, and they immediately felt relieved.

As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, he accelerated and drove towards the city.

A few minutes later, the car drove past a sign.

The old monk's face changed slightly, but he noticed that an invisible force suddenly squeezed from all around, trying to squeeze him back.

"snort!"

The old monk snorted disdainfully, his body trembled slightly, and he summoned a burst of energy, shaking off the squeezing force.

The car continued to drive smoothly.

"Haha! It's really rubbish! I only used half of my strength, and it won't work!"

The old monk said proudly.

The three of them immediately showed reverence and flattered.

"Worthy of being a saint teacher, that's amazing!"

The old monk laughed, the more proud he was.

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze, and his eyes almost popped out.

Around him, the squeezing force suddenly increased dozens of times, like an overwhelming mountain, rushing madly, extremely violent.

He was shaken all over his body, and he was sent flying backward by this force, and the back seat was completely deformed and sunken.

This car also flew up, drew an arc, and flew straight out of the high road. After landing, it rolled several times, and the whole car was deformed when it fell.

The three of them were bloodied and a little groggy.

And the old monk was also dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, disbelief and astonishment appeared on his face.

What happened to that force just now?

How could it be so strong?

"No! Impossible! It must be my illusion!" He murmured, his face turning livid.

He let out all the words, saying that he was going to break the formation, and then kill that guy, if he couldn't even break the formation, wouldn't he lose his old face.

He stretched out his hand, tore off the skin of the car, and got out of the car.

"Damn it, I don't believe it anymore, I can't kill you!" He looked towards the city and said with hatred.

At this time, the three of them also got out.

"Holy Master, just now... what happened?"

"Haha! It's nothing, it's just a little accident! You wait, I'm going to break this battle right now!" He smiled awkwardly and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, it began to increase, and a ray of light appeared on the dry skin.

An ascetic monk like him cultivates the body, and the most powerful thing is the physical body. If he wants to break the formation, the best way is to hit it.

He continued to accelerate, his figure was like lightning, and he slammed into the big formation.

"Saint Master, come on!"

The three stood aside, shouting excitedly and cheering.

The figure rushed into the range of the large formation and continued to charge forward.

"Wow! The Saint Master is so powerful!" The three showed their expressions of admiration again.

But then, the figure stopped, as if stuck in a quagmire. The next moment, it soared into the sky, and flew out with a sound of biu.

ah--!

The old monk was screaming.

After flying a few hundred meters away, he fell face down and landed on the ground, and fell into the mud like a dog.

The three of them froze, their mouths all gaping.

It took a long time for them to react and rushed up in a hurry.

"Master, are you alright!"

"Haha! It's okay, how could something be wrong! I'm fine!" The old monk struggled to get up, wiped the mud from his face, and smiled broadly.

Under my heart, it was embarrassing.

Damn, why is this shit so powerful! Something seems wrong!

His heart began to beat, and he regretted that he had spoken so full.

However, after all the words have been spoken, what else can he do? For the sake of face, he has to bite the bullet.

"It was an accident just now, I'll come again."

He took a deep breath and continued to rush forward.

Next, biu——!

He flew, fell face down again, and fell.

I fuck Nima! Why is this formation so powerful! Also, why are you facing the ground again? I have a grudge against you!

"Haha! It was really just an accident!"

Looking at those three people, he felt a little embarrassed, his old face flushed red.

He felt that his first fame was about to be explained here.

"Damn it, I don't believe it!"

He gritted his teeth and continued on.

Biu!

biubiubiu!

In the night sky, black shadows continued to move past.

Time and time again, each time facing the ground, and flying farther each time.

That old face was almost swollen.

On the side, the three of them stood there with blank faces the whole time.

At first, they would exclaim a few times, but now, they are numb, and their eyes follow the figure, flying and falling, repeating over and over again.

Every time they saw their faces hitting the ground, their hearts tightened, and they felt that this was really tragic.

Looking at it, they couldn't bear to look at it.

"Holy...Holy Master, do...or...take a break!" One person couldn't stand it anymore and whispered.

The old monk got up from the ground, rubbed his swollen face, and refused righteously: "You want me to give up! Hmph! How can there be the word give up in a man's dictionary."

"You guys! You are too weak!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around very chicly, and rushed towards the big formation again.

Those three people were still a little moved, but then, there was another biu sound, and that figure flew out high.

This time, it flew extremely high and far, and then, with that familiar posture, it fell down.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and a big hole was smashed out.

This time, he didn't stand up again, his eyes were white, he kept his face on the ground, his buttocks up, and passed out.