1051 Fatty Specially Knows Playing

1051 Fatty knows how to play

These dozen or so people all looked like the little overlord, walking into the dojo like a legion.

"How come there are so many!"

"Amitabha, this, is this not a dream?"

These monks are all confused, what's going on, isn't it funny?

"Amitabha... Probably, this is my disaster in Shaolin."

The abbot picked up the Zen stick in his hand and said loudly.

"My old man will fight in person."

He greeted the little overlord army, his eyes full of determination.

The Shaolin monks fought with the opponent's Little Overlord Legion.

"ah!"

Li Fan sat up suddenly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"wake up?"

Wang Luo was standing in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

He put on the vest and shorts that he had when we met for the first time. From the perspective of his back, he was no different from an ordinary old man at home.

"Wake up very early, there are still two hours before the appointed time, you can sleep for a while."

"I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."

Li Fan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "Don't sleep, I can punch well."

Li Fan's daily exercise is essential, and this is his unshakable rule.

"It's rare, many warriors are lazy now."

Wang Luo grumbled while cooking, "Young fighters like you, who are both internal and external, are rare. Let's eat first, and fight after eating."

"Actually, I'm curious."

Li Fan put on his tracksuit and asked, "Huaxia has a vast land and rich resources, and there are so many experts, why did you choose me?"

"My shortlist had a lot of people at the beginning."

Wang Luo laughed, "Besides you, there are two other people. One is Murong Ying and the other is Jiang Feng."

"The two of them?"

"Yes, it's the two of them. Of these two, Murong Ying is the strongest, the most talented, and the one who caught my eye the first time. But I never chose her because she is from the Murong family and has always memorized The Murong family's sense of responsibility. If she can't let go of the Murong family, she won't be able to become Shang Fang's sword!"

"I can't let go of my bodyguard either!"

"An escort agency is different from a family."

Wang Luo said without looking back, "Murong Ying can't let go of the Murong family's affairs for a minute! And you, haven't you left all the escort affairs to your subordinates?"

"Ah, this... I'm training them enough!"

Li Fan laughed dryly.

"What about the other one? How about Jiang Feng?"

"Jiang Feng...Actually, I like him more."

Wang Luo sighed with emotion, "Don't think you are better than him, but he actually has more potential than you, and also has more perseverance and resilience! It's a pity that I don't have much time to train him."

"Then why don't you pass on Shangfang's sword to him first?"

Hearing Wang Luo praise his mortal enemy, Li Fan felt a little upset. But if you are not happy, you are not happy, and Li Fan can't say anything else.

"Of course not."

Wang Luo served two servings of fried rice with eggs, "He has his own purpose in mind, and he will do anything for this purpose. I passed Shangfang Sword to him. After I die, he will abuse the power of Shangfang Sword, just to achieve his own goals."

"Fuck, why is it egg fried rice again? Do you know how to cook a dish?"

"Nonsense! This is different from yesterday's egg fried rice!"

Wang Luo emphasized.

"What's different?"

"This egg fried rice has chopped green onion added."

"..."

Li Fan was really powerless to complain, "How is this different?"

"In Buddhist fasting, eggs are considered vegetarian, but chopped green onions are meat."

Wang Luo chuckled, "So, yesterday I let you eat vegetarian dishes, but today I let you eat meat dishes, of course it's different."

Li Fan was a little speechless, and didn't know how to refute.

But to put it bluntly, isn't Nima still an egg fried rice?

"Okay, okay, some food is good, it's better than no food, right?"

"Well, thanks for the breakfast."

"That's about the same, follow me this month and learn hard. If you can't stand my exercise method, you can quit at any time."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, but Li Fan laughed.

"There is no bitterness that I can't bear."

"Is it?"

Wang Luo also showed a smile, but Li Fan who smiled was a little scared. This old man...what is he thinking.

"It's almost time."

After Li Fan finished a set of Qixia boxing, Wang Luo looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost time for us to set off."

"How to get to the Vatican?"

"That's it."

As Wang Luo said, he opened the door of the next bathroom.

A magician wearing a cloak stumbled in and almost fell, but fortunately Wang Luo held him up.

"Pierce, you are still in such a panic!"

"Wang Luo, you lunatic!"

After Pierce came in, he looked around nervously, and then cursed.

"Now that the entire Magic Association is looking for you, how dare you come to me for help!"

"Oh, my dear Pierce, you are the president of the Magic Association yourself, wouldn't it be enough to withdraw the arrest warrant?"

"You are crazy! Only this is absolutely impossible!"

Pierce vomited blood angrily, "If I didn't owe you a favor, I would never help you!"

"Dear Pierce, you've got nothing to lose by helping me once. We'll leave London peacefully, and you won't have any casualties, will you?"

"You brazen!"

Pierce yelled at Wang Luo angrily, "Get out of London! I don't want to see you again!"

With that said, he stretched out his hand and yanked the toilet door again.

The world behind the door has changed under the influence of his magic.

"Li Fan, we are on our way. Thank you, Pierce, we owe each other nothing."

Wang Luo picked up Shangfang's sword and walked through the toilet door first.

"move."

Pierce glanced at Li Fan and urged, "The next time we meet, I will personally capture you back!"

"Okay, then there is a chance to meet next time."

Li Fan winked at the president of the Magic Association, and then followed through the toilet door.

After entering, Li Fan came to another room almost in the blink of an eye.

This room is a typical European-style decoration, with white European-style tables and chairs inside, and a big round bed in the middle.

A bald man was lying on the bed with two girls in his arms. The skin colors were different, one black and one white, but there were many varieties.

"Fatty, wake up!"

Wang Luo kicked the bed, shaking all three people on the bed.

"fuck!"

The fat man on the bed fell off, hurting his butt, and couldn't help but curse.

"Hey, fat man, let's meet again, miss me?"

Wang Luo squatted on the ground, smiling and looking at the fat man who was cursing.

The fat man was dumbfounded when he saw Wang Luo.