Step into the hotel.
The cold breath, like the lowest degree of air conditioning, blew a strong cold wind. When Yang Ping stepped into the threshold, he knew that the murderous gas came from the corner room on the second floor.
"It's so cold. What's the matter? Is the air conditioner broken?"
The elder sister shrunk her neck and muttered. After registering a customer, she saw a stranger going upstairs. She didn't look like a hotel man. She shouted, "wait, what's your room number?"
Yang Ping stopped and gave a room number.
The girl at the front desk was not suspicious, smiled and said nothing. Yang Pinggang was about to go upstairs. He stopped and said to his sister at the front desk, "there is danger here. Go out and take shelter first."
"Why?" the girl at the front desk looked at Yang Ping suspiciously and felt alarmist. Now where is the danger? Some are you. She thought Yang Ping wanted to pick up girls, which was the case with many guests before.
"It will be dangerous later."
Yang Ping said seriously.
The girl at the front desk sneered and said faintly, "you are the most dangerous person. If you want to chat up, please use your brain and think about what girls like. Also, I checked your room. It's a female customer."
Alert, the receptionist said, "you're not from our hotel!"
Yang Ping said honestly, "I really don't stay, but please inform the rest of the hotel. There will be fighting next, which may affect others. The sooner you leave, the better."
The girl at the front desk waved to the security guard and hummed coldly, "let's make trouble."
The security guard yawned at the door and suddenly heard the call from the front desk. His eyes lit up. He pretended to come over, holding the baton around his waist and shouted, "who are you and what are you doing here?" then he didn't forget to wink at the front desk.
The girl at the front desk was not interested in a security guard and said impatiently, "he said it's dangerous later. Let's all go out."
The security guard smiled and disdained: "where is the danger in the early morning? Go away quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."
Yang Ping was helpless.
Why did no one listen to him? He looked at the marble at the front desk and said, "if you don't go, don't blame me for not reminding you. You can't go, but the hotel customers should remind you."
He's not in a hurry. Anyway, his opponent is lurking on the second floor.
"You came out of Qingshan mental hospital."
The security guard despised it, but it could save the United States. He said, "even if there is danger, I can suppress it. I know what you want to say. Someone will fight later and tear down the hotel, right?"
Yang Ping nodded.
The security guard is not a fool. He guessed the solution of the hotel.
"Idiot."
The security guard shook his head, stared at Yang Ping with colored glasses, bared his teeth, smiled, put on a very handsome posture, and said to the sister at the front desk: "don't worry, I'll help you resist the sky falling. I believe you brother Liu's ability."
The girl at the front desk has white eyes.
Both are idiots.
Yang Ping sighed, knowing that it was useless to say more, and knocked with a finger on the marble front desk.
Click!
A crack appeared under the finger, began to spread to the end, and then the whole front desk exploded and smashed to the ground. The security guard stared at his feet and the front desk sister with a face of dust entering the panic mode.
ah
The decibel is super high and deafening.
The girl at the front desk covered her face and rushed out. The security guard looked frightened, hurried back, turned and ran. Yang Ping smiled and said, "force is more effective."
Soon, the hotel issued an alarm.
Fire Alarm!
The customers hurried out of the room and ran out of the door. Among the crowd on the stairs, Yang Ping quietly went upstairs, came to the room at the corner of the second floor, pushed the door and entered. In the room sat two blonde bald heads, and Mu Zihan was in their hands.
Mu Zihan struggled and shouted, "Yang Ping, you leave quickly. This is a trap!"
Yang Ping gave her a reassuring look, pitifully looked at the two bald heads and said, "why do you still come to provoke me now? You wise leaders in the United States dare not take action. Where do you have the courage?"
One of them got up with a bald head, made a gentleman's gesture and said, "Dear Mr. Yang, we have no malice to you, nor to this lady. It was a pure accident to lead you here."
accident?
Yang Ping sneered. If he hadn't completely blocked the surroundings of the hotel, the wise men couldn't escape. Where would there be any accident. The strength of these two people is good. In the early days of the sage, their spiritual strength can be condensed into essence and placed elsewhere. They are both experts at the marshal level. Unfortunately, I came to Longcheng and happened to face him.
I have long heard in the army that there are a group of mysterious experts called wise men in the United States. They are the backbone of the American Power Association, and their leader is an extremely mysterious master. Compared with Dr. J and Zhu Yan, the wise are the power behind the scenes in the United States.
The wise are a group, not a person.
Yang Ping said faintly, "you scared my friend. How do you compare accounts?"
Another wise man stopped his companion who was ready to get angry and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, we don't know each other until we fight. This time, we have to ask you to come, mainly to discuss the matter of entering the heavenly tomb..."
"Noisy!"
Yang Ping slapped out, beat the wise man away, calmly came to Mu Zihan and comforted, "let's go home."
The wise man got up from the corner and shouted angrily, "Yang Ping, don't toast or punish!"
Yang Ping ignored and said to Mu Zihan, "go out first and I'll clean the two garbage." Mu Zihan nodded skillfully, then obediently walked out of the room, left the hotel, stood in the crowd at the door of the hotel and looked at the window on the second floor with concern.
Yang Ping said, "now that you're here, don't hide. Let's count the new and old hatred together."
"I knew I couldn't hide it from Mr. Yang."
The void twisted and walked out of a bald head wearing a golden robe. His eyes were like an abyss, like the sea, unfathomable. Compared with him, the two masters of the primary realm of saints around him were completely two levels of people.
Absolute master!
Yang Ping stared at the wise man who came out of the void. His spiritual power reached the peak of the great sage. He was only one step away from achieving the heavenly Buddha. He was shocked. When did the United States, with its high-tech civilization, become such a master.
From their blood, Yang Ping smelled an unusual smell. These people are not ordinary people, because there is an extremely powerful force hidden in their blood. It is likely that they are the spiritual force of the three-level realm at birth.
"You are not from earth."
Yang Ping mused.
The golden robed wise man nodded and said, "we didn't mean any harm by bringing Mu Zihan here. We wanted to tell Mr. Yang a key problem."
Yang Ping, listen.
Since the three men were under their noses, there was no possibility of escape.
Yang Ping has confidence in himself.
"The key is to catch my friend?"
The golden robed wise man sighed and said helplessly, "Mr. Yang is very hostile to us, but I can tell you a message for free. The person really related to the heavenly tomb is actually a little girl named Xuanxuan."
Yang Ping frowned and turned pale.