. At Bao'an Airport in Shenzhen, Li Mo, wearing a black Nike sportswear, appeared in the airport hall on time with a big shoulder bag, and Aben, who looked like he was eleven or 2 years old.

Since Aben accidentally summoned lightning to bombard him by the sea, he actually used Hu Che to absorb a part of the huge energy of thunder and lightning.

Most of the Hu Che's sword was stored, and A Ben's own body also stored a small part. The direct result of this accident was that A Ben could have enough energy to use most of his martial arts without having to transform into a perfect battle body. And as long as he was holding Hu Che, even if he transformed into a perfect battle body Molong, he believed that he could support enough until the battle was over. But A Ben himself liked to keep his youthful appearance.

No matter what, in this way, the chips in Li Mo's hands increased greatly. Aben is definitely a terrifying combat power that can surprise the enemy.

The two of them appeared in the airport lobby two minutes earlier than the agreed time, just as soon as possible. Li Mo looked up, hoping to find the person he was looking for in this airport lobby.

Because I won’t talk about anything else in advance, the Hu Che knife in Abang’s hand is always going to be in trouble, and it is still a problem to bring this thing onto the plane. At this moment, the Hu Che knife is temporarily kept by Li Mo and thrown in the long bag behind him.

This kind of thing is not possible. It is almost the same for items like this type of murder weapon to be consigned unless you go through special procedures. If you want to take it with you empty-handed, it is possible to achieve it unless you book a special plane.

There was a slight but rhythmic footsteps behind him. From the hearing, Li Mo knew that the person coming should not be an ordinary person. The footsteps of ordinary people were heavy, and you could tell at first that they could hear them.

The sound is light and rhythmic, and it starts to sound from about ten steps, and the direction of the visitor is definitely coming to him.

Li Mo turned around alertly and saw a young man and woman walking towards him. The man wore a gray baseball cap on his head and was dressed in sportswear. The color was similar to the one on his body, but the brand was different. One was wearing Nike and the other was wearing Adidas. This man was about half a head lower than Li Mo, barely a little over 1.7 meters tall, and his smile looked very kind-looking, just like the person walking. He was actually quite elegant and outspoken.

Li Mo felt that the man looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him. Looking at the girl walking half a step ahead of the man, Li Mo suddenly shouted in his heart.

The girl's outfit is so personal. She is wrapped in a specialized and highlighted fabric of ethnic minorities, but it is cut into a popular style for urban beautiful girls. The short V-line skirt with a small vest, and a very unique white feathered headdress tied onto the shiny black hair that looks like a waterfall, making people unable to help but shiny. Her white and tender arms were also wrapped in a golden arm ring, which shone brightly under the attention of everyone.

The girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her facial features are very delicate, her mouth is clever and her eyebrows are full of spring. Although she is not yet known as the national beauty, she is better than charming. Moreover, her rare dress that combines ethnic colors and popular styles is compatible with the hot style, which makes people feel that this woman is different, and her charm reveals the mystery of a foreign race.

If there are a few years, they will definitely be a beautiful beauty again. In this airport hall, eight or nine out of ten men are afraid that eight or nine will look at this side intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Mo couldn't figure out where the two of them came from for a moment, so he had to pretend to be plain and watch them walk in front of him, waiting for the other party to speak.

The charming and charming beautiful girl walked to Li Mo and stood still. She was about to speak, but she caught Aben behind Li Mo at first. She frowned slightly, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had discovered an unparalleled fun thing. Her eyes could no longer be separated from her, and Li Mo in front of her suddenly became a transparent person.

Li Mo was a little stunned for a moment. It was like a person walking towards you with a smile, looking like he wanted to greet you intimately. You didn't understand who he was, but suddenly found that the person he greeted was the telephone pole beside you.

What's more, it's a false idea to say that it's not embarrassing at all. Even those who are so calm like Li Mo, some monks can't touch their heads, and there is a hint of sweat on their foreheads.

Fortunately, the boy in a sportswear and a baseball cap came forward to speak, but what he said from his mouth made Li Mo even more stunned and confused.

"The little monk's name is Baizhang! I have met Mr. Li." The boy said while clasping his hands together.

The donor, the poor monk? Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that the boy in front of him, wearing a baseball cap, was the little monk in yellow who led the Shaolin monk a few nights ago! But the monk dressed like this, he really couldn't recognize him at once.

Li Mo had no disgust towards the young monk. He still remembered that it was the young monk who gave a warning to save his life from Huo Wu Yaoyang and the God of Nuo. So Li Mo smiled and nodded at the young monk, which recognized his identity.

Xing Chao and the sixth department sent a young monk to help him, which was barely acceptable, but was the other person in front of him so?

Sure enough, the girl who attracted the attention of the men in the audience turned her head to Li Mo, put her left hand behind her, bowed slightly, gently stretched out her palm as tender as green onion, and said with a smile: "Hello, Brother Li! My name is Lan Yumiao, it was Uncle Xing who asked me to come! Please take care of me!" The girl's voice was very nice, as crisp as a silver bell.

Li Mo thought to himself, why would the National Security Bureau send such a weak and beautiful little girl? Do you want to make a fool of yourself? But a girl of this age is too young, it is obviously not in line with the taste of this man!

While making random guesses, Li Mo stretched out his palm to hold Lan Yumiao. The moment the two of them came into contact with each other, Li Mo felt the palm of his palm heat up, and his whole palm suddenly disappeared.

In shock, the protective electricity in the body was activated without warning. At the same time, the palm of Li Mo and Lan Yumiao's soft little hands actually appeared like magical a black line, swimming rapidly from the palm toward the wrist.

The electric force in Li Mo's body naturally started, and the electric force was protected from the elbow. The black gas that had rushed to his wrist instantly encountered the electric force and the ice and snow melted immediately. Only then did the palm recover. At the same time, the electric force that penetrated the palm without hesitation knocked Lan Yumiao's little hand back like an electric shock.

As soon as her face changed slightly, Li Mo immediately wanted to have an attack. She had no good impression of the people in the Guoan Bureau. This little girl suddenly plotted against her as soon as she came up. She didn't know what kind of hell is in her hands. In short, she must be extremely domineering... If she changed to someone with a poor internal strength, she might be knocked down immediately. So what if she looks beautiful? She is so vicious, the more beautiful the more it is, the harm it is!

With a momentum, Li Mo's aura immediately changed drastically. He was completely different from the nagging young man a moment ago.

He deliberately suppressed the electric power that was running around all over his body, just because he didn't want to be too shocking. Despite this, the psychological pressure on the Baizhang Monk and Lan Yumiao in front of him was still very great. Li Mo is now like a gunpowder depot with sufficient ammunition, just one at a time.

The stern guy in front of him is not a little monk who can play tricks on his own. He won't get angry no matter what! Lan Yumiao knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, pouted with a grievance, and muttered: "Little monk! You won. He is really not afraid of my toxic poison. Please help me quickly. He, he wants to hit me! Wow!"

The little girl looked so anxious that she was about to cry out loud. While her little feet stomped on the floor, she had at least seven or eight kinds of powerful poisons between her fingers. She made up her mind that as long as this person dared to do something to him, she would let him know what the aunt was trying to do!

Li Mo moved, and instantly circulated his whole body, and he poked out his right hand like lightning. Before Lan Yumiao could react, Li Mo's hand had already reached on his forehead.

With a boron sound, Li Mo bent his fingers heavily and shot the little girl a brain. The beautiful girl Lan Yumiao was so painful that tears were almost coming out. The poison in her hand was not released. Before, Li Mo's movement was too fast and she hadn't responded yet. Later, because she knew that although this person was hateful, she had no malice towards her, so naturally she didn't have to release the poison.

Li Mo laughed silently and just scared her. In public, he faced such a delicate little girl, so it was impossible to fight so badly. That's why he just gave this little girl a brain scratch and taught her a lesson.

Lan Yumiao pulled the sleeve of the little monk and said coquettishly: "Brother Little Monk! They are not fun at all. One is a bad guy who doesn't know how to cherish the fragrance and the other is not even a human being."

The little monk was pulled on his sleeve by this little beauty, and he looked extremely helpless. Please, aunt, am I a monk? You pulled me up and tear me up again and again along the way. Buddha is above, I am innocent!

Li Mo's heart moved. The little girl had such a strong eye. She could tell from a glance that Aben was not a real human. And she could feel that the little girl's strength was purely tempting. Her true strength still had a lot of room for her, and she had not seen it. Anyway, when she went to Japan, she would always have more help from one expert, so why bother to where she was born.

Thinking of this, Li Mo smiled, patted the long shoulder bag on the shoulder and said, "Little monk, I want to bring this shoulder bag on the plane. Your National Security Bureau should have a solution."

Since Li Mo spoke, it is naturally not difficult for smart people to guess that there must be something inconvenient to bring on the plane in this backpack.

Seeing Li Mo talking to him, the young monk quickly pushed away Lan Yumiao who was standing beside him and said seriously: "Master Li, I am a member of Shaolin Sect, not from the National Security Bureau, but just to be ordered by the master to assist the sixth place."

Before Li Mo could speak, Lan Yumiao giggled and said, "Don't look for me, I'm not from the National Security Bureau. I'm from Miao. This time I'm just a supporter at the Sixth Department!"

After saying this, Lan Yumiao changed his tone and smiled proudly: "But, I have a way to let you take your bag on the plane. As long as you bounce it back, I will help you!" The little girl's bright eyes and white teeth, and her smile made the branches tremble, causing others in the distance to look at each other for a while.

Li Mo began to have a headache about this weird little girl, but then he thought that what he wanted was to achieve his goal and didn't care about being retrieved by this little girl.

Li Mo was originally an open-minded, cheerful and free-spirited person. Once he figured it out, he simply stretched his head over and pointed at his forehead: "Okay! You can play!"

Lan Yumiao was really stunned by Li Mo's move. She had never seen such a master who could put down her airs. From the aura emitted by Li Mo just now, it can be concluded that this man was a terrifying master with absolute strength. But he actually put down his figure when he said he could let go. For a moment, Lan Yumiao became a little hesitant.

Fortunately, this woman dared to say and do things, so she had to be strong. She gritted her teeth and was fine. She shot Li Mo hard in the forehead, and the sound of the shot was banging.

Li Mo didn't feel that it was painful. He raised his head and smiled as if nothing had happened: "Okay, let's settle down, and I'll leave it to you for the bag."

Such a master and acting in such a manner is really special. Lan Yumiao bit her lip, turned her head, and nodded obediently. Invisibly, the two of them recognized each other between two brain-breaking remarks.

There were three more figures on the seat three meters away behind Lan Yumiao. Their special appearance and temperament also attracted the attention of the passengers around him.

Li Mo saw these three people at a glance. His eyes immediately turned elsewhere, then nodded slightly, indicating that he had already known that the other party's existence.

The most noticeable thing is the tallest man on the left, wearing a black suit, which looks like the sturdy black bodyguard in the movie. The only difference is that he has yellow skin. It is rare for Orientals to be born so burly, and not without tall people. It is just that few of them are so strong.

Moreover, this strong man's figure, a discerning person can tell at a glance that this is not the figure of a basketball player, but the real thug figure. Of course, in fact, this person's identity is much more terrifying than the strongest thug in the world. Because his name is Huo Wu Yaoyang + Barbarian God!

The side of the Manchu God was Huo Wu Yaoyang + Bone Demon. The Bone Demon is undoubtedly the person with the most unique taste in the entire airport hall. He was wearing a tight and curved leather jacket and leather pants, and the metal jewelry nails on his clothes were clattering. He finally wore a pair of wide-edged sunglasses on his face. I don’t know if it was because he hated the sunshine or didn’t want his skeleton-like face to scare the passers-by next to him.

If it was just this outfit, it could only be considered a bit avant-garde. The reason why he was called the most alternative person in the entire airport hall was because four metal rings were nailed on his face, and whenever he shook his head intoxicated with the music in his headphones, the metal rings on his cheekbones would sway gently with the rhythm, colliding together, making a crisp sound.

There are many bad teenagers who have holes and rings on their bodies, but most of them are just drilling holes in their skin. Perverts like the Bone Demon who pierces and rings on their own bones are really unbearable to look at him for a second time. Just thinking about his behavior, he feels painful. I really doubt whether he is a monster without pain.

In comparison, it is normal for Huo Wu Yaoyang + Qiong Shen, who is sitting between the Bone Demon and the Barbarian God. He is holding a high-end laptop computer with his knees, and his fingers are pounding something on it. He buried his head deeply, staring at the computer screen with his eyes, and he has no concern about anything outside.

Li Mo glanced at the three of the poor gods and stopped looking over there. Although everyone had the same destination, there was no need to talk. Li Mo was such a person. People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. It is okay if they just come to say hello, but it is impossible to let themselves go over and say hello.

As the first disciple of Shaolin, the little monk also discovered the existence of the three poor gods and knew that they would be with these evil stars this time. However, seeing that Li Mo did not mean to say hello to him, the monk himself had no need to take the initiative to say hello.

Lan Yumiao was also one of the insiders. She looked back at the three poor gods, stretched out her fingers to gesture, and smiled and said, "What a big one, it's so scary. Miaoer doesn't want to get together with the three people over there. Little monk, Miaoer wants to be with you!"

The little monk smiled helplessly and had to let the little demon hold his sleeve again, and silently recite the "Great Mantra Compassion Sutra" over and over again in his heart.

Soon, international flights began to check tickets and entered the station, and every passenger could carry items of a certain weight with him. Li Mo took off the long backpack with Hu Che and handed it to Lan Yumiao.

Lan Yumiao gently bounced her five fingers, and a very subtle pollen-like smoke fell onto her backpack. Li Mo's eyes were extremely sharp. She vaguely saw Lan Yumiao hid in the other palm of her hand intentionally or unintentionally, and a faint blue light flashed away.

Before handing the backpack to the airport security inspection instrument, Li Mo, who was standing beside him, obviously saw that the instrument showed the shape of long strips of items in his bag. He could ignore the security inspection several airport security guards and waved their hands to let go.

Li Mo was very surprised to see this. What kind of magic is this? It can cover up people's eyes? Could it be that in addition to martial arts, there are also martial arts such as witchcraft and magic?

Li Mo's eyes shot towards Lan Yumiao, the initiator of the incident. The little girl proudly spitted her tongue and made a face at Li Mo.

Having said that, this little girl is really smart and smart. Her technique of observing words and expressions is still above Li Mo. In just a short while, she saw through Li Mo was actually a guy who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. She was kind-hearted by nature. Once she realized it, she would no longer be afraid of him.

The three of the seven men also boarded the plane. The seven men entered the cabin and sat on one side. Of course, the young monk and the little demon Lan Yumiao sat in the front row. Li Mo and Aben sat in the front row, and the three of the seven men were separated by Li Mo and others. The two men were very close to each other, and they were staring at each other.

At this time, the God of Seven had put away his computer and sat upright in the position close to the aisle. He was facing Li Mo in pairs.

The poor god was still calm and calm at this moment, but Li Mo was thinking about whether to talk to him or not. The overall situation is the most important thing. After all, this group of people went to Japan to find Tu Mingshuai. After arriving in Japan, the difficulties and obstacles that would be encountered can be imagined, so moderate communication is necessary.

Before Li Mo could think of the topic, a slight riot came from the back row, and the few people turned their heads and looked over.

I saw a well-dressed man with fair facial features and a little pale face. He looked like a rich man who was so addicted to alcohol and sex.

The rich man was proudly pointing at Baizhang's little monk Shangxi and said, "Hey, I said, buddy, don't be shameless. I said I'd like to add more money to change seats with you. If you don't want to, don't blame my brother for getting off the plane and I'll call you to look good! Do you believe it?"

The little monk went down the mountain just to eliminate demons all day long. He never encountered such a scoundrel, let alone to fight for women.

The little monk was not a stupid person. He knew that the boy's intention was not to drink, but was moving to Lan Yumiao's mind sitting inside.

But I can't just point him in my fingers. I made a great vow when I went down the mountain and didn't use martial arts to deal with ordinary people.

Besides, monks should be humble and tolerant, but if they really give in, they feel that they shouldn't be like this. Then again, this Miao girl Lan Yumiao is not a good person to him. Maybe she will take the life of this scoundrel in a quiet manner. Then, this account of killing has been raised because she gave up her seat, but is it necessary to count it on her?

After thinking about it, the little monk became more and more confused. He couldn't help looking at Li Mo and others with his help.

This rich man's speech is getting worse and worse, and he keeps cursing, all because he sees the little monk wearing ordinary clothes and is not afraid of the consequences. It is really said that people need clothes and Buddha need gold clothes. If the little monk is wearing a top-notch brand, this person may not dare to touch him casually. Unlike now, he will almost throw the money on the face of the monk and grab the collar and pick him up.

Lan Yumiao looked at this scene with interest, not only her, but Li Mo was the same. In addition to Aben's head burying his head to sleep, even the God of Nuo, the God of Barbarians and the Bone Demon all opened their eyes wide and saw how the young monk Youdao from Shaolin Temple dealt with the rogues in the secular world.

After thinking about it, the little monk suddenly understood it, so he closed his eyes and started to meditate.

There is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people disturb it. Monk, I closed my eyes and ignored the things around me. This ruffian would not have thrown the little monk down from the sky, let alone so many fellow passers-by watching me. Thinking of this, the little monk secretly pinched a magic trick between his fingers, and a smile appeared on his face after entering into meditation.

Seeing that the grassroots poor man ignored him, he closed his eyes and went to bed, he was so angry that he couldn't tell the difference between meditation and sleeping.

The God of Scarlet nodded and showed a gaze of praise at the young monk. This little monk will definitely be a pillar of Shaolin Temple in the future. He can escape from the troubles of the world in this short time and enter a state of meditation. Just this wisdom and Zen heart will not be the second choice among the young generation of Shaolin Temple.

The rich man looked at Lan Yumiao as lustful as a flower, and finally couldn't help but feel anxious. He thought that at worst, this young master called the boy on the plane, and then became intimate with the little girl. After getting off the plane, he called the old man. That was not a big deal.

The rich man finally revealed his true form, opened his mouth and cursed in pure Japanese: "Baga Wild Road!" He then punched his fist and smashed the monk Baizhang's head.

With such a slow fist speed, before he could even land on the top of the monk's head, he was firmly pinched by a giant hand behind him.
To be continued...