The Goddess President's Personal Soldier King

"Don't waste time, let's go together." Ye Chen said indifferently, while walking, he grabbed a horse boy and threw it ten meters away.

"Let's go together!" You Mazi shouted.

A group of young horses rushed forward, swinging their swords, guns, swords and sticks at Ye Chen together.

Time seems to stand still...

Those knives, guns, swords and sticks... unexpectedly hit Ye Chen's body, face, and head fiercely.

He didn't even try to dodge.

This scene was too dangerous, too unexpected.

Now he is like a living target, let these gangsters pierce and slash back and forth...

However, what puzzled them was that Ye Chen's expression didn't change at all when they slashed so fiercely.

It's still that lazy look, that idle look.

"Haha, he should be dead by now!" You Ma Zai laughed loudly.

"I'm so sorry, I can't die right now."

Ye Chen smiled, and then exuded a strong domineering aura from his body, and the boys seemed to feel a strong shock wave.

Everyone was blown away together!

It turned out that the reason why Ye Chen was not injured just now was because there was a breath of energy in his body.

This qi is like the qigong with a long history in China.

While concentrating, the sword, gun, sword and stick hit the body without pain or itching.

This kind of kung fu has been spread among the people, and only a small number of people can learn it.

It just so happened that Ye Chen belonged to that group of people.

He glanced indifferently at the mourning horse boys lying on the ground, he snorted coldly, grabbed a horse boy who was less injured, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, where is your boss?"

"Eighth... the presidential suite on the eighth floor..."

Ye Chen let him go, and quickly stepped into the elevator to meet everyone's astonished eyes.

Arriving at the eighth floor, a group of horse boys from the Qinglong gang had already surrounded the elevator entrance.

The elevator door opened slowly, his eyes shot out a chill that was colder than a thousand years of ice, and his stern eyebrows moved slightly.

"Why, do you want to die too?" The man's majestic murderous aura was a bit sinister, causing everyone to retreat into two rows in fright.

They could only watch Ye Chen leave helplessly.

After he left, everyone wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and they were obviously scared out of their wits.

And they discovered that their bodies were out of control.

They were shocked by each other!

They have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and they have never seen a person with such power.

The domineering gestures of hands and feet can shock dozens of people. This kind of ability is not possessed by ordinary people in the world.

……

At this time, in the office on the eighth floor of the Qinglong Gang, a woman with a stern expression was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the distant scenery.

The magnificent magic city, the bustling world, has a panoramic view.

The woman suddenly spoke, "Master Faxiang, thank you for coming to help me this time."

A monk standing not far behind the woman put his palms together lightly, "Amitabha, Miss Long has donated too much incense money to the temple over the years. Miss Long is in trouble, and the monk should help her."

"However, isn't your Buddhist family not allowed to kill?" The woman asked lightly, with an emperor's look in her gestures.

"The Buddha said that killing is a sinful karma, but eradicating the sins of the world is a good karma..."

"So you don't kill, just eradicate?"

"Miss Long has a predestined relationship with Buddha, she has a deep root of wisdom, and the monk admires her." Dharma Xiang bowed slightly.

"You monks don't lie. I didn't expect you, the great monk, to speak of murder in such a high-sounding way!" At this time, a beautiful woman came out from the next room.

She is none other than Ouyang Bing.

Fa Xiang turned his head, only glanced at Ouyang Bing, and immediately knelt on the ground.

This kneeling was very pious and respectful.

It seems like kneeling down to worship the gods!

Ouyang Bing couldn't help being surprised by this move, and even Long Er, who was beside him, frowned slightly.

"Monk, what are you kneeling on me for?" Ouyang Bing asked puzzled.

"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it..." Fa Xiang kowtowed three times to Ouyang Bing, stood up and said.

Ouyang Bing didn't ask, but looked at Long'er, and said coldly, "You really won't let him go?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't you promise me not to kill him?" Ouyang Bing asked.

"That's right, I won't kill him, but Master Fa Xiang wants to kill him." Long Er said indifferently.

"Great monk, are you going to kill him?" Ouyang Bing asked coldly.

"Amitabha, it's not the great monk who wants to kill him, but the Buddha who wants to eradicate the evil karma." Fa Xiang clasped his hands together and said.

"Can you let him go?" Ouyang Bing's tone softened a lot, even pleading.

"The Buddha said no."

Ouyang Bing clenched her pink fist and bit her red lip. At that moment, she realized that she was so incompetent.

Seeing that her man was going to be killed, but she...she had no way to do it.

What's the use of being worth tens of billions, and what's the use of controlling a Fortune [-] company?

So what about the long and overpowering country...

In the end, even a man can't be saved!

Ouyang Bing wanted to say something, but Fa Xiang's figure had disappeared.

……

Ye Chen walked towards Long'er's office, the corridor was quiet, with the wind blowing, bringing a ray of coolness.

His eyes were like two bright pearls, brilliant and dazzling.

As he was walking, suddenly a Sanskrit sound came out from all directions. The Sanskrit sound was long and deep, like the chanting of a god: "Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The six-character mantra was poured into Ye Chen's ears vividly.

He stopped in his tracks, stared blankly, and looked intently, only to see a big monk standing not far away, dressed in ragged clothes, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand, and pinching a Buddhist scripture in the other, with lowered brows and a posture of meditation.

Ye Chen was shocked and rubbed his eyes, but who knows, the great monk disappeared again.

It's just that the long and long six-character mantra floated by: Om Mani Padme Hum!

lingering in his ears.

Ye Chen frowned. Could it be that the hostility suddenly rose, and the anger was too strong, which caused something wrong with the eyes?

He closed his eyes, feeling empty in his heart.

Suddenly opened, a bright light burst out.

Then, the great monk clearly appeared in front of him.

He saw clearly that he was indeed a great monk!

The monk looks thin, about 40 to [-] years old, and the Buddha clothes are a little torn, but it is difficult to hide the look of the monk.

Just stop casually, and a majestic Buddha spirit emerges spontaneously.

"Great monk, do you want to block my way!" Ye Chen asked indifferently.

The monk bowed his head and silently recited the Buddha's name: "It's not the monk who wants to block the way, but the Buddha who wants to block the way."

Ye Chen sneered: "Most of the people who stand in my way are already dead. Although I don't kill women and children, I will kill monks! Monk, why don't I send you to see your Buddha?"