Urban Hidden Dragon

"Saint?"

Wen Juecheng and the others were all confused.

"Senior Wen, he said you are a saint!" Sun Minghao said, standing beside Wen Juecheng like a little eunuch.

If it were in the past, Wen Juecheng might have been so shameless and ignorant as to think that he might be the saint that the other party was talking about.

But now, the little self-confidence he had was destroyed by Luo Jiantuo's slaps in the face, and the old man in white not far away was obviously not an ordinary person, so he didn't dare to pretend to be a saint.

Wen Juecheng has lived to this day and has a certain understanding of judging the situation. As a human being, you have to act like a grandson when it is time to act like a grandson.

The purpose of his coming here this time was to rescue the hostages.

It's impossible to take action, so you'd better be submissive first.

Wen Juecheng smiled and bowed to the white-robed old man in the distance, "The master may have recognized the wrong person. My name is Wen Juecheng. I didn't know that the masters were meditating here. Sorry to bother you. The ones taken away by the masters are my young men. They may have done something wrong or said something wrong before, which made the masters unhappy. I came to redeem them with sincerity.

If you offer me a price, I will take them back right away. Please rest assured that after I take them back, I will definitely discipline them strictly and they will never do anything out of line again!"

The old man in white smiled and said, "Whether they can survive or not depends entirely on the will of the Saint!"

Wen Juecheng was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself, are these Indians so easy to talk to?

Could it be that I am really a saint?

Or is this a trap set by them?

No matter what, Wen Juecheng's primary mission here was to bring the hostages back. Wen Juecheng smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness! I will take them back right away!"

Sun Minghao and his group also looked at Wen Juecheng with admiration, "Senior Wen, I didn't realize you had such an identity! It turns out you have connections with Indians abroad!"

Wen Juecheng felt that his vanity was slightly satisfied. In order to prevent the old man in white from hearing him, Wen Juecheng said in a low voice without blushing or beating his heart, "Keep a low profile! All of you, go and bring the person back!"

Tiefeng took his men and was about to go over and bring the person back.

But he didn't take two steps.

Tie Feng and his companions trembled violently.

They all knelt on the ground, their faces grim and they roared like wild beasts. After a few seconds, they started crying, laughing and dancing on the spot as if they were crazy.

Wen Juecheng and the others were all confused.

Sun Minghao already had a psychological trauma. After seeing this scene, he was so frightened that his face turned pale. "What's going on, Senior Wen? I just called you a saint, why do you turn your face away and ignore me?"

Unexpectedly, the old man in white waved his wide sleeves.

The people around Wen Juecheng fell one after another like dominoes.

This scene frightened the group of people, and the rest of them wanted to run away.

But his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could not move at all. It was basically his upper body that was moving, while his lower body was rooted in the ground.

Sun Minghao was so scared that he wet his pants. He was a grown man, but he cried out in tears, "Senior Wen, aren't you one of their saints? Why are they still going to attack?"

Wen Juecheng sat on the ground and struggled hard, like a mouse on a mousetrap.

Wen Juecheng was also in great pain at this moment. He, a powerful grandmaster at the peak of his power, was like an ant in the eyes of the other party.

Sun Minghao pounded the ground with his fists in helplessness and rage, "Wen Juecheng, what the hell are you doing! Aren't you very strong? What's your use!"

Wen Juecheng's face turned pale. If he was able to move, he would have taken Sun Minghao away.

Sun Minghao wailed, "Old man in white clothes, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please let me go. I believe in your religion! Please let me go!"

The old man in white didn't seem to want to kill these people, he just let them control him.

How could Sun Minghao, this big idiot, understand this and just kept yelling.

Finally, he looked ruthless and thought that he would die today anyway, so he might as well take a few people with him before leaving.

Thinking about how he had been beaten up by Wang Han before and how he had been bullied by Wang Han, he thought that since they had a grudge against each other, he might as well drag them into the water together.

Sun Minghao shouted, "Old man in white, there are a few people over there! There is a very beautiful woman among them! You can catch her and enjoy her! Those people are not good people! They are all without faith! You need to purify them!"

There was a rustling sound of footsteps on the sand behind me.

Before Sun Minghao had time to react, he saw several people standing there in his peripheral vision.

Wang Han lowered his head and glanced at Sun Minghao who was sitting on the ground unable to move. After picking his ears, he smiled at Sun Minghao.

"are you talking about me?"

Sun Minghao was terrified and stunned for a moment.

With a pale face, Luo Jiantuo stepped on the back of Sun Minghao's head with one foot and stepped hard.

Sun Minghao's face was stepped directly into the sand.

Wang Han looked at the old man in white in the distance as if he was strolling in his own backyard.

"The sixth day, awakened one?"

The old man in white smiled and bowed in the direction of Wang Han, "Sir Saint!"

Wen Juecheng and the others who were sitting on the ground were all dumbfounded.

I only knew that Wang Han and his gang were extraordinary, but I didn't expect that he was the real saint.

How can a mortal being be called a saint?

Wen Juecheng blushed. Just now he had admitted it out of a little vanity. If he had turned around and looked behind him, he would not have said such words.

Dong Lele and his group looked at Wang Han. They only knew that the other party was very strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.

Finally, Wang Han walked to the front and stood less than thirty meters away from the old man in white.

Except for Sun Minghao who was still eating sand behind him, everyone else felt their bodies suddenly become lighter and their hands and feet could move.

Wen Juecheng struggled to stand up, looking at the backs of Wang Han and the others, muttering, "Could it be... Is this the horror of the Vajra Realm?"

Wang Han stared at the sculpture that was still constantly devouring and absorbing negative energy.

That thing has a green face and fangs, a typical Indian sculpture style. With the injection of negative energy, it becomes very vivid.

The old man in white smiled at Wang Han and said, "Sir Saint, I have sent people to take you back to the Sixth Heaven several times, but all failed. I didn't expect to meet you here again this time. It seems that this is a sign from heaven. Please come back with me."

Wang Han scratched his ears and said, "Don't worry, I'm not used to the climate there."

The old man in white smiled and said, "Sir Saint, we can discuss anything. For example, now we can talk about other things. If we cooperate properly, you will see our strength. At that time, you will think that joining us on the Sixth Day will be a wise move!"

Wang Han stood with his hands behind his back, but his eyes kept staring at the sculpture from time to time.

The old man in white suddenly turned sideways and pointed at the huge Buddha head behind him.

"Sir Saint, as far as I know, there is a secret hidden in this. Aren't you curious?"