Listening to Ye Fan's explanation, Chen Ping became more and more curious about this sect.

What kind of existence is this?

Some mysterious hell?

Some mysterious organization?

Or, some civilization?

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Ye Fan asked.

Chen Ping's eyes were sunk and he asked, "What kind of existence is the door?"

"You can think it is a special organization, full of madmen, and these madmen usually don't come out. Those who come out have already achieved success or become giants. Let's talk about Xiao Zhizun, he is a disciple. Moreover, the masters of the twelve temples in the West are also disciples."

Ye Fan briefly explained.

When talking about the Twelve Western Temples, Chen Ping suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, do you know Hades, Pluto?"

On the other end of the phone, I suddenly felt silent, and with a hint of chill, I asked, "Hades's grandson has friction with you?"

Turtle grandson?

Chen Ping was stunned. He didn't know much about Ye Fan's past, and he had always been in a single line contact. He only knew that this guy was very famous abroad.

"A few days ago, a holy envoy from Pluto sent someone to Shanghai and had something to do with Chen Han. Do you really know Hades?" Chen Ping asked reversibly.

Ye Fan sighed and said, "Okay, I'm showing up. To be honest, I'm the sun god Apollo."

Damn it!

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and said, "Are you the Lord of the Temple?"

Ye Fan nodded and said, "It's all empty name, the Sun Temple, the seven sage envoys I have long since thrown to me. However, how could this old boy, Pluto, have something to do with Miss Chen Han?"

Chen Ping said he didn't know. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Help me warn Hades, if he sends someone over here again, I don't mind overturning his temple."

There was a little silence on the other end of the phone, and then said, "Okay."

Then, the phone hangs up.

Chen Ping looked at the note in his hand, his eyes were a little cold and scary.

Lin Family.

What kind of role do you play?

Just as Chen Ping left the hospital, Zheng Tai had already rushed to report: "Mr. Chen, checked, all the white Bentleys in Shangshanghai were found, but there was no Miss Chen. Ten minutes ago, a white Bentley appeared at the airport. When we arrived, the person had already left."

"Where is the flight information?" Chen Ping asked.

"The destination is Washington City, the United States." Zheng Tai replied.

Chen Ping frowned and was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's do it first, let's go to the venue."

Immediately afterwards, the group drove to the World Arena.

At this moment, the World Arena is crowded with people, and there is still ten minutes to go before the opening.

The Zhou family members had already arrived at the venue and were all waiting in the side hall of the venue.

Mr. Zhou's urn was placed in the hall, and everyone in the Zhou family was waiting on both sides with heavy eyes and serious expressions.

Zhou Chongyue glanced at the time and asked, "How long will it take for Mr. Chen to arrive?"

"Mr. Chen is here, don't worry, head of the Zhou family." A subordinate in a black suit replied.

Zhou Chongyue nodded. According to what he said in advance, Mr. Zhou’s spiritual position needs to be on stage in this ring competition, and it must be placed in the center of the main stage of the entire venue.

Nothing else, it is just to let Mr. Zhou see with his own eyes that the national martial arts will shine all over the world!

Moreover, we must formally inform the martial arts world that Mr. Zhou has passed away.

At the same time, we must also intimidate the national martial arts families and forces in China who are ready to go.

Just at this moment, several uninvited guests suddenly broke in!

"Hahaha, it turns out that Mr. Zhou is dead, no wonder."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, with a beard and a fierce pair of tiger eyes. He was very majestic in the steps of the dragon and tiger. He walked behind his back and broke in with four or five people.
Chapter completed!