"It's raining."
There are several ways to go up the Yuhuang Mountain, and Zhang Ningzhi only took one of the most hidden paths. According to criminal psychology, anyone with an avoidance mentality will subconsciously choose this undiscovered path. It is a pity that we have been away for so long. She said she found someone, but she didn't even see a ghost.
It seems this criminal likes to do the opposite.
"It's raining hard."
Zhang Ningzhi feels unlucky because rain will hinder her vision, hearing, and smell. Such uncontrollable factors are difficult to control. Therefore, when she was training basic skills since she was a child, she would practice close combat in various environments for a long time. In order to prevent enemies from taking the opportunity to sneak attack.
There is a tree in front of me, and now I can only hide under the tree.
She doesn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella in her gaming backpack, because her gaming backpack is a basic model made by Shen Tong Gong, with only a dozen slots, which is perfect for holding treasures, and there is no room for daily props.
"This wind is like taking medicine."
Zhang Ningzhi put his hands on his hips, sighed, and took out his cell phone resignedly, intending to report to Shi Xin that the search was fruitless.
The screen lit up, and the lock screen wallpaper was a photo of her and the intern team leader Gongsun Fu on the day she passed the formal membership examination of the Inspection Bureau. Gongsun Fu, this scheming girl, obviously never wears high heels, but she chose to wear low heels on that day. As a result, the person who was only 1cm taller than her suddenly looked half a head taller, and she was dressed like the sister next door unlike usual.
Do you like being an elder so much?
After unlocking, the screen wallpaper was changed to another one. It was the day when she was appointed as the leader of the special operations team. She, Gongsun Fu, Ji He, and Qiao Wuyi were all toasting to celebrate at the celebration banquet. She was She is not happy, because the team leader who led her died not long ago during an undercover operation, and her position was obtained by replacing the hero.
I remember she said she wanted to take revenge, but then she thought it didn't matter when she actually succeeded. Without the Medicine King Bodhisattva teaching, these ordinary players who are not strong enough would still die. So to solve the problem, we should not just look at the surface. We should increase the selection and appointment of people from various families. The probability is high, even if the Inspection Bureau is infiltrated by various families, it doesn't matter.
What matters most is that no one sacrifices.
"I worked really hard." Zhang Ningzhi opened WeChat with satisfaction, "When I reach the position of director, I will return home and inherit the martial arts gym."
snap…
Raindrops fell onto the screen, creating a small splash.
A terrifying eye reflected in the water.
Almost immediately, she thrust the moiré sword upwards. The huge force of the collision with the ax scabbard shook away the surrounding rain. The cold air became hot and humid due to this blow. After successfully blocking, she quickly drew the sword and turned back, burning red. The blade of the knife accurately scratched the attacker's chest.
When she turned around to finish the attack, the sense of crisis suddenly disappeared, leaving only the scattered flour being sniped by the rain and shot into the ground.
"tui!"
Zhang Ningzhi spat out the flour that floated into his mouth, picked up the anthropomorphic dough on the ground in confusion, and pulled out a piece of paper from behind. It read solemnly: "Old mother without life, home in a vacuum."
"bass!"
The darts struck, and the cloud-patterned sword fell out of his hand. A wound was made on the outside of the palm of his left hand, and blood gushed out crazily as if he was desperate for his life.
Careless.
Zhang Ningzhi looked at the person who came. He was a tall and rough man with two vertical scratch scars on his left eye. The muscles of his exposed arms were knotted and veins popped out. His neck and thighs were as thick as tree roots. There was no sound coming from him. It can be seen from the walking movements that these are not dead muscles developed by fitness, but the energy accumulated over many months.
Once in a confrontation, brute force can be drawn from these baggage.
She ignored the wound, bent down to pick up the moiré knife, and pulled out the dart beside it.
The words Lin'an Museum are printed on the corner. That's right, it's the one nailed into the room.
Zhang Ningzhi whirled around and threw a dart at him, then slashed with his sword without any nonsense!
The red mark spread along the blade along the cloud pattern. This stroke was done with enough force, and the raindrops blown away by the strong wind reflected the red afterimage.
The man didn't dodge and stretched out his left arm to block!
It's ridiculous, no matter how strong the muscles are, they are still mortal. This knife will definitely cut off half of his arm!
"Ding!"
"clang!"
But they saw that the man's muscles were as hard as an iron axe, and the dart bounced away as if it had hit a smooth wall. Not only did this powerful blow not only fail to hurt him at all, but it was able to withstand the shock of Zhang. Ningzhi's hands were numb, and he stepped back continuously. The hand holding the knife was trembling, and he almost dropped the weapon on his own initiative.
iron Man?
She picked up the cloud pattern knife and saw that the blade was actually curled!
Zhang Ningzhi had doubts in his mind. The person in front of him did not have the aura of being possessed by the God of War, and the cloud-patterned sword was a real evil-possessed weapon. Logically speaking, nothing could block her attack, unless someone was practicing chaos. The body-tempering player of the mind method is also the martial arts cultivator in the cultivation system.
Weapons also have strengths and weaknesses. If the person is a highly skilled martial artist, then the moiré sword alone will not be able to break through the defense.
"It seems that you are specifically looking for me to compare martial arts." She put away the moiré knife and said coldly, "Send your name. I won't fight unknown people."
The man finally spoke, his voice as dull as a dead tree: "You don't need to know my name, but I can tell you that I come from the Big Crying Mountain."
Zhang Ningzhi narrowed his eyes: "A person from the Great Crying Mountain has the cultivation method of the Five Immortals Mountain? It seems that the layout of the Great Crying Mountain is not that big. You can reach into the Five Immortals Mountain with your hand."
As soon as she finished speaking, she summoned the Yin God Chang Yuchun, who was possessed by the Martial God. Her skin was rosy red, her brows and eyes were filled with blood, and her whole body erupted with a strong evil spirit. She slowly clenched her hands into fists, waiting for the Taoist deeds from the Martial God to help her dredge her meridians and achieve the unity of heaven and martial arts. state.
The man felt the change in her, and took a step without giving him a chance. He was as steady as a nail hammering into the ground, and then he swung a straight fist at her. The stress point under his foot created a deep hole in the same place, which shows that this punch The force was so powerful that it directly drained the air from the attack arc in a very short period of time.
This suffocating sense of oppression pressed tightly on Zhang Ningzhi's heart. Even if he was possessed by the God of War, he would not dare to take the punch directly.
She lowered her waist to avoid it, and reached the state of unity between heaven and martial arts. She grabbed the arm that was holding a straight punch with her five fingers and clawed it. She pulled it down hard and counterattacked with a straight punch.
The man's face was close at hand, but what greeted her was another thick fist.
The two fists collided, and the shocked air rippled out in circles. The two began to wrestle. A fist as big as a wheat-colored sandbag met a fist as big as a bronze human head. The two were full of evil energy and refused to give in to each other. Stretched to the extreme.
For a long time, I could only hear the sound of cracking mixed with the rain that was falling harder and harder.
It's a bone fracture.
Zhang Ningzhi gritted his teeth. The blood vessels from his neck to his chin were clearly visible. His eyes were as red as a demon crawling out of hell to eat people. The man was not much better. Although there was no cracked expression on his face, his fists But his arms kept shaking.
