Encouraged by Zhao Fan, Huangfu Qing clenched her fists and punched the white cloth figure with Zhao Xun's birthday written in blood. At this point, she couldn't control it. She left hooked, slapped, choked, threw it to the ground and stomped on it wildly. …
At the same time, on the 35th floor of Xihua Building, there was the young master bedroom.
Zhao Xun, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly twisted his body, and there was a snapping sound, sometimes on his face, sometimes on his stomach, or on his whole body. He was immediately awakened, his eyes full of fear.
"Did I drink too much and hallucinate?" Zhao Xun was confused. The next second, his face seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and he fell to the ground along with his body. As time went by, the number of times he was hit increased. There are more and more, and the strength is comparable to that of the late Xiantian. One or two blows are fine, but he can't bear more. The key is that he doesn't know how to fight back. The punch he throws out only hits the air.
Zhao Xun's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Especially when he was strangled by the neck, he was almost out of breath. His eyes became more and more frightened, "I...I hit a ghost? Ah Qing, Ah Qing, come on!"
However, there was no response. Zhao Xun said bitterly: "Smelly bitch, I'm not here at the critical moment." He picked up his cell phone and prepared to contact his father, but was kicked to the ground by an invisible kick. The cell phone also fell to the ground and broke.
It lasted for half an hour and finally stopped.
Seeing that Zhao Xun hadn't been beaten again for a long time, he leaned against the wall with lingering fear and couldn't figure out what was going on.
After two minutes, the door was pushed open, and Huangfu Qing walked in in a good mood. She came here to verify whether "Fan Zhao's" technique of beating villains was really effective. When she saw the wall, she was in a miserable state. Zhao Xunshi already regarded "Fan Zhao" as a god in his heart.
As the instigator, she laughed sarcastically and said, "Hey? Mr. Zhao, was he caught and beaten by a vixen man when he was flirting with women?"
"Dare you laugh at me?!" Zhao Xun got up and looked at her with fire in his eyes.
Huangfu Qing said fearlessly: "If you have the ability, hit me."
Zhao Xun's clenched fist quickly loosened. He didn't dare to hit the opponent. Even if he was born with a weak pulse, he was still the direct daughter of the Huangfu family. Normally, it was the bottom line to mess around outside. If he really took action If we hit him, things might get worse.
"Retribution, this is retribution!"
Huangfu Qing turned around and went out again, went to the nanny's house next door, pushed her son's stroller, and went downstairs to relax. From time to time, that plain face with extremely expressive eyes appeared in her mind, and she smiled from time to time, like a girl with a secret love, murmuring after meeting each other late: "Maybe, this is the charm. , but unfortunately, I have become a married woman, a victim of marriage, and gave birth to another son..."
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In Xihua Building, on the tenth floor.
Zhao Fan didn't know what Huangfu Qing was thinking. He burned the white cloth figure to ashes, then lay on the bed and picked up "Blue Sea Tide Sheng Gong" to read.
The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.
The martial arts skills of the Zhao family in the capital were much better than the "Yue Yin Jue" of the Yue family. They were even watertight. He looked back and forth several times and found no flaws.
"Blue Sea Tide Generates Kung Fu", not to mention in the martial arts world, even if it is ranked among the many forces in the Hidden Sect, if it is a one-on-one situation, Zhao Fan cannot guarantee that he can defeat Zhao who is at the same level. The son of a family, but it’s okay to be half-assed.
"Compared with the modified Yue Yin Jue, this one is in the sky and the other is underground, but it is not unisex and is only for men." Zhao Fan thought for a while and made up his mind not to help Lin Qianqian enter the Tao for the time being, because the capital city The Zhao family should also have a female version of "Blue Sea Tide Sheng Gong".
As for this male version, Zhao Fan can also use it to practice for people around him. Although the better the technique, the harder it is to understand, but one step for a dragon is better than a hundred steps for an insect.
Therefore, he picked up a pen and began to annotate and analyze difficult-to-understand places in the blank spaces of the booklet, so that people who learn this technique can understand it more quickly.
However, Zhao Fan did not explain it in detail too thoroughly. He only pointed it out and it only served as a vane of the general trend. If the road is completely paved and lacks his own understanding, he is destined to not go too far on the extraordinary road.
I didn’t even go to work in the afternoon. Anyway, Xihua Company is big enough and there’s usually nothing wrong with it. I just need an old money man and a middle-aged man named Xia to take care of him.
At 6:30 in the evening, Zhao Fan closed the book a little tiredly and put it into the Jialan Sumeru Jade. All the labels were completed. He was very tired even though he was always in a state of high concentration.
Although he is not a peerless genius, he is born with spiritual roots. In terms of understanding, even his uncle and grandpa were amazed in the past. Although it only took him one afternoon to fully understand the obscure and difficult skills of the Zhao family in Beijing, he felt that he was still too slow. .
As everyone knows, if the children of the Zhao family in the capital knew about this, they would probably vomit blood to death. No matter how talented they were, they would not dare to figure it out without guaranteeing accuracy for ten years. Yes, even the innate part is enough for a lifetime.
This is the spiritual root.
The Great Creation lineage has many techniques, so one of the first criteria for each generation to find a successor is spiritual root. Liu Wanfu's granddaughter Yaoyao has spiritual veins, which are similar to spiritual roots, but even more contrary to the heavens. There is no need to nourish Qi after awakening, the spiritual veins directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the speed of repairing the damage is also very fast, and the front feet are exhausted. , the back foot might be full again.
"It's still early, let's get some sleep first."
Zhao Fan closed his eyes and slept until eleven o'clock in the evening, regaining his energy. He reviewed it in his mind for a few minutes, then took the spare yellow paper and a jar of rooster's blood from the Xumijia blue jade, and dipped the evil-killing pen into it to draw the talisman.
The Zombie King's explosive power is stronger than the current one, and he cannot directly confront the enemy head-on. Therefore, only by weakening the opponent through talismans can he be able to fight.
Corpse drop talisman.
Longyang Fire Talisman.
The corpse-killing curse.
Zhao Fan drew six copies of each, put the pen away in his pocket, and was able to cut it down to about 30%. Just in case, he contacted Shenxiu and asked him to drive Feng Qingcheng's car to the place on the outskirts of Fengtai. On the construction site, with the blessing of the Great Luo Wusheng Mantra, it is equivalent to double insurance.
When Zhao Fan went downstairs and passed the guard box, the night shift security guard greeted him: "Captain, are you going to spend the night?"
"Haha, if you have any spare money, just go hang out at an Internet cafe." Zhao Fan gave a prevaricating smile and walked to a place out of sight of the guard box. After waiting for five minutes, he caught a taxi and rushed to his destination.
When he arrived, Zhao Fan came to the wall of the small foreign building. Fearing that he would be noticed by the zombie emperor in the coffin inside the wall, he used the breath-containing technique and leaned there to wait.
At this point, no one is sleeping in the dormitory.
Soon, all the lights went out, and he waited for nearly an hour. Finally, just like last night, Xu Zhuang's wife walked towards this direction with a dull look and strange movements. Xu Zhuang followed her and she reached fifty. meters away.
After the woman climbed through the window, Zhao Fan went to Xu Zhuang's side.
"Master." Xu Zhuang asked respectfully, "When will it start?"
Zhao Fan nodded and said: "After the mummy is finished, it will be in its weak period. I am more sure."
"Okay..." Xu Zhuang felt depressed when he thought that his mother-in-law wanted to shock the coffin with evil and filthy things again.
After a while, two approaching car lights came on in the distance.
"Follow me." Zhao Fan knew that Shenxiu was coming, and at the same time greeted him, he ordered without looking back.
Xu Zhuang followed obediently.
The car stopped, and a big, barren head came into view first, "Tianshi born in the 1990s, why are you summoned late at night and I don't know why?"
"Monk born in the 1980s, there will be another fierce battle tonight." Zhao Fan said with a smile.
"Really? The poor monk needs to add something." Shenxiu jumped out of the car, pulled the trunk, and pulled out a bulging sack. After untying the punctures, he dumped meaty snacks on the floor.
As if there was a blood feud in his life, he grabbed a bag of pork knuckles, tore open the package and stuffed it inside.
Xu Zhuang was dumbfounded and thought that he was not a serious monk.
Zhao Fan was bored, so he picked up the melon seeds and talked about the unearthing of the Zombie Emperor while chewing them.
"Wucao, such a big dick?" Shenxiu's biting movements stopped for a moment, and he said: "When it comes to this thing, I have a shadow. I remember the zombie prince I fought against in the past was still in a mature stage. In the long run, we would have caught a cold due to the favorable terrain, otherwise we would have caught a cold."
"Yes." Zhao Fan sighed. At this time, his ears twitched and he looked in the direction of the small foreign-style building. Unexpectedly, there was... another woman's figure climbed through the window!
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