Anping Road.
A blue Volvo slowly turned in and parked on the side of the road.
Xu Zongqi, whose hair was meticulously combed, closed the car door after getting out of the car, turned his head and looked around.
Not far behind him, another white Lavida stopped, less than ten meters away.
Nangong Yuanxiao, who was in the passenger seat of Lavida, saw that Xu Zongqi didn't notice it at all, and said to the driver next to him in surprise:
"This strange thing of yours is quite powerful. He didn't even notice us at such a close distance."
"of course."
Zhao Wuji's round, fair face showed a touch of pride:
“Although Zixu Jade is only a Yellow Pages-level rare item, its effect is no worse than that of the Red-coat level.
After wearing it, as long as you silently recite the name of the designated person, the other person will completely ignore the wearer and the objects within three meters around him.
Even though we are so close to him now, in his eyes, we are no different than pebbles on the roadside. "
Just as he was talking, he saw Xu Zongqi walking straight towards this side.
Nangong Yuanxiao's face was full of surprise.
Zhao Wuji was also very confused.
Then Xu Zongqi opened his zipper and pointed it at the passenger door——
Ziliu...
Ziliu...
Water splashed on the car windows.
The strong smell hit my face.
The muscles on Zhao Wuji's face were beating uncontrollably.
He tried to endure it for a few moments, but found that he really couldn't.
"I just washed the car!!"
Zhao Wuji turned around and was about to pounce on him, hitting him with an iron gate.
Next to him, Nangong Yuanxiao hugged his waist:
"Brother Zhao, forget it, it was an unintentional mistake. Please forgive him this time."
After persuading him for a full three minutes, he restrained Zhao Wuji, who almost went berserk on the spot.
Nangong Yuanxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that the smell in the car was a bit strong.
He held his breath and said to Zhao Wuji:
"Brother Zhao, they are leaving, let's follow him quickly."
Zhao Wuji calmly started the car.
Now the two of them could tell that Xu Zongqi parked on this remote road just for temporary convenience and not to meet anyone at all.
Fortunately, after this incident, the Volvo didn't drive for long and finally stopped again.
This time we stopped on a relatively lively road, with passers-by constantly coming and going.
Looking at Xu Zongqi who picked up the gift box and got out of the car, it was obvious that he had arrived at his destination.
However, when the other party passed by them, he seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and walked around slightly.
Zhao Wuji walked out of the car expressionlessly, staring at Xu Zongqi with eyes as sharp as swords.
Nangong Yuanxiao let go of her nose and took a deep breath, but she still felt that there was still a faint smell on her body... as if it had been soaked through.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at Xu Zongqi who was about to disappear at the fork in the road, he quickly said to Zhao Wuji:
"Brother Zhao, it's time for us to leave."
Zhao Wuji glanced at the light yellow car door, clenched his fists, and strode forward with a sullen face.
Turning into the fork in the road, you can see that the small road inside is more lively than outside.
Both sides of the road are full of migrant workers sitting on small stools.
If you don’t have a stool or chair, just use a helmet to prop your buttocks.
Everyone was carrying a plastic box or a fast food box, with a layer of rice on the bottom and piles of pork slices, braised eggplant, meatballs, fried hairtail and other various dishes. Miamia tasted delicious.
So much so that both of them seemed hungry while walking.
"It's 12 yuan a portion, and you can choose from thirty dishes. This food is really good. Let's get one here too later?"
Nangong Yuanxiao glanced at the menu of a nearby restaurant and suggested.
Zhao Wuji nodded, not forgetting to continue to follow Xu Zongqi who was walking in front.
And soon, Xu Zongqi was seen stopping in front of a stall.
He bowed and greeted a young man with a smile on his face.
The young man wearing a yellow knight uniform and holding a big basin smiled heartily, invited the other party to sit down, and treated him to a meal.
Xu Zongqi didn't refuse, pushed the gift box to the other party, and ran directly to the nearby fast food restaurant to choose dishes.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuji and Nangong Yuanxiao looked at each other for a moment.
They couldn't connect the young man with the person Xu Zongqi gave the gift to.
One of these two people is the senior leader of the Peace House. He holds great power, has extraordinary experience, and has a calm mind.
The other person looked almost like a normal person. Apart from having a bigger appetite and being a little handsome, there didn't seem to be anything particularly noteworthy about him.
"Perhaps the other party is accepting a gift for the master behind him?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the yellow knight unpacking the gift box on the spot, picking up the secret martial art in the wooden box, and opened it to read while eating.
Seeing this scene, neither Zhao Wuji nor Nangong Yuanxiao had any doubts about the identity of the real owner, and then they became extremely serious about it.
They would never look down upon the guy who could make Xu Zongqi willingly spend three red-clad rare items as gifts, even if the person was just a three-year-old child.
Not to mention that the young man is probably a secret warrior.
"Let me use my true martial arts eyes to find out your details!"
Nangong Yuanxiao stood up straight with a solemn expression.
Mystics are different from magicians and fusions. There are no obvious energy fluctuations on their bodies. At first glance, they are no different from ordinary people.
But the Mystic Warrior is an extraordinary profession after all.
If it was before the spiritual energy was revived, they might have limited strength. Let alone firearms, they could just grab a hand crossbow or something and kill them on the spot.
But with the arrival of the spiritual tide, all kinds of supernatural powers in the world revived, and the mystic warriors also had the possibility to break the shackles of the human body.
This also makes them look similar to ordinary people, but their actual combat capabilities are extremely terrifying. There are many practitioners killed by mystical warriors in history. There are even secret organizations that specialize in training mystical warriors into killers.
It's just that this kind of people are too rare, and inheritance and practice are difficult, so their reputation has not been known.
However, the outside world knows very little about the Mystic Warriors, but there are many ways to judge the strength within the Mystic Warriors.
The martial arts true eye is a frequently used method.
However, all mystic warriors will awaken their spiritual sense after breaking through the boundaries of the human body.
This kind of spiritual sense is very mysterious and can predict crises in battle, thereby avoiding the opponent's attacks in advance and reducing damage.
After reaching a certain level, the spiritual sense can be transformed into the true eye of martial arts, and further it can even be condensed into the will of martial arts.
Although Nangong Yuanxiao has not reached the realm of martial arts will, he has been condensing the martial arts true eye for three years.
The martial arts true eye can clearly see the distribution of energy and blood on the opponent's body and even the weak points of the attack, which is of great use in actual combat.
Outside of actual combat, with the True Eye of Martial Arts, one can judge the opponent's strength with incomparable clarity.
Nangong Yuanxiao accidentally met a secret warrior in Qinghu City, so naturally he would not come up to him in a hurry to ask for a fight, or act like a member of a noble family to overwhelm him.
However, it is inevitable to observe the details of the opponent with the true eye of martial arts.
Nangong Yuanxiao closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly.
There was only a vague white light flashing in his eyes. Through this white light, the whole world outside became very pale.
A lot of blood emerged among the paleness.
All the passers-by turned into scarlet humanoid blood balls.
Everyone has more or less Qi and blood.
The young man's whole body was completely blank, with only a trace of vitality and blood left. He was a dying old man.
More Qi and blood fill the whole body, especially the lower abdomen where the largest amount of Qi and blood accumulates. That is a young man with strong physique who can have erection seven times a night.
A little more, it was Zhao Wuji whose Qi and blood were as thick as pulp, so abundant that they were constantly escaping to the outside world.
A little more...
Nangong Yuanxiao saw a whole red sky.
It was the majestic blood that was churning endlessly and gathering like a sea.
Under it, there is a funnel-shaped red smoke column that is thousands of meters long.
The abundant energy and blood smoke continued to rise from below, pouring into the sea of crimson clouds above.
He lowered his head numbly and looked at the source of the blood and smoke.
Then he saw a terrible burning sun.
"Ah! Eyes! My eyes!!!"
Nangong Yuanxiao wailed miserably.
The corners of his eyes suddenly cracked and blood burst out.
The martial arts true eye was instantly burned to pieces by the terrifying energy and blood.
One cannot look directly at the sun.
The same is true in Mystic Warriors!
While Nangong Yuanxiao covered her eyes and screamed.
Opposite him, Su Mo, who was studying secret martial arts, also raised his head and looked surprised.
Hearing the other party's miserable cry, he couldn't help but stand up and asked carefully:
"Are you OK?"
Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the other party became even more frightened. While hurriedly retreating, he screamed like a little girl who encountered a robber:
"Don't come over! Don't come over!!"
While retreating in a panic, he accidentally missed his footing and fell to the ground. His head banged against the stone floor, which made people feel a headache.
But even so, he still rolled and crawled desperately to escape backwards, like a fish that landed on the shore, struggling crazily to escape from the chopping board.
Su Mo watched helplessly as he fell twice, did the splits once, hit a telephone pole with his head, knocked over a table and was covered in soup, and finally almost fell into a creek on the roadside before being helped away.
It wasn't until he was taken away that buzzing chatter came from the alley.
Xu Zongqi, who was finishing the dishes, looked at the other party's disappearing figure and asked in surprise:
"Which hospital is this mentally ill person from?"
Su Mo said helplessly:
“I just wanted to remind him that he was wearing his pants inside out, who knew he would react so badly?
That's all, I won't say anything if I encounter this kind of thing again. "
Su Mo shook his head and continued to study the secret martial arts without taking this little thing to heart.
Three hours later.
Qinghu Contemporary Guangming Hospital.
Ward No. 304.
Nangong Yuanxiao, wearing a white hospital gown, was lying on the hospital bed, with a circle of gauze wrapped around her head and her eyes covered.
Zao Wuji sat on the stool next to him, peeled an apple and handed it to him, with a vicissitude of tone:
"We've been busy for a long time and haven't had a bite of hot rice. Let's eat an apple to cushion our stomach."
Nangong Yuanxiao took the apple, her fingers still trembling slightly, as if she hadn't gotten over the previous shock at all.
Zhao Wuji said helplessly:
"You should explain to me clearly what happened. You look so frightened now. If you tell me, who will believe that you are from the Nangong family?"
It seemed that the name Nangong stimulated him.
After a while, Nangong Yuanxiao slowly exhaled, with a look of desolation and emotion:
"You are not a secret warrior, so you don't understand the shock that the scene just brought to me. In fact, let alone me, if anyone in the family came here, their performance would not be much better than mine. After all, it was [blood] The sea is turning over the sky] Ah.”
"A sea of blood turning the sky? What is that?"
Zhao Wuji asked with a frown.
Nangong Yuanxiao paused and explained in a solemn tone:
"We mystical warriors are different from you fusions and magicians. We pay more attention to cultivating ourselves and exploring our own potential.
Every time we upgrade, we are actually equivalent to a release of our own potential.
But the potential will not be released for no reason, which requires the secret warrior to have extremely huge energy and blood.
The more Qi and blood you have, the easier it is to break your own shackles and release the potential hidden deeper in your body.
Theoretically speaking, as long as we control enough Qi and blood, we can even improve endlessly.
This is a completely different path from that of you fusion people and magicians.
But this path also has its own problems.
First of all, it is very difficult to get started. You need to train your body to the limit of the human body, which is not something ordinary people can do.
Secondly, the level of the mystic warrior is relatively slow, unlike the magician who can level up as fast as a rocket.
Finally, the mystical warriors will also encounter their own bottlenecks.
Such bottlenecks generally fall into two categories.
One type is the inability to store a large enough amount of qi and blood.
The other type is those who are unable to control a large enough amount of Qi and blood.
I won’t explain it to you in detail.
As long as you know that mystical warriors who can solve these two bottlenecks will usually have Qi and blood abnormalities.
[The phenomenon of sea of blood turning the sky] is one of them. "
Speaking of this, Nangong Yuanxiao's expression became extremely complicated:
"I originally thought that the qi and blood phenomena recorded in historical materials were all used to deceive people, but I didn't expect that they actually appeared in front of me now, and the degree of condensation of qi and blood alone was enough to make my martial arts true eye collapse... …Who would dare to believe this kind of thing before experiencing it for themselves?”
Zhao Wuji had a rough idea of how strong that man was.
He picked up an apple from the bag and asked unwillingly:
"Then compared with our leader, which one is more powerful?"
"Your Majesty?"
Nangong Yuanxiao's expression suddenly became strange:
"I know that there are too few secret warriors in the world, so it is difficult for you to grasp their strength, but if you compare it with that senior, not to mention your commander, it is the one where your Peace House is stationed in the provincial capital. The number one position can never be his opponent!"
"Pfft" sound.
The apple in his hand exploded instantly.
His hands were full of juice and pulp, but Zhao Wuji was completely unaware of it, with a look of horror on his face.
Others may not know the strength of the leader in the provincial capital.
But as the powerful leader who has been in office for more than a year, how could he not know?
That leader is a genuine 8th level powerhouse!
