The street-lit street.

Who are you?

This dark shadow can actually speak?

Han Dong's brows furrowed slightly, and his right foot stopped in mid-air, uncertain, but it was still difficult to see the true face of the black shadow.

The dim light, flickering and flickering, shone on the form of a black shadow, it seemed to be humanoid, but Han Dong could only be regarded as deaf and clear, and it was difficult to see clearly in such a dim light.

After a moment.

Han Dong only hesitated for a second, then stepped forward, his right fist raised high, like a suspended raindrop hanging high in the sky, and instantly smashed to the ground!

Fall without regrets!

Smash it all the way down!

The essence of the technique of the Stormfall was triggered in an instant!!

Han Dong pounced on the black shadow, his right fist carried the whistling wind, and knocked the black shadow away on the spot: "It doesn't matter what you are, show me your true face first!"

Boom!!

This smashing punch, which has the meaning of art, is even comparable to a speeding car, colliding with the black shadow in an instant, and repelling it devastatingly.

Burst!

The black shadow screamed again, and was smashed two or three meters away, hitting a tree on the inside of the road.

"What is this?"

"This is the real thing?"

The black shadow ripped off the pitch-black mask, revealing a withered yellow face, and shouted like a ghost crying wolf: "You and I have no grudges in the past, and no enemies in the near future, who are you, what do you want to do!"

At this moment, Han Dong finally saw the true face of the black shadow.

The dim light illuminated the dark shadow, and it was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes and pants, and he was also wearing a black mask and a cloth hat.

"Who are you?" Han Dong said coldly, "Why are you lying on the tree?"

The middle-aged man with a blue face shouted frantically: "This road belongs to you? I want to lie on the branch, what does it have to do with you?"

Anyway.

He snorted coldly, clasped his arms, and walked to the right, about to leave.

"Wait!"

Han Dong took a step forward.

The middle-aged man asked in a cold voice, "What? What do you want to do in broad daylight?"

Boom.

Han Dong reached the heel of his left foot and approached the middle-aged man: "You are sneakily lying on the tree, if I didn't knock you down, who knows what your intentions are? Besides, ordinary people can't withstand my two punches, what the hell are you?"

"Or—"

"Are you human, or are you one of those things?"

Bah!

The middle-aged man spat blood and spit, and said coldly: "Okay, very good, it turns out that you also took over the exploration mission? ”

Han Dong squinted his eyes: "I'm asking you, what are you?"

The middle-aged man laughed angrily: "What am I, you don't know in your own heart? Don't think that you are stronger, so you are unscrupulous!"

Boom!

Han Dong stepped on his right foot, and the street bricks on which he stepped trembled slightly, giving rise to loose gaps, followed by a punch towards the middle-aged man.

The punch didn't make sense.

But the middle-aged man's arms flung from back to front, as if he had thrown out a pair of iron whips, and there was a black mist flowing on his arms, which was strange and indescribable, like gauze that hindered the strength, barely blocking Han Dong's punch.

"Stop!"

"I'm a martial arts practitioner, and it's not allowed to attack each other during the investigation mission, do you want to disobey the iron law!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he almost became hysterical.

Black fog?

Han Dong's eyes flashed, and he took the opportunity to scan the surroundings, and asked by the way, "How to prove it?"

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "How do you want me to prove it? I'm not one of those things, can I be fake?"

Between the words, a chill is revealed.

Han Dong squinted his eyes, tilted his head, and said lightly: "Oh, then how do you prove that you are human?"

His emotions gradually tumbled, like an undercurrent under the quiet mirror lake, turbulent flowing, about to explode.

The black mist on the arms of the middle-aged man in front of him was quite similar to the demons and monsters in his memories in his previous life, so no matter how the middle-aged man argued, his suspicions could not be dispelled.

“......”

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and his face twitched twice.

Goo-dong.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, could it be that the young man in front of him was a fledgling who had just entered the world of martial arts, and he still didn't know the specific situation of demons and ghosts?

So here's the problem.

How does he prove that he is human?

"I, I'm really human, not those things. But how can this be proven? You want me to prove it to you? I am a human being!" the middle-aged man snorted, his face full of madness.

"Can't prove it?"

Han Dong sneered, stepped forward with his right foot, and hit it out: "Then you better fall for me first, and then say anything else!"

Bang bang bang!

Han Dong punched three times in a row, just like a cheetah attack, not giving the middle-aged man the slightest chance to escape, and even more so that the middle-aged man's arm trembled and was abnormally swollen.

Go to pieces!

There is a collapse in my heart!

The middle-aged man wanted to cry without tears and tried to defend himself...... I am a human being, and I don't have a certificate when I am born, so where can I prove it to you?

"Run first!"

"What you can't prove, you want me to prove?"

With a certain thought, the middle-aged man made a false move in an instant, and a black mist rose between his arms, as if gauze offset some of Han Dong's strength.

Cold ice flashed in Han Dong's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, his right arm stepped back, making a semi-circular arc along the curve, and the wind was loud, pumping towards the middle-aged man's side to prevent him from escaping.

Bang bang bang!

The fists and feet collided with each other, and it was extremely intense.

The middle-aged man retreated again and again, the black mist between his arms gradually thinned, as if he was exhausted, and his face was even more iron-blue, he couldn't beat the inexplicable young man in front of him?

The power gap is huge.

The strength in Han Dong's body is too strong and majestic, like indestructible steel.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, slammed his left foot into the ground, overturning a handful of dirt and rocks, and his right foot rubbed against the ground and slid half a meter, jumping towards the street like a rabbit, trying to escape.

"Take my punch!"

Han Dong secretly sighed in his heart, and the center of gravity that was about to pounce in front suddenly swung away, relying on the cooperation of his waist and legs, and chased after him like a lightning shot.

Beat!

Han Dong's right fist was raised high, as if a rainstorm had smashed down the earth, and his body was slightly raised, and he punched the middle-aged man!

"The wind!

The middle-aged man noticed the movement behind him, and his heart was awe-inspiring, and he immediately turned around, and his center of gravity fell downward, wanting to block the punch.

But this punch has the meaning of skill!

"Technique!"

The middle-aged man's face changed wildly, and he couldn't dodge it at all, watching this punch easily break up his arm defense, and then a kick hit him directly...... The stomach cramps are incomparable, and the eyes are also dark.

Boom.

Han Dong's left foot was like a tiger out of the cage, kicking on the soft belly of the middle-aged man, kicking him to fly five or six meters, and fell heavily on the street.

Poof.

The middle-aged man fell on the street, his head was dazed and dizzy.

"You!"

"You, you, you!"

The middle-aged man barely supported his body, pointing at Han Dong, his face was distorted to the point of deformation, and it contained strong sadness and anger, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

Grievance!

It's just aggrieved to the extreme!

"To add sin, ho, ho, ho!"

He shouted in a trembling voice, then rolled his eyes.

The body was hit violently, coupled with the extremely aggrieved and tearless sense of grief and indignation, and he fainted on the spot, and the back of his head fell to the ground, bounced up slightly, and finally landed on the asphalt.

"Whew. ”

Han Dong gasped twice, his eyes flashing with doubt.

Did you really make a mistake?

But.

Since this middle-aged man can't prove that he is a human being, and there is evidence of a strange black fog, even if he makes a mistake, he is not to blame.

Thinking of this, Han Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, felt comfortable, and couldn't help but sigh to himself, reading books on self-cultivation day and night was really beneficial.

Books are the source of spiritual progress.

Whew.

The warm summer breeze blows through the streets, and occasionally a few street lamps flicker.

Unlike before, there was a middle-aged man lying on the ground on the street, Han Dong glanced left and right, took out his mobile phone, and sent a video invitation to Ning Moli: "Call Shizun and ask about the situation." ”

Soon.

Video on.

Ning Moli left the old face and appeared on the screen: "What's the matter?"

"Master, please see. ”

Han Dong held his mobile phone, took pictures of the scene, and described the situation just now in detail, waiting for the master's answer.

on-screen.

Ning Moli smiled, obviously praising the apprentice's behavior: "You did the right thing, since he can't prove that he is a human being, then give him a beating first, the right way of thinking, and not in vain for the teacher's painstaking teaching these days." ”

Han Dong couldn't help but say, "Master, is he a human being?"

Ning Mo nodded his head and said lightly: "The shape of the demon is weird, the ghost is formless and substantial, he is obviously a person." That black mist should be the most clumsy technique. ”

“......”

Han Dong was speechless.

Since he made a mistake, why is the master still praising himself? What kind of Qingqi way of thinking is this?

Ning Mo departed: "There are countless dangers in the martial arts world, and the teacher was originally worried about your serious lack of decisiveness and meticulousness, but now he is relieved, and he would rather kill the wrong person than let it go." ”

"But you're still making mistakes, and you're not perfect. ”

The old voice, pure teachings, implied a sense of gentleness and affinity: "The best plan is very simple, that is, you kill him first, and then consult him as a teacher." ”

Anyway.

Ding dong.

The WeChat video hung up, leaving only Han Dong, who was messy in the wind, with a stunned face.