After class, Wu Zhiwen came to the park and practiced the "Dragon Tour Technique" for a while, feeling that although the true qi was condensed, the progress was very small. He watched the battle video that Ziyi had arranged for him on his mobile phone, there were boxing, free fighting, sanda and other competitions, and felt that it was meaningless, these things were too rough and immature for him, like two babies fighting. I was a little disappointed in my heart, and I really wanted to find some real masters to try and see what level the martial artists and immortal cultivators in this world were.

After dinner, I was walking down the street, looking left and right, all of them were ordinary people, and I couldn't help but feel proud.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he stared closely at a figure in front of him.

It was a tall Caucasian man dressed in plain jeans, a plaid shirt, and blonde hair with a small pigtail hanging down the back of his head. What interests Wu Zhiwen is that this guy actually has the breath of true qi in his body, and in terms of the amount of it contained, he is not inferior to himself, and he has a bloodthirsty breath all over his body. "This guy must also be a master of the qi level, maybe you can find him to practice!" Wu Zhiwen said secretly in his heart, he was itchy and scratchy, and he really wanted to find someone to try his hand and try how deep the water in this world was.

Wu Zhiwen had a feeling that this guy seemed to be going to do something, so he followed him from a distance. Seeing that the white man had gone for a ride, he beckoned a taxi and got in. Wu Zhiwen also quickly called a taxi and asked the driver to follow the car in front.

Soon after, the white man got out of the car outside the fence of a park. The white man turned over and entered the wall, and when Wu Zhiwen jumped into the wall, he was faced with a small forest, and the white man was gone. Wu Zhiwen was not in a hurry, he spared a circle along the park, and sure enough, he found something. The east and west sides of the park are just roads and ordinary buildings, but on the north side is a large lake, and on the opposite side of the lake is faintly the lights of several villas hidden in a green forest.

He walked around the lake and walked towards the villas. After walking for about half an hour, I was blocked by a gate, and there were three or four security guards lingering at the gate, apparently not allowing ordinary people to enter or exit.

At this time, it was already night, Wu Zhiwen turned along the wall to a place where there was no one, and easily climbed over.

The trees here are high and the forests are deep, and all kinds of valuable ornamental trees are regularly distributed, and five or six villas form a manor with deep winding paths. If an ordinary person suddenly appeared here, he would definitely get lost, but Wu Zhiwen found the main building very easily.

"Huh?" As soon as Wu Zhiwen arrived at the door of the main building, he found a strong smell of blood wafting in the air.

It is a Western-style villa about five stories high, and the hall is brightly lit, but there is not a single figure to be seen. Wu Zhiwen flashed in, and sure enough, the smell of blood was even stronger, and there were several men in suits lying on the clean and bright floor, with blood stains everywhere, and they were in a mess.

Wu Zhiwen went up the stairs to the second floor, and suddenly, a strong wind blew in his face.

A dark shadow stabbed him in the face with a dagger in his hand. The opponent's speed is not too fast, and it is clear that this person has not reached the realm of being angry. Wu Zhiwen stepped back and avoided the other party's attack, only then did he see that the other party was actually a woman in green clothes.

The woman's eyes were fierce, and when she saw that the blow missed, she rushed forward a little under her feet, and slashed the dagger straight to Wu Zhiwen's throat.

Wu Zhiwen stretched out his right hand and clamped her wrist hard. The current Wu Zhiwen has true qi in his body, which is far greater than the strength of this woman, and the woman's wrist cannot be withdrawn, but her left hand stretches out two fingers and hits his eyes.

"The reflexes are not bad, but the strength is too poor!"

Wu Zhiwen had a flash of thought in his mind, and with a forceful flick, he threw her off the stairs and fell straight into the hall on the first floor, but he used ingenuity to not hurt her, but he didn't let her hinder him again.

Wu Zhiwen shook his body, came to the second floor, and saw someone in a room, so he rushed in.

When he looked around, he saw four people in the room, two were standing, one was lying on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, obviously not lightly injured, and another person was sitting on the sofa with a blue face.

Among the two people standing, the white man he was following was suddenly among them, and at this time the package behind him was gone, and he was carrying a long Japanese-style knife on his back. The other person, one was a thin man wrapped in black clothes, even his face was covered by a black cloth, leaving only two eyes out, emitting a cold light.

The white man who was standing was staring at the middle-aged man on the sofa with a playful smile, but when he saw Wu Zhiwen enter the door, he turned his head, and his face suddenly looked a little unpleasant.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" asked the little man dressed in black. "He" was completely black, wearing clothes like sand and leather, his whole body was tightly wrapped, leaving only two holes in his eyes, and his clothes were flying, and he was fluttering, giving people a sense of unreality and illusion. Moreover, judging by the sound alone, you can't tell whether it's a man or a woman.

"Why are you here?" Wu Zhiwen said lightly.

"Looking for death!" The man's voice was even colder, and as soon as the words fell, he flew lightly and hit Wu Zhiwen.

When the strong wind hit his body, Wu Zhiwen saw what the weapon in "his" hand was, which was a pair of black barbs in the shape of plum blossoms, about a foot long, silent. Wu Zhiwen's heart sank, this kind of weapon is vicious and vicious, maybe there is quenching poison on it, he doesn't dare to be careless at all.

The black plum blossom barb, one takes him in the face and the other hits him in the abdomen. Wu Zhiwen could only retreat again and again, but the man in black was already very fast, and he couldn't strike a blow, and a little under his feet, like a maggot attached to the bone, quickly attacked. Although Wu Zhiwen retreated quickly, the plum blossom barb was only half a foot away from his front door. However, he did not panic in the slightest, and observed as he retreated. When he was about to exit the door, he suddenly slammed his feet, and his hands quickly attacked, grabbing the wrists of the man in black.

Just between this lightning and flint, in just a few microseconds, Wu Zhiwen was shocked in his heart, because he found that the other party's only naked eyes flashed with a playful light. "It's not good, he has a wrist guard on his wrist, and it may be highly poisonous!" As soon as Wu Zhiwen understood the key, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, because this body was just a mortal body, and if there were barbs and toxins on the wristband, he would be hit this time. "You still can't be too careless!" Wu Zhiwen smiled bitterly.

"Stop!" a lightning thought flashed through his mind, and time paused.

But this time, he didn't stop all the time, just paused for a fifth of a second. But it was enough for him to change direction with both hands, and with a "poof", he formed a fist with both hands and hit the opponent in the chest.

"Damn, it's a woman!" Wu Zhiwen sneered at the feeling of the tentacles, and the strength in his hand retracted a little.