Immortals, monsters, supermen, iron man, captains?

Zhao Yuanyuan's brain was a mess, and countless demon gods and superheroes were running in her mind.

The scene that just happened was too subversive of her common sense and three views, and the scene that she had only seen in movies and television before appeared vividly in front of her eyes, and the spiritual impact on the round-faced girl can be imagined.

In fact, Zuo Yi's punch didn't even exert one percent of his strength, if he didn't want the wreckage to fall down and hurt the people lying on the ground, he would have been able to blow up this gunship in the air with a little more force.

And not just crashing.

But Zhao Yuanyuan still felt extremely shocked, looking at the flames burning in front of her, she even felt that her body was beating faster and her blood was surging, something was about to gush out!

"Uncle..."

The round-faced girl blushed and asked, "Are you a cultivator?"

Cultivators?

Zuo Yi smiled dumbly, shook his head and said, "No,"

"Uh..."

Zhao Yuanyuan covered his hot face, feeling that his problem was a little embarrassing.

But her eyes quickly widened: "Ahhhh

The gunship shot down by Zuo Yi was filled with fuel, so the fire was quite large, igniting the trees on the mountainside.

Zuo Yi also noticed this problem, he bent his legs and jumped high and high, jumped into the air where the gunship fell between breaths, and then slammed it down with a punch.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the burning helicopter was like a 10-million-ton hammer that bombarded violently, the body instantly turned into powder, and a huge crater was blasted out of the mountain at the same time.

The surrounding bushes that were on fire were also suppressed and annihilated by the powerful and incomparable fist!

There were only a few wisps of smoke, proving that a fire had just broken out here.

Zuo Yi extinguished the fire with a punch, and then turned back in the air and fell back to his original position.

Up to five seconds before and after!

Zhao Yuanyuan: (⊙_⊙)b

Zuo Yi smiled, sat down in the chair again, and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Uncle. ”

Zhao Yuanyuan finally came back to her senses, she held her chin in fists with both hands, and asked with bright eyes, "How did you do it? Are you really not an immortal?"

At this moment, the round-faced girl has been transformed into a curious baby.

Zuo Yi smiled and said, "We are called transcendentals. ”

Zhao Yuanyuan has the talent of a transcendent, but he has not yet awakened, so Zuo Yi doesn't mind revealing some secrets of this world to her.

"The Transcendent..."

The round-faced girl muttered a repeat, and then asked, "Uncle, are there many transcendents like you?"

"There are a lot of transcendentals. ”

Zuo Yi patiently explained: "The owner of this witch temple is also a transcendent being. ”

The night is long, and it is not too boring to have someone to chat with.

As time passed, more and more people who had taken refuge came to the Wushen Temple, and in addition to the Great Xia diaspora, there were actually many people from other countries.

Zuo Yi inquired about it, and learned that most of these people were friends or even relatives of the local Daxia expatriate, and after learning the news, he was worried that something would happen, so he ran over together.

For these unexpected people, Zuo Yi did not turn them away, and let everyone go inside to rest.

And the members of the scientific expedition team and tourists who were unconscious in the temple before also woke up one after another.

Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't ask Zuo Yi about the secrets of the transcendent anymore, and hurriedly went over to meet his classmates and teachers to explain the current situation to everyone.

This round-faced girl with quite thick nerves also comforted the teacher and classmates who had just woken up and were panicked.

But those who come from foreign countries are a bit of a problem.

"Annie!"

A middle-aged man with a big nose yelled, "Where did you hide my wife?"

He was very excited, waving his arms and looking crazy: "Annie!"

The people around were so frightened that they fled one after another.

And the middle-aged man's emotions also infected some other tourists, who looked left and right in panic, looking for the figure of their relatives, and when the search was fruitless, they also became excited.

"Oh God!"

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Please, help find my child!"

"I'm getting out of here!"

"Quiet!"

Seeing that the situation at the scene was a little out of control, Zuo Yi stood in front of the temple and shouted in a deep voice in English: "This is the safest place in Thyssen City now, if anyone wants to leave, then I will not stop him, but I will not guarantee his safety!"

He released a hint of spiritual deterrence as he issued the warning, and the temple became very quiet in an instant, although many people still had a worried look on their faces, but at least there was no more panic and noise.

Zuo Yi continued: "If your relatives and companions are not here, then it is impossible to find them in other places, the culprit has been killed by me, and his body is on it. ”

Zuo Yi stretched out his hand and pointed to the altar standing in the center of the blood pool: "Let's mourn and change." ”

Some of the tourists who did not find relatives and friends suddenly showed desperate looks, and some began to cry.

"No!"

The middle-aged man who had lost his wife roared, "I don't believe it, you're lying to me, you must have taken Annie..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

"He's fine. ”

Zuo Yi said lightly: "He just needs to sleep again, now if any of you want to leave, you can go, if you are willing to stay, please keep order and quiet, the rescue force is on the way." ”

Everyone in the temple was silent, everyone looked at each other, but no one chose to leave.

They can only choose to believe in Zuo Yi instead of running out and taking risks.

And Zuo Yi's mysterious method of silently making the middle-aged man unconscious just now also made them awe-inspired.

"Uncle. ”

Zhao Yuanyuan ran over and whispered, "You are so handsome!"

The round-faced girl has now reached the level of worship of Zuo Yi and has become a little fan girl of idols.

Zuo Yi smiled.

But the next moment, he frowned.

Outside, the rotors of a helicopter could be heard again, and sirens could be faintly heard in the distance.

Zuo Yi immediately returned to the ladder.

I saw that at the foot of Longe Mountain, a large number of military policemen appeared on the square in front of the ladder, as well as dozens of police cars and armored vehicles, and hundreds of heavily armed soldiers had just rushed up the ladder.

In the sky, two new gunships were circling back and forth, but they didn't dare to get too close to the Witch Temple.

The army of the governor of Lanta Province, Bai Teni, has finally appeared!

They're coming fast.

These local warlords on one side of the division have no way to compare with the real powerful army in terms of military quality and combat effectiveness, and the military base stationed in Tysen is on the other side of the city.

Seeing such a scene, Zuo Yi took out the Red Dragon Sword that had previously killed the bull-headed troll without thinking, and slammed it down at the ladder below!

The moment the heavy sword appeared, blazing flames surged out from the sword body, and a crimson sword qi pierced a distance of hundreds of meters in an instant, slashing heavily on the heavenly ladder.

In the next moment, in the middle of this ladder paved with thousands of tons of blue-striped stones, there was a huge sword mark up to one meter deep, and all the broken parts of the rock that had been cut open showed signs of melting!

Rumble!

The whole mountain is shaking, and countless mud and rocks are rolling down, as if the end of the world is coming!

Such a horrific scene frightened the native soldiers who had just rushed up the ladder, some of them fell on the steps in embarrassment, some let out a cry of fear, some turned their heads and ran, and some dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

Pray for forgiveness from the witch gods!

The square in front of the ladder was also in chaos, and the two gunships in the air immediately turned around and widened the distance between the Wushen Palace.

Zuo Yi stood with his sword in his hand, looking down at the chaotic mountain with sharp eyes.

This sword just now was just a warning, if the other party didn't understand the meaning and wanted to rush up, then no matter how many people came, Zuo Yi would let them know what a person was a saint knight who had been a million troops!

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