Chapter 585: The Racial System

When he was nine years old, he studied art, and he didn't have much practical experience, and his talent had already crushed more than half of Xia Guo.

At this time, frightened birds are flying, and the sun is sinking. Before she could see the enemy, she reacted most correctly: with a quick step, the whole person jumped into the air and flipped backwards like a clever kite.

The thick body with a huge pi immediately became a natural barrier.

As soon as she landed, her footing was unstable, and the air suddenly cracked, as if a large-caliber ultra-high-strength howitzer was being fired from a distance.

Her little face was tight, and her toes took advantage of the situation, pulling back a few feet, and then hearing a bang!

The huge body erupted like a small mountain without warning, and the powerful shockwave continued to sweep forward, slamming into her chest and abdomen.

Burst!

Jiu Ru spurted blood from his mouth, and his small body fell into the air, and the unbearable pain washed over his whole body like a tide. She rolled over in the air, but her consciousness was very clear, and she carefully judged the injury.

Several broken bones, one by one cut into the internal organs, severe bleeding, basically lost combat effectiveness ...

After a while, the feeling of landing hard did not come, but fell into a warm embrace. She barely raised her eyes, but she was a young lady in the mountains. She is usually gentle and considerate and very popular.

Whoosh. Several disciples of the secret guard also flew out one after another, both surprised and angry. They didn't expect that someone would dare to do it in Baicheng, and what they didn't expect was that the target was Jiuru!

Who leaked the news? Who is on the other side???

Of course, now is not the time to think about these, and several disciples use their own killers at the same time. In an instant, thunder and lightning were intertwined, golden light was shining, and the wooden vines were towering and entangled, mixed with the roar of spirit beasts.

My sister didn't even look at it. She left with Jiuru. At this moment, we cannot be filled with blood. Going back to the mountains and asking for help is the right way to go.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ahh Ah......h

Loud explosions and screams were heard behind him, including one of his best friends. She didn't dare look back. Trying to calm herself down, she made the decision to fly by land, bypassing the battlefield and running towards the mountains.

"Shout!"

After running for a while, the back of the car suddenly stopped crying, and the cold breath blew straight to the back of the heart. My sister struggled to send Jiuru forward and drew her sword...

Bang.

The body hangs in midair, the delicate chest is pierced by life, and behind the heart, is a troll-like fist made of five thick fingers folded!

"Sister!"

Jiuru rolled a few times, and as soon as he swept this scene, he immediately cried heartbreakingly.

All this just now, just a few breaths of effort, the speed is fast enough to make it difficult to respond, it is already bloodstained. But in the dense forest, Qiu's branches swayed, and the last man appeared.

"Who are you?"

She grabbed her little hand, gritted her teeth, and asked, regretting it in her heart. In order to sneak out and complete the animal hunting ritual, she left her self-defense and induction jade pendant on the mountain...

Men shouldn't, and never seem to have imagined, that progress would go so smoothly. He looked at the little girl with a little strange surprise, and sure enough, this flesh and blood qualification alone can be called talent.

After that, he got angry again. Why can humans do this?!!!

He clenched his fists and flew forward. Petite cuddly heads are the perfect target.

Nine as inevitable, some scared, some unwilling, some confused... He only refused to close his eyes and wait for death, holding his sword, desperately trying to stab.

Oh!

The gale came in an instant, the skin was cut like a knife, and the fists were getting bigger and bigger in the pupils, kung fu!

A jade flute stretched out out of nowhere pointed at the front of the fist, making a clear metallic sound. After that, Xiao Yu followed, quickly pushed the other party away, and stretched out a slender hand...

Gollum.

A circle of bubbles appears in the void. A delicate young man with black hair and long clothes landed lightly on the ground, holding a flute in his hand.

"Brother Jin Cicada!"

When Jiuru saw him, his heart moved.

"Adjust interest rates quickly!"

Jin Cicada has played with pills in the past and is also suspicious. It would have been a light-hearted play. I don't want to bump into it. What shocked me even more was that when I first met each other, I felt some kind of connection.

The men felt the same way, looked at each other suspiciously, and suddenly showed a strange smile: "You're not human, you're a monster?"

"Who the hell are you?"

Jin Cicada stepped forward, her heart pounding.

"Hahaha, you're a monster!"

The man's eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, and he burst out laughing. He seems to see the most interesting things in the world. "A strange creature that sacrificed itself to protect humanity, hahahaha!"

His murder was completely eliminated, and apparently he was more interested in the appearance of the golden cicada.

The golden cicada stared at him, angry and inexplicable, or used anger to hide his uneasiness.

Before.

The air erupted suddenly, and a sharp force of air that reached its limit was directed directly at the opposite door.

The man snorted coldly, unable to avoid it. He didn't shy away from it at all. Taking advantage of the brief pain he suffered, he accurately captured his opponent's trajectory and struck him hard with his fists.

They are two extremes altogether, one extremely fast and the other extremely difficult. They played several rounds and did not win or lose. The man was rather impatient and said, "I don't want to fight you, or do you think I really can't hurt her?"

The shadow flashed, and the golden cicada returned to its original position.

The Jiuru in the back takes the pill, and it is to close his eyes and breathe - if this person insists on attacking, it is difficult to maintain a full range, one blow, just one blow, he can kill Jiuru.

"What the hell do you want to do?" asked Jin Cicada in a deep voice.

"I'm here for no purpose, just to find an opportunity to cause some trouble for these arrogant guys. However, I met you. Haha, I just want to talk to you right now. ”

"We have nothing to talk about. ”

Jin Cicada's attitude was cold and hard. The man ignored this and smiled, "You're not like me. You seem to be affected very little. May I ask why?"

As soon as this sentence came out, we basically recognized each other's identities.

About six years ago, when Jin Chan and Long Qiu returned from the Great Snow Mountain, he found that he had changed a lot. The first is that the power of the fascination has grown to an alarming degree.

This is followed by an uncontrollable thirst for knowledge and the ability to learn, as if being curious about everything and knowing a thing or two about everything.

Finally, there is a change of thought, whether an intelligent life has a change in thought, it must be counted. As it grows day by day, the brain gradually generates more and more confusing thoughts and from time to time the urge to accomplish these things.

I was completely intrigued, but only vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

For a long time, Jin Cicada has relied on reading and comprehension, cultivation, and communication with Long Qiu to try to suppress those crazy thoughts