Kong Xianglin's fourth kick stopped in the air, he glanced at Brother Zhao, and then at Zhao Yanling, the three of them looked at each other, they never dreamed that this kid who came into the room and pretended to be forced for a long time would sit on the ground and roll around like a bullied child.

At this time, the black-haired attendant who was stunned by Kong Xianglin's outburst reacted, and hurriedly made a gesture to rush over, but before Kong Xianglin turned his head to deal with him, he shrank back by himself, shrinking and muttering: "I, I sue you, you, you, and you, you have a big deal, a big deal!" ”

So saying, he turned and ran out the door, ignoring his master and companions.

But who knows, when he was busy running out with his lame legs, he accidentally didn't see the road clearly, and his foot happened to trip on the sofa leg, and he fell directly into a.

Kong Xianglin let go of the crying young man, came to the black-haired follower, stepped on his back, stepped on his back, and said, "Don't leave yet, how good it would be to stay and continue to be arrogant for a while." ”

Saying that, Kong Xianglin squatted down and twisted his thin little arm backhand, and restrained him.

Kong Xianglin only remembered the pain in his back at this time, and couldn't help but sweat coldly on his forehead, and thanks to the subtlety of the Shen family's medicine, he didn't tear the wound when he exercised like this, otherwise he would have to recuperate for a few more days.

Brother Zhao stepped forward, knocked the black-haired follower unconscious with a knife, and gave Zhao Yanling another look, the latter nodded and knocked Huang Mao unconscious. Then he kicked the pretending youth, and I don't know what secret energy he used, the pretending young man immediately stopped crying and screamed like a pig.

"Oops, hey, grandpa spares his life, grandpa spares his life!" He didn't dare to pretend to be forced at this time, and begged for mercy.

"Bag!" Kong Xianglin sat down on the sofa and said with a pant of breath, he really didn't expect that this invincible second ancestor would be beaten and cried by him, and he cried his father and mother; was kicked by Brother Zhao, and he was so spineless.

Brother Zhao ignored the unconscious black-haired attendant next to him, nor the yellow hair that was knocked unconscious without pulling out his head, he only sat calmly in the corner of the hospital bed, lowered his head and asked the pretending young man, "Boy, what is your name?" ”

"Grandpa, oops, my own grandfather, haha...... Spare me! The pretending young man didn't answer Brother Zhao, just begged for mercy, and laughed weirdly from time to time, but his expression didn't smile at all, and he even laughed so much that he burst into tears.

"Do you want me to spare you?" Brother Zhao Gujing said without waves, "Then you can answer my question well, right?" What is your name? ”

"My name is Ye Shaoting, and I am the son of Ye Yunshan." Pretending to be a young man crying and smiling, it was easy to finish a sentence.

He is really the son of the Organization Minister of the Provincial Party Committee, in this case, if he still dares to pretend to be forced, it is estimated that Brother Zhao will make his life worse than death.

"What's going on today, who called you here?" Brother Zhao's interrogation was short, but it was straightforward.

"We were injured just now, and it was the third uncle who asked us to come to Mr. Shen Danhong for treatment, but Mr. Shen was not there, so we planned to stay in the Shen Family Hospital. But I didn't think about it, there were people in several high rooms, and the dog baby heard that the person who lived in the third room of Tianzi was from out of town, so he instigated me to drive you away and live in by myself. He pointed to the unconscious black-haired attendant on the ground and said, "Oh, the 'dog baby' is him, and the yellow hair is called 'called the donkey', and you will know what happened later." ”

Looking at their situation, you know that he said that he is probably true, since he didn't come to find fault on purpose, just a small punishment is enough, and he can't let him continue to suffer, so Brother Zhao withdrew his dark energy, pretending to force the young man to be amnesty, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube to tell all the things that happened before:

It turned out that the three of them came to Binjiang Immortal City today, intending to sign up for the cultivation level exam, but they didn't expect to meet another group of children from the same family who came to sign up. Outnumbered, Ye Shaoting and the others suffered a big loss, so he went back to find the third uncle Ye Yuntan, hoping that Ye Laosan could help him avenge him. In order to be able to heal his injuries in time and catch up with the cultivation level exam, Ye Yuntan had no choice but to write a note begging for someone, and asked them to take the note and go to the Shen Family Medical Center to find Mr. Shen Danhong for diagnosis and treatment. In the case that the exam is going to take place tomorrow, I am afraid that only his old man can rejuvenate himself and heal Ye Shaoting's injury in such a short period of time, so as not to miss the exam time.

"Oh, it's time for your cultivation world to take the level exam again?" Brother Zhao nodded and said, "But with the appearance of your kid, can you pass the guò level exam?" Brother Zhao couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, the Ye family is really no one, Ye Yuntan is famous for his foreign kung fu of the Ye family's fist, I'm afraid this Ye Shao hasn't even learned one-tenth.

"Ah, no," Ye Shaoting shook his head and said: "I didn't learn martial arts from the third uncle, I learned the spells of the auxiliary department, and the third uncle said that I still have a good chance to pass the one-star certification this time." ”

"Oh? What spell did you learn? Brother Zhao asked curiously.

The pretending young man hesitated, what kind of spell to practice in the cultivation world was his highest secret, and if it was known by the enemy, it would be easy for someone to use it for targeted calculations.

Seeing Kong Xianglin's tiger-like eyes looking at him, he pretended to force the young man to fight a cold war, gritted his teeth and said, "I learned talismans." ”

"Oh, runes?" Brother Zhao showed a puzzled expression and said, "There are not many cultivators who have learned talismans in these years. You plan to take the one-star test, which means that you must be able to refine at least one or three primary talismans, and ensure a success rate of at least 30% or more, have you done it? He knew that cultivating talismans required not only extraordinary perseverance and patience, but also the frustration of facing countless failed talismans, and the need to have enough wealth to cope with the huge expenses of talisman cultivation.

The young man who pretended to be forced to talk about his ability, immediately regained his invincible appearance, and said arrogantly: "That is, don't look at me until now I can only refine one kind of talisman, but I can guarantee a seventy percent success rate, the third uncle said that he can reach my level before the age of thirty, and he is considered a genius in the talisman maker's profession." ”

Kong Xianglin saw that he raised his little neck again, one by one, and when he saw it, he became angry, raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the neck, and said, "Speak well!" ”

The pretending young man seemed to be very afraid of Kong Xianglin, even more fearful than facing a bull like Brother Zhao who dominated Beiqinhai City. Kong Xianglin's voice was as strong as this, and he immediately said in silence: "Yes, yes, I'll say it well." ”

Kong Xianglin saw that his power was so useful, and he couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart, and said in his heart, this person is really bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, he beat him up, and spoke ill of him, but he was obedient. If you were to be yourself, I am afraid that even if you beat yourself to death, you will not grovel to anyone. It seems that his previous policy of doing things was still too easy-going, if he had reached out and beaten like this, and scolded when he opened his mouth, he might not have to be bullied.

He forgot, before getting the nourishment of the small water balloon, he didn't talk about beating others, even being beaten, because of his myopia, he couldn't see other people's punches clearly, and he couldn't avoid the vital point, although he was not small, but he was beaten down by someone after three times and five divided by two, how to bully others?

"It's really very high, but it's a pity that you can only refine one kind of talisman, if you can refine three or four kinds and ensure such a high success rate, then I'm afraid you will immediately become a talent for all parties to compete for." Brother Zhao praised the pretending young man pertinently, "However, I remember that the last level exam in the cultivation world seemed to have been held only half a year ago, why was it held again after half a year, it was really too frequent." ”

The pretending young man doesn't seem to know much about the things at the top: "I don't know about this, but these days, I've been listening to the master say some strange things, what is going to change, what tells me not to spare the merit points at hand, and buy more things for self-preservation." I always felt as if something big was going to happen. ”

"Oh, your master? Since you don't have the boxing techniques that have been passed down by scholars, who is your master? Brother Zhao asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't say this, if I do, Master will have to kill me, I can't say it, I definitely can't say it." The young man who pretended to be forced said as if he saw the master exerting power on him.

"Then you can sleep for a while!" Seeing that the young man was resolute and asked everything he wanted to know, the old man was not going to ask anything. I saw that his eyes suddenly widened, and the cold light in his eyes was victorious, and he pretended to force the young man to see the light in the old man's eyes, and suddenly drew circles in his eyes and fainted to the ground.

The old man and the gorgeous woman glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts and solemn expressions in each other's eyes.

Kong Xianglin didn't know anything about what the pretending young man said, so he asked curiously: "Old Zhao, why do you have such an expression, could it be that what he said is very strict?" ”

Brother Zhao raised his eyebrows, glanced at Kong Xianglin, and said, "Tell you about this, it's not a rumor, after all, you are now also a member of our Abilities." ”

Kong Xianglin waited for his next step.

"Have you heard of the Cultivators' Guild and the Psychic Association?" I only heard Brother Zhao ask slowly.

"No, even the name was only heard from you today." Kong Xianglin replied truthfully.

"In this world, there are many strong people who are much stronger than ordinary people, and some of these strong people are born different from ordinary people and have special abilities; And part of it is due to the special system, which can become strong through certain special practices. Those of us who are born with special abilities are called supernatural beings; And those who have become strong through cultivation are called cultivators.

Abilities are different from cultivators, and the abilities of those who are capable come from themselves, which are varied and strange, and their abilities mainly depend on the strength of their spiritual power; Practitioners, on the other hand, are very different, they mainly practice the routines that have been summarized by their predecessors for thousands of years, including Western magic and combat skills, as well as Eastern spells and martial arts. Their ability comes from long-term practice and practice, and the deeper the mana and power, the stronger the ability. ”

After World War II, when peace was restored to the world, cultivators and supernatural beings from all over the world who had fought endlessly in the war gathered together and established two associations, one was the Association of Cultivators who became strong through cultivation, and the other was the Association of Extraordinary Abilities established by people with special abilities to integrate and manage these powerful people who were different from ordinary people.

Up to now, these two associations have the power to transcend national borders, and once the power held by any of them breaks out, it is not necessary to subvert a big country like China, and it is easy to destroy one or two small countries.

The two associations are not united, and due to their natural differences, the people of the two associations do not like each other. On the surface, everyone coexists in harmony, but there are so many resources in the world, you get it, and others don't have it, so the struggle between the two associations in the secret has not stopped for a moment. Generally speaking, except for the two associations in China that get along fairly well, the two associations in other places have long been inseparable. Even if I am in Huaxia, although there is an immortal city co-founded by two associations in major cities, the two associations are also intrigued, and they are always wary of each other.

Kong Xianglin's heart was like this, and he secretly wondered, should he be regarded as a supernatural or a cultivator? According to what the old man said, he seems to be regarded as a miracle person, but compared to pretending to be a young man, his small water balloon is issued by chanting a spell, which seems to be a kind of spell, so it seems that he should be counted as a cultivator.

But he didn't want to dwell on this issue, it didn't matter what his abilities were, he didn't know them, and he didn't plan to intervene in their conflicts.

But as soon as he thought of this, the old man's words almost didn't make him sit down and fall: "I will bring you to the Immortal City, treating your injuries is one thing, in fact, I mainly plan to lead you to join the Association of Strangers." ”