On the wide, empty road, the air flow is flowing backwards in a disordered manner.

From here, the sea breeze began to change direction, and two powerful auras were raging wildly.

In this small world, flowers and trees are being swept by the wind.

This is the field of spiritual power.

Potentials are being developed, and mental power thresholds are rising.

The figures of the two are as fast as ghosts, colliding again and again, flashing back again and again, and the temperature is constantly increasing between the staggered time.

Zhang Wen panted and took the flute that Mu Xia was calling on, the short black dagger in his hand was already broken at this time, this was a personal weapon that he had forged for a long time, and it had added his spiritual power, but it had become so fragile in front of the magic flute.

Fine beads of sweat secreted from Mu Xia's forehead, but they were quickly sucked dry by the wind, his muscles turned blood-red, and there were many traces of damage on his clothes, which were dried by the dagger.

His contempt was almost put away at this time, and Zhang Wen's strength could not be underestimated.

Zhang Wen's situation was also very embarrassing, there were many bruises on his arms, the magic flute was used as a short stick in Mu Xia's hands, and the mysterious stick method made him unable to defend against it, even if he tried his best to defend, but he still suffered a lot of stick blows, even if he used a short dagger to defend, but the shock from his wrist was not good.

Finally, in a fierce collision, the two were repelled by each other, separated by more than ten meters.

"Huhu ......" Mu Xia gasped, and the fatigue brought by his high mental strength was like a mountain pressing on him.

Zhang Wen's face was flushed, and his eyes were sharply bloodshot, like a bloodthirsty leopard.

Suddenly, several blue-purple filaments of light faintly appeared on Zhang Wen's fingers, appearing and disappearing, accompanied by a subtle sound of electricity.

"You're ruthless, young man. Zhang Wen looked at him, but unfortunately there was always a time when the battle would end......

He didn't expect that the person in front of him who used the magic flute was so strong, and this kind of majestic spiritual power was simply not like something that only a person of this age could have.

Mu Xia was the same, he hadn't encountered such a hearty battle for a long time, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

If you want to break through your limits, you need to constantly fight with stronger people, only then can the strength break through the shackles of the body and develop your potential to the fullest.

The wind and waves gathered under his feet and became a small whirlwind, and his white T-shirt was whirling wildly.

The flute was crossed in front of his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The master of excitement and desire awakens at this moment, the ancient demon god is resurrected, the light of the sky instantly becomes dim, the ancient summoning brings the power of the devil, and the divine consciousness continues to gather and disperse.

Exhilaration, motivation, desire, hunger.

Looking at Zhang Wen again, the thunder and lightning in his hands have been entangled, from the small thunder wire at the beginning, to a strong current, dazzling.

This is the result of the development of a super-strong potential, and after a certain threshold, non-human abilities will be acquired.

That's it...... End the battle!" Zhang Wen thought to himself.

However, just as he was about to launch an offensive and trigger the thunder and lightning, the figure of Mu Xia on the opposite side became inexplicably blurred, and from a distance, his body was shrouded in a layer of black gas.

What kind of strange trick is this?

Zhang Wen couldn't think too much, the thunder and lightning in his hand dragged the thunder light, and he rushed towards Mu Xia like a lightning speed.

"Shh

Closer, closer!

Mu Xia was still standing there motionless, the flute was clearly horizontal to his mouth, but there was no sound at all, just like a wooden man.

The devil has awakened, the ancient emperor is roaring, and the descended king will destroy everything with his hand.

Fear is spreading!

What's going on? How can there be an inexplicable sense of fear?

......

The traces of the battle were left on the ground, a hole the size of a truck appeared in the middle of the road, and all the surrounding vegetation had been uprooted and scattered on the road, leaving many burn marks on the railings, and the silver-white iron railings were now black.

The air was dry, and there was a mushy smell wafting through it.

The man of small stature was hunched back, and his old face was full of mixed emotions.

"Lao Chen, can you do it?" Uncle Qin stood aside.

The two of them stood on the road and looked down at the pothole, the soil inside the hole was very dry, and it was supposed that some kind of high-temperature energy had sucked up the water.

"This kind of injury is still a collision of mental power, even if it is me, I am not sure that it will be completely healed. ”

The boy was lying in the pit, his clothes were ragged, a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth slid down his face to the root behind his ears, his whole body was red, and the blood vessels hidden under the skin were like spider webs all over his body, and his chest was rising and falling wildly, just like a person after high-intensity exercise.

Uncle Qin let out a long sigh.

He jumped down the hole with great skill, reaching out to touch the boy, but was startled by the terrifying heat on him.

"!" Uncle Qin withdrew his hand and looked at Lao Chen above in surprise, Lao Chen's expression was serious, and he hadn't moved yet.

"What's the situation?" said Lao Chen, frowning.

"This kid is a little scary. Uncle Qin said, "It's not the temperature of the human body, it's the result of too much potential development, his divine consciousness is in an unconscious state, if you don't save him, he may die in a while!"

Lao Chen jumped down, hurriedly stepped forward, and grabbed Mu Xia's wrist.

"Sure enough!" Lao Chen exclaimed, "This guy is playing with his life!"

"Only you can save him!" Uncle Qin also changed his previous cynical attitude, "Speed!"

Lao Chen tried to calm himself down, rubbing his hands together.

He hadn't encountered this situation in Mu Xia for a long time, even if he used his ability to "return to the sky", he might not be able to say how effective it would be, everything just depends on luck!

He closed his eyes, and rare abilities began to unleash.

A bright green light was blooming on his hand, and the gentle light touched Mu Xia's body through Lao Chen's hand.

Uncle Qin watched nervously from the side.

This time it took a long time to heal, and beads of sweat secreted from Lao Chen's forehead, and his slightly dark face became slightly trembling.

After a while, finally, under the effect of Lao Chen's ability, the beating of Mu Xia's chest began to slow down and tend to normal, and the terrifying blood color on his body was slowly becoming lighter, and the protruding blood vessels slowly crept down from the skin.

"Whew-" Lao Chen opened his eyes and immediately exhaled a cloudy breath.

He didn't want to touch this injury a second time, and it almost drained his mental energy.

"How is it?" Uncle Qin hurriedly asked.

Lao Chen sat on the ground as if he had collapsed, nodded slightly, and his voice was so small that he was almost inaudible: "It's not ten days and half a month, he doesn't want to get out of bed." ”

Uncle Qin immediately lifted it up with a hanging heart, "Lao Chen, are you okay?"

"I'll rest for a while, and we'll take Mu Xia back later. Lao Chen slowly closed his eyes.

"His flute is gone. Uncle Qin said softly.

"I know. Lao Chen replied very blandly.

This surprised Uncle Qin, this old guy couldn't care about this kind of thing anymore, but he didn't react now.

"It should have been taken away by the man who fought with Mu Xia. ”

"I don't need you to remind you. ”

"What are we going to do?"

"Wait until Mu Xia recovers, and let's go find the sword together. ”

Uncle Qin was stunned for a moment, obviously there were still a lot of words in his heart, but now he was all stuck.

He turned back and looked at the other side of the pothole, where there was a small pit that the man had left behind, and he must have been wounded...... The person who can hurt Mu Xia like this is probably not a simple person.

The fact that the flute was taken away shows that the existence of this kind of thing is not only known to the Assassin Order, but also that there must be other forces that are also pursuing this kind of thing.

But what are they looking for them for? Everything seems to be confusing.

......

Qing Youshan took the newspaper in Li Enshi's hand, it was very thin, and at a glance, the newspaper was covered with dense printed words.

"What's wrong?" Qing Youshan looked at Li Enshi with decadent eyes.

"See for yourself. Li Enshi said.

This guy's current temperament is simply the same as that of a homeless man, Li Enshi thought with disgust.

Qing Youshan shook the newspaper, and the first thing he saw was "Miss Beach beauty pageant! The winner has appeared!", with pictures of blood-pumping bikini beauties.

He glanced at Li Enshi with a slight surprise, and then carefully went through the list of winners in the newspaper and frowned.

"What's wrong? Didn't win?"

Qing Youshan looked at Li Enshi from head to toe again, his figure was almost perfect, his chest and thighs were long, he was tall, and his face was beautiful, so it was unreasonable not to win an award.

"What?" said Li Enshi suspiciously.

Finally, she found out why Qing Youshan said this, and all the important information was left on the back of the newspaper.

"Back back, back!" Li Enshi wanted to cry without tears.

"Oh......" Qing Youshan turned his face suddenly, and said that there should be a swimsuit photo of Li Enshi on the back.

"Explosion, explosion, explosion, Dingcheng yacht wholesale department is on fire! The murderer is actually a 'thief hero'!"

Further down the ......

"The former thief hero has actually become an arsonist, is behind all this moral degradation or the distortion of human nature?"

Qing Youshan's eyes widened.

"What's going on with this Nima?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? Did you do this?"

"When did I set the fire?"

"Everyone is coming to the door!" Li Enshi glared at him, as if she had recognized Qing Youshan as the murderer, and he looked like an idle person anyway.

"How do I know what's going on?"

Are these reporters crazy? He has not seen this picture of himself that is ugly and can no longer be ugly, and he has not been able to decay anymore, and he thought that the storm of "lewd thief heroes" has passed, but now why has it appeared again?

Is this island poisonous?

"Anyway, I don't care, I don't want a lot of reporters to come to my house one day to block the door, you have to deal with this matter for me!" Li Enshi said righteously.

Hey!