"The hand should be straight, right, lift a little, that's right, keep this action repeated for three sets."

Next to the spring tensioner, there is a personal trainer who guides Ren Zheng's skills when exercising.

Sweat rained down.

Ren Zheng sat in the spring tensioner, his arm stretching, contracting, and expanding.

His chest was constantly rising and falling, and he was panting for air.

"Take a deep breath and control the rhythm of your breathing, so that your cells can fully absorb oxygen and achieve the effect of aerobic activity."

This is a large health club.

Windrun Club.

Perhaps this kind of exercise does not have an obvious effect on Ren Zheng's spiritual power improvement, but it can make him more familiar with the increased strength and speed in his body...... And this kind of change is due to the spiritual power brought by the 'mobile game machine' to continuously nourish the body and improve.

Compared with not long ago, Ren Zheng has changed a lot, especially in his mentality.

In the past, he would not automatically enter the fitness club if he was killed, but today, he actually took advantage of the lunch break, in order to familiarize himself with his changes, he automatically came to the fitness club to find a personal trainer.

An hour of workout time passed quickly.

After taking a shower, Ren Zheng, who came out of the fitness club, not only did not feel tired, but felt full of strength.

The spiritual power of his body is imperceptible, and it is even more comprehensive.

13:20.

The sun overhead was fierce, and Ren Zheng raised his head and raised his hand to block the light.

Running in small steps, it seems that the pace is not big, but the pace is very fast, the sun shines on him, and there is not even the heat that it should have, and the spiritual power swims all over the body, making him like a constant temperature in all seasons, and he doesn't even shed a drop of sweat.

This kind of exercise used to be very intense for him, but for him now, it is commonplace.

......

Police station balcony.

Ning Weikai took advantage of his free time to stand on the balcony and smoke, his thoughts scattered.

For a while, he thought of the 'soul cultivators' that his team was tracking, and for a while, he thought of the sword cultivators who frequently appeared in this incident, and boldly guessed the relationship between the two.

It seems to be hostile, but why? Why the hostility?

As a police officer, he instinctively wanted to know the truth, and even wrote a song in his mind about the grievances and hatred between 'soul keepers' and 'sword cultivators'.

Just thinking about it, of course.

"Xiao Kai, are you still worried?"

At this time, a middle-aged police detective walked behind Ning Weikai, with some vicissitudes on his face and an embarrassing stubble on his chin, as if he had experienced a lot of things in the world and had a sense of vicissitudes.

"Team Constant."

Ning Weikai looked back when he heard this, and shook his head.

"This thing can't be worried, now the world is recovering, and there are more and more people who control extraordinary powers, it's only been more than three years, and now there are 'Zero' and 'Soul Keepers' and 'Skull Stealers' in Longjiang City alone in the territory under the jurisdiction of our police department.

There are no less than twenty known latent transcendents similar to 'sword cultivation', and no one knows how many are secretly there.

However, once they do evil, ordinary people can't resist it.

You say, when will the Super Energy Institute be able to assign some people to us, I haven't taken a vacation for three months, people are going to collapse, I feel like my hairline is receding, I'm only in my early thirties. ”

Only in front of the old superior of the Heng team, he will show his true side.

It's not as serious at all as it is when he works.

"Okay, don't complain, so many cities across the country, and even some small towns, have not even established official extraordinary institutions, and manpower is scarce, and I am not the same, and the 'Zero' that took over has no clue at all.

Just now, I witnessed Masayoshi Son killing people in front of me, but I couldn't do anything about it, the ability of this 'Zero' was so weird that I didn't even have a clue how Masayoshi Son and others disappeared. ”

Team Heng sighed.

Then, as if they were suffering from the same disease, the two took a deep puff of cigarettes.

"Don't have a clue about the strategy analysis group?"

At the same police station, Ning Weikai also had a certain impression of this sudden 'zero', but he didn't know the specific situation.

"There are too few clues, not for the time being."

After a while, after smoking a cigarette, Team Heng turned and left.

Ning Weikai didn't stay long, and went out to find clues with the golden tiger.

Its responsibility is to maintain the stability of Longjiang City, a first-tier city, and prevent it from turmoil.

Jinhua Street.

A slightly pale man, carrying a bulging bag and a peaked cap, walked out onto the deserted street.

Farther away, it was a sizable wasteland.

At the intersection of a dirt road overgrown with weeds, the building of a temple rises.

It is about the height of an adult's calf knee, and the wall ash has a large piece of falling off, and no one has taken care of it for many years, and it has been worshipped, and it is the Zaogong Temple built by the people in the village a long time ago.

If someone squats down to look at it, they will definitely find that this stove statue is different from the ordinary, as if it is newly created, and at the same time it is very vicious.

The man squatted down, opened the zipper of his bag, and took out small scarecrows from inside, which seemed to be stained with bloodstains and oozing handwriting, and his eyes were dotted with red, as if he had enlightened his spirit.

His mouth moved, and before leaving, he pinched his hand.

Suddenly, the scarecrow seemed to come to life, and his arm was raised imperceptibly.

In the sunlight, a barely visible black gas spread out from the scarecrow, crawling like a snake, and in a short time it burrowed into the opposite residential area.

Night.

Ren Zhengle walked out of his parents' house, different from when he came, with an extra car key in his hand.

This time, there is no need to borrow a car.

Standing in front of the car, he circled the car, touched the outline of the car with his palm, and it felt so good.

Get in.

The car keys twisted and the low roar of the engine was so beautiful.

The first car of your own in life is always so beautiful and emotional.

After running around the city, he stopped steadily on the side of the road in the distance, and there was no one around.

Walking, walking, people become sword immortals full of ancient charm.

He jumped lightly and stood firmly on the long sword transformed by the sword pill, but in an instant, the spiritual power in his body immediately increased by 10%.

The man fell, and the sword was in his hand.

There is still a long way to go on the road of spiritual power!

As soon as Ren Zheng stepped into the intersection of Jinhua Street, suddenly, the messy qi around him became even more throbbing, and a yin and evil and fierce aura came, and the scarecrows of Zaogong Temple moved in unison and were imprinted on the temple.

They are awakening the stove ghosts hiding in the temple.

At the same time, the lights of the room across the street were lit up, and after a while, villagers who were like walking corpses and lost their minds rushed out of the intersection.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Ren Zheng understood that the 'soul nourier' was prepared.

With the blessing of spiritual power, he sensed the vitality of the villagers, and his face changed suddenly.

People are still alive.

The degree of evil of the 'soul cultivator' is even a little beyond his imagination, and he actually uses innocent people.

He immediately retreated.

If it was a dead person, Ren Zheng could kill him mercilessly, but these people were still alive.

"Boom."

An ugly scream.

The scarecrow walking around Ling Xuan had a fierce aura, wanting to leave Ren Zheng behind.

I saw that he didn't look back, and the long sword was taken out of his hand.

Shout.

It's beautiful, and it can destroy the enemy with a single sword.

When he left the intersection and walked out of the chaotic place, the villagers who had lost their minds stopped and turned around.

When to go up and when to retreat, he still has his own judgment in his heart.

As for the tall image burden of the sword immortal, Ren Zheng didn't have it at all.

If you should coax it, you should coax it.

For the time being, he only has two techniques, [Imperial Sword Technique] and [Drinking Hatred], and he is helpless about the situation of the villagers, but it doesn't mean that the same is true for other people.

After all, he has a lot of friends, and this is not Ning Weikai and Jin Hu, with his 'friendship' with Ning Weikai and Jin Hu, it is not enough to write an anonymous letter, they will definitely not stand idly by.

Back at home, Ren Zheng sat at the computer desk.

Rustle.

The sound of the refill sliding on the paper, he wrote down what he saw in words, and remembering that there was a way to identify the handwriting, he deliberately alternated his wrists lightly and heavily.

Plus the end of the paragraph: enthusiastic citizens.

In the end, it turned out to be a letter with an extremely ugly font.

Early the next morning.

Before dawn, Ren Zheng came to the police station where he found out Ning Weikai's work, and threw the envelope into the mailbox.

At noon, Ning Weikai received a letter assigned to him.

When he opened it, his brow tightened.