The little boy turned his back to him and threw the sandbag into the first grid.

The boy then jumps into the first square with one foot, and then kicks the sandbag into the second square with one foot.

Next, use your feet to clip the sandbag into the third compartment.

Kick the punching bag alternately with one foot and both feet until the punching bag kicks out the sixth square, and both feet kick out the sixth square.

After the little boy finished the game, he started all over again, and it seemed that he was playing the checkered box game very seriously.

But Wang Teng's face was constantly breaking out in cold sweat, and his back clothes had already been soaked with sweat.

Because, the moment the little boy turned around, he saw the little boy's face.

It was a face with no facial features, like a blank piece of paper, blank, and creepy.

If before, Wang Teng was not sure whether he had encountered a ghost, but after seeing the little boy's face, he was 100% sure that he had encountered a ghost.

Calm down, be sure to be calm!

Wang Teng's breathing couldn't help but become short, but he kept hinting in his heart that he must calm down.

At least, for now, the faceless boy was just concentrating on the game, and didn't show any terrible abilities.

After staying in place for six or seven minutes, seeing that the faceless boy had no abnormal behavior except for playing games, Wang Teng's body couldn't help but slowly retreat.

While retreating, he silently recited in his heart: "Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me......"

After a while, Wang Teng retreated to the corner of the alley.

Then, one turned around and immediately ran for his life in front of him.

His speed increased to the extreme, like a cheetah in the night, and after passing through several alleys one after another, he saw that the main road of the avenue was in front of him.

However, when he just stepped out with his left foot, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and it was no longer the Wujiang City he was familiar with.

At this moment, Wang Teng was on a desolate dirt slope, surrounded by darkness, and only the 100-meter area near the dirt slope was bright.

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

Wang Teng's expression changed greatly.

After reading many classics in the library pavilion, Wang Teng not said that he fully understood the cognition of ghosts, but he only knew some more common methods.

Ordinary imps,It's not too strong attack power.。

For example, the ghost that the original owner of this body encountered in Yizhuang can only suck people's yang energy, and once the yang energy is lost, people will become extremely weak, and then they will be sick and dying.

This kind of imp will only pose a threat to ordinary people.

External martial artists have a strong physique, and even if they are inhaled once, they will not be life-threatening.

Unless it is sucked several times in a row, then even an external skill master who has reached the Iron Bone Realm will not be able to stand it.

However, the master of external skills who has reached the phloem realm and the iron bone realm is much more vigorous than ordinary people, and ordinary imps dare not approach.

If you cultivate to the realm of blood refining, and your blood is as strong as fire, then you are not afraid of these little ghosts, and the vigorous power of blood and qi can kill the little ghosts, and when you reach this realm, you are already not afraid of mortal-level weirdness, and you also have the power of self-protection in the face of dangerous-level weirdness.

The world is weird, and according to the degree of danger, it can be roughly divided into mortal, dangerous, vicious, fierce, fierce and desperate.

The so-called mortal-level weirdness can only pose a threat to ordinary people, and those who practice martial arts will not be in danger of their lives as long as they are careful.

But once the weirdness level rises to the dangerous level, as long as the cultivator of the external martial arts does not reach the blood refining realm, he will basically be unable to escape death.

Because only by reaching the realm of blood refining can you use the power of blood and qi to hurt ghosts, otherwise you can only be beaten passively, and you have good physical energy and martial arts, and if you can't hurt ghosts, you will be slowly grinded to death.

The evil level above is weird, and there is only one way to die when the blood refining realm encounters it, and only by cultivating the external skills to the peak and having the body protection qi can you protect yourself and have the power to fight.

The more advanced fierce level is weird, and only martial artists who have cultivated their internal strength to the level of Dacheng or above can fight against it.

As for the powerful and peerless levels, every appearance is a huge disaster for human beings, and the casualties are not in the thousands, but in the units of 100,000.

Ghost hitting the wall, this method is not very lethal, but it is the best at charming directions, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the danger designed by the faceless ghost, and thus be killed.

Although it was just a simple ghost hitting the wall, it also showed that the strange danger that Wang Teng encountered was not a simple mortal-level weirdness, but had reached the dangerous level.

If the faceless imp can only ghost the wall, as long as the sun rises in the morning, the ghost will naturally disappear.

Mortal-level and dangerous-level ghosts can't survive under the sun, and only weird things that have reached the evil level can ignore the sunlight and can appear in broad daylight.

However, it is impossible for dangerous ghosts to only hit the wall.

"Little brother, stay and play games with me!"

At this time, a childish child's voice sounded behind Wang Teng.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Teng felt a chill in his neck, as if something was blowing behind his back.

"I'm playing with your grandma's big watermelon. ”

Knowing that he couldn't hide, Wang Teng wouldn't sit still, he took out the ghost head knife he was carrying, turned around suddenly, didn't look at it, and immediately struck a tiger down the mountain.

But a strange scene appeared, Wang Teng's ghost head knife directly swept through the faceless boy's body, as if it was slashed into the air, and the faceless boy had no body at all.

"Little brother, you don't like to play a checkered game, are you going to play a killing game with me?"

The faceless boy's face squirmed, and an innocent voice came out.

"Play with your mother's hammer and die for Lao Tzu!"

Anger starts from the heart, evil grows to the guts, and when his life is threatened, Wang Tengzai can't keep his senses, and his face suddenly becomes hideous.

In an instant, his whole body was full of strength, the skin membrane was bulging, and the incomparably strong muscles were bulging, and his strength was raised to the extreme.

"Roar!"

The roar of a vicious tiger resounded in the void, and the sword light was as fast as a streamer, and once again swept past the faceless boy.

However, it still did not work.

Even if it's just a mortal-level weird, he can also be immune to a lot of physical damage, which is not something that ordinary means can hurt, not to mention that the faceless boy he encountered can use ghosts to hit the wall, which is already at the critical level, and ordinary means are useless to it at all.

But even if he knew that it was useless, Wang Teng had no other way but to keep slashing the ghost head knife.

The moves in the Five Tigers Soul Breaking Knife were one move after another, blasting towards the faceless boy like a storm, each knife was full force, and the sound of the tiger roaring in the void was endless.

The faceless boy stood there and did not move, allowing Wang Teng to swing his knife and slash at him.

In just a few minutes, Wang Teng slashed at least hundreds of knives, but no matter how many knives he slashed, it was useless to slash from all different directions and angles, he was like a crazy knife into the air.

In Wang Teng's heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.