"Brother Lu, take care all the way" Bai Shixi sighed and got up to hug his fists. 35xs

"There will be a date later." Lu Jialu pinched the money given by Bai Shixi, as if these were not money, but some kind of new trust and meaning for life.

He opened the door and walked away quickly, and it wasn't until a moment after the door closed that White Rock Creek slowly came out of his seat.

"Friend, since you have heard everything, come out yourself. Save Lu to invite you personally. Bai Shixi stood alone in the empty private room and said loudly.

"No need." An old voice sounded in Bai Shixi's ears. "If you have private contact with important federal criminals, you are not afraid that your family will be questioned about the crime?"

"Zhulian? Who am I contacting? I didn't do anything, I just received a friend, where did I get the culprit? Bai Shixi looked dazed.

"Then Lu Jialu is a felony arrested above, your strength is good, don't make mistakes." The old voice said lightly. "Otherwise, it will cause trouble at the least, and the chicken and dog will not be left behind."

What a big breath!

Bai Shixi's face changed slightly, but his heart became more and more gloomy, this Lu Jialu was really being watched, but he didn't expect someone to come to warn him so soon.

"Chickens and dogs don't stay? Hey. He smirked, "You can come out and try and see if you can keep my chickens and dogs from the dog." ”

A hint of danger slowly spread from him.

The eighth layer of the flame machine is not a heavenly skill, and even he doesn't know how powerful it is, so he can just come to a master to test it.

"Arrogance!" The old voice shouted angrily, followed by a steel needle as thin as a cow's hair, breaking through the wall and slamming into Bai Shixi's chest. 35xs

The steel needle was extremely fast, silent, and was muffled by cheers. By the time White Rock Creek found out, it was too late to dodge.

Burst!

The needle struck him hard in the chest.

But before the needle could be poisoned, a machete like a door panel slammed into the wall on the left side of the private room.

Rumble!!!!

The wall shattered, and a thin old man in green clothes standing on the other side was caught off guard and was slashed with a knife. Countless pieces of wood exploded on him, and a large number of blood holes were punched in the blink of an eye.

"Hah!!" Bai Shixi yelled, and one jumped over, the tip of the knife aimed at his neck, and fell down hard.

Burst!!

He knocked the old man to the ground, and the tip of the knife pierced vertically through his neck, piercing into the ground, almost cutting the old man's chin and chest in two.

The old man struggled to be nailed to the ground, blood bubbles mixed together in his mouth, making a ho-ho sound, staring at Bai Shixi with his eyes open, he reached out and grabbed the knife, trying to pull it out, but to no avail.

"Do you want me to keep my chickens and dogs? It's up to you? Bai Shixi grabbed the old man's hair and lifted it up.

Phew.

The head was neatly split in half by the machete, and the old man was silent for a moment.

Blood flowed everywhere, and at this time, the redwood army outside realized that they hurriedly rushed in, and when they saw this scene, they all turned pale.

"Boss" Feng Jianjun walked in with his nose covered, the room was too smelly, full of blood, even a person like him who had been in a hundred battles was a little uncomfortable.

"Clean it up, this person's body will be cremated directly, don't leave a trace." Bai Shixi said lightly. He pulled out a bent needle from his chest, and after the needle broke through the wall, it hit him again, and the skin was not even broken, let alone the toxin on it.

"Yes."

Bai Shixi himself wiped the blood on his boots with a towel, and Shi Shiran walked out of the restaurant.

He sensed that there was a vague aura around Lu Jialu before, and he thought it was a master who protected him, but he didn't expect it to be a monitor.

It was impossible for him to let people pass on the information about what he and Lu Jialu were talking about. In addition, the other party actually dared to threaten him, as soon as the anger came up, he didn't care about it, and killed someone first.

It's just that with the five-layer flame machine non-heavenly power, combined with hard skills and other exercises, the explosive power generated, just like just now, a master who seems to be a nine-rank was hacked to death without even reacting.

"In this way, I still can't figure out what level of strength I have reached now." Bai Shixi walked out of the restaurant, and his heart was still thinking.

Back in the flower room, he took out the small porcelain vase he had used for the test from under his bed.

The Xuan's breath wine in this small porcelain bottle may be able to roughly test the level of Xuanli toxins that he can fight against now.

Sitting at the round table, Bai Shixi took out a small porcelain vase, put it in his hand, put the rest of the porcelain vases in the white box, and temporarily placed them on the table first.

"I can only test it with this for the time being."

He gently pulled the cork, held it in the palm of his right palm, and slowly poured it out.

As the bottle tilted, soon, a drop of black liquid slowly flowed out and landed on the palm of White Stone Stream.

hiss

A puff of white smoke came out. It was like a thick acid poured into the palm of the hand, and the thick smell of burning something wafted out.

Bai Shixi watched as the black liquid rapidly shrank and disappeared in his palm, and he quickly moved the droplets in a small porcelain bottle around.

Between the surging internal qi, he still didn't feel a sense of exhaustion, and the quality of Yanji's non-heavenly power was obviously much higher than before, and he couldn't do anything against the Xuan Li of a porcelain bottle like before.

The second drop of liquid quickly disappeared and was completely evaporated. Then the third, the fourth, the fifth, one by one, the porcelain bottles were constantly dripping in the same place.

Yanji's non-heavenly qi's internal qi was rapidly consumed, and he soon began to use the power of the Xuanxuan Gong and Fa Gong, as well as the Zhou Yi Health Preservation Skill.

A trace of white gas gradually rose from the top of Baishixi's head, which was the water vapor that was wafted out when the sweat was dried by the internal air.

The sixth porcelain vase, the seventh porcelain vase was poured, and Bai Shixi picked up the eighth porcelain vase again, which was also the last one.

But it's a pity that all the toxins in the liquid of the first seven porcelain bottles were offset by the internal qi hedge, but all the internal force in Bai Shixi's body was finally completely consumed.

The eighth porcelain vase was pinched in his hand, and he did not continue to pour it out after all.

"I can completely resist the toxins of the seven porcelain bottles. It's almost a little bit faster," Bai Shixi's heart was a little surging, and he was full of sweat.

It is estimated that if he improves one more layer of internal strength, he will be able to break through to the Xuanli level.

Although this is the lowest basic level of the military academy and the ghosts, it is the greatest boundary between the mortal and the transcendent in this world.

The blood-red remnant sun slowly set down the sky, and half of it was on the horizon.

Inside a dilapidated building on the top of a hill.

Jia Xun slowly pushed open the door, stepped on the gravel and mud on the ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walked into the hall of the building, and looked towards the window in front of the right.

Blood-red sunlight shone in through the arched window, imprinting a slender figure with long hair at the window.

Jia Xun squinted his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

There was nothing in the whole hall, no furniture, no pillars, not even a staircase going up and down, but at first glance, it was flat, the floor was full of rubble and fragments of broken wooden furniture, and standing in the doorway, you could directly see the round arched windows on all sides.

Most of the round arched windows, which are more than two people high, are broken, and some still have broken wooden frames. Wooden thorns protruded from the window, hanging alone in the center of the window.

The entire hall was dyed with blood by the setting sun, revealing a strong sense of decadence and ruin.

The long-haired figure stood in front of a window, his hand grasping the frame of the window and looking out. The cold wind blew, carrying the hem of her skirt and fluttering back.

(End of chapter)