"Left shoulder weirdo?" Mo Xian asked.

Xue Zhihong glanced at Mo Xian: "What's wrong?" ”

"No, no, you continue..."

"That left-shouldered stranger, the information we got shows that he has the ability to manipulate zombies, and can train all the zombies under his hands into a neat army, and the zombies under his hands I just told you, the zombies under his hands are very different from ordinary zombies, and he himself has the ability to spray flames, his flames are more powerful..." Speaking of this, Xue Zhihong stopped and rested.

"His flame, even if it doesn't burn you, even if you have a little flame spark on your body, then you will be miserable, the spark will quickly disperse into flames, and the flames will devour you, and there will not be even a bit of scum left..."

"So, how did you get out of that place?" Mo Xian asked with a squint.

"Fortunately, at that time, our fire support arrived, and the fire support eliminated almost half of the zombies, and then our long-range sniper just arrived, and he shot the left-shouldered monster in the head, but the left-shouldered monster didn't die, he manipulated the zombies to surround him, forming a protective circle, and they retreated." Xue Zhihong exhaled only after speaking.

"It's pretty impressive." Although Mo Xian said that the left shoulder monster was powerful, he looked down on the left shoulder monster in Xue Zhihong's mouth from the bottom of his heart.

In Mo Xian's opinion, the left-shouldered stranger is exactly the same as the corpse keeper in the world in his previous life, and they are all indiscriminate methods, but this left-shouldered stranger may have a little aura, otherwise how could the flames he spew out be similar to the flames made by Mo Xian.

"You know I'm a mutant, right?" Mo Xian asked, not saying that he was a cultivator, but just saying it according to the mutant in Xue Zhihong's mouth.

"Well, what's wrong?" Xue Zhihong looked at Mo Xian, only to see a flame flash from Mo Xian's left index finger.

Mo Xian flicked it lightly, and the flames were bounced to a tree not far away.

Mo Xian drank lightly, "Burn!" ”

The tree was engulfed in flames in an instant, and within seconds the flames vanished, leaving only a blackened trail of ashes.

"Could this be the left-shouldered weirdo you're talking about?" Mo Xian smiled.

At this time, Xue Zhihong's pupils dilated a lot, and his eyes looked directly at the blackened land.

"Yes... Right... Will you too? Xue Zhihong asked incredulously.

"That's more than that, haha." Mo Xian looked up to the sky and laughed.

"How did you become a mutant?" Xue Zhihong looked at Mo Xian, but he was not afraid.

"I'm not a mutant, in my words I'm a cultivator, maybe the left-shouldered weird guy in your mouth is also a cultivator, but it depends on what stage he is." Mo Xian began to explain.

"Are you at that stage?" Xue Zhihong regarded Mo Xian as a god.

"I'm probably only a mid-level psychic now, and I don't know about the left-shouldered weirdo you mentioned." Mo Xian closed his eyes and felt the aura in his body.

"A medium spirit controller should be pretty powerful, right?" Xue Zhihong looked at Mo Xian with admiration.

"It's not powerful, it's only level four, there are eleven levels in total, and I'm only at level four now." Mo Xian counted carefully.

"The ten?" Xue Zhihong planned to break the casserole and ask to the end.

"Hey... I'll tell you about it, there are eleven levels in total, and there are twenty-nine sub-sections in the eleven levels, do you understand? Mo Xian asked, hoping that Xue Zhihong in front of him would not be too stupid.

"Well, what are the levels?" Xue Zhihong asked again.

"One to eleven, that's it." Mo Xian sighed.

Xue Zhihong: "I know, I'm asking which levels are they?" ”

Mo Xian: "One to eleven!" One to eleven! ”

Xue Zhihong: "I know one to eleven!" I'm asking what the grades are! ”

The two argued loudly.

Mo Xian shouted: "Ah! You're so annoying! I've told you all about one to eleven! How many times do you have to say eleven levels! Can you understand it? Exercise! ”

Xue Zhihong sighed, and found that Mo Xian in front of him was like a fool, and he didn't plan to ask, but his curiosity kept driving him.

"I mean, the eleven? Didn't you just say that you are some kind of spiritual person? ”

Mo Xian understood what Xue Zhihong was asking: "You said it earlier!" I'm a spirit controller, do you want to ask what the eleven levels are called? ”

"Ahh You're finally getting it, it's so tiring! Xue Zhihong tilted his head and exhaled.

"Why are you so interested in this?" Mo Xian glanced at Xue Zhihong.

"Uh... It's just that I just want to know the name..."Xue Zhihong looked at Mo Xian, if Mo Xian didn't say it, he didn't plan to ask any more.

"Oh, and the eleven levels are:

Ascetic (Lower)

Wyeling Man (Low, Medium, High)

Soul Hunter (Low, Medium, High)

Psychic (low, medium, high): I'm here right now, medium

Soul Rider (Low, Medium, High)

Soul Control (Low, Medium, High)

Soul Master (Low, Medium, High)

Soul Warrior (Low, Medium, High)

Dragonman (Low High)

Dragon Slayer (Low High)

The Dragon Slayer General (the first to third order of the higher level) is gone..."Mo Xian finished saying a few paragraphs of the cultivator, only to see Xue Zhihong listening with an obsessive face.

"Hey! What happened to you? What a daze! Mo Xian pushed Xue Zhihong.

Xue Zhihong came back to his senses at this time: "Huh? What's wrong, gone? ”

"It's gone."

"Oh..."

Mo Xian stood up, and Xue Zhihong spoke: "That!" ...”

Mo Xian looked back at Xue Zhihong, "What's wrong?" ”

"Uh, it's okay! It's okay! Let's go. Xue Zhihong also stood up.

"I'll see if my phone will be in front." Mo Xian ran forward, and in front of him was the place where he had fought with the zombies in the early hours of this morning.

Mo Xian bent down and looked carefully, and suddenly his mobile phone rang not far in front of Mo Xian, Mo Xian went when he heard the sound, and saw the mobile phone vibrating on the ground, Mo Xian ran up and picked up the mobile phone, the display screen showed the word Xiong Er, and Mo Xian connected the phone.

"Hey! You're a big shit! Where are you dead, how many calls Lao Tzu called you, you TM..."

Mo Xian held the phone far away, knowing that Xiong Er was not talking, so he put the phone to his ear.

"The phone is off! Lao Tzu is still alive, where are you! Mo Xian didn't talk nonsense, only picked up the key points.

"Lao Tzu is at 176! Hurry up! Xiong Er scolded again without any quality.

"You're alone? What about Roswell? Mo Xian asked.

"That boy, you say? He's also here, you'd better give Lao Tzu a little faster! ”

"What's going on over there?"

"Nope!"

"Then you're a hairyman! Exercise! I don't care about you! Mo Xian hung up the phone mercilessly, the call record on the phone had Xiong Er's eighteen missed calls, Mo Xian smiled and deleted the record, and dialed his father's number.

He remembered that the father in this life had a big family, the family was completely free of money, and his father had a good relationship with him, so the first thing he called was his father's phone.

After playing for a while, Mo Xian only heard the waiting tone on the phone ringing, and Mo Xian hung up the phone and dialed again without answering, but no one answered, and Mo Xian called his mother's phone again, but no one answered.

Mo Xian was a little panicked.