Rat King, this is the Rat King!

I felt that everyone present probably had the same idea as me—that is, everything just now seemed to be just an illusion.

The Rat King, who has been crisscrossing Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan for many years, was able to make such a big deal under the nose of the heavenly machine, and the Rat King, who was still safe and sound, actually knocked out the head of an uninvited guest passing by like this......

Are you fucking kidding me?

Could it be that this is the illusion of the Rat King, just to confuse the mysterious man?

Thinking of this, I subconsciously rolled to the side, but saw that Tang Zhouming and the others had already pounced towards this side, and the yellow-skinned nightcrawler also shouted loudly and jumped down.

The gang also felt that this was unlikely, so they wanted to cooperate with the Rat King to come over and complete the killing of the sudden intruder.

But is that really the case?

I saw that the mysterious man reached over, grabbed me, threw me back, and then took a few steps back, and then said: "Everyone, I have no enmity with you in the past, and I don't want to have too much entanglement with you, if you go away now, I can do nothing that has happened, otherwise, with my temper, I won't give you a second chance......

When he said this, the gang was also murderous.

They probably felt that they had the advantage of having a large number of people, plus there was a famous Rat King, as well as Shang Liang and Grela, who had never appeared, and the odds were very high, so they didn't care about the persuasion of the mysterious man at all.

Not only that, but they were also extremely fierce, and all kinds of means took turns, and I couldn't help but be frightened and worried about the man not far away.

Soon, though, I discovered that the mysterious man with the beard apparently didn't need me to worry.

He raised the lava rod behind his hand.

The lava rod was not stimulated by my demonic power, that is, an ordinary stick, and there was nothing powerful about it, but in his hand, like the baton of the orchestra, there was an indescribable artistic beauty.

Yes, from my point of view, every move of the mysterious man is full of mechanical beauty.

It's as if the master of Chinese painting is painting, and the master of calligraphy is putting down the pen.

Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, or Wang Xizhi a thousand years ago, when a skill reaches its peak, it is almost like "Tao", and suddenly there is an amazing sense of beauty.

Of course, this also needs to be felt by knowledgeable people, for example, no matter how good a painting is, such as the Mona Lisa, for a person like me who does not have any aesthetic foundation in oil painting, I am afraid that there is no other way to measure its value except money.

And this mysterious man's stick method is probably the same in the eyes of those who don't know about it.

It was precisely because they didn't understand the power of this mysterious man that although Tang Zhouming and the others were a little apprehensive, they still carried the fearless posture of an ignorant person and launched an attack like a tide.

At first, the mysterious man only tried his best to resist and not clash with people too much, but later, his face finally became a little unpleasant.

Those people are ruthless and deadly, and there is no room for maneuver at all.

It can be seen that their killing intent is very strong.

So in an instant, the posture of the mysterious man, who had been in a state of convergence, suddenly unfolded.

His footsteps were constantly changing, stepping on a certain rhythm, and the figures turned into countless in an instant—I could hear it, the rhythm of this footstep was a "general's order".

What does the peacock screen look like?

I hadn't seen it before, but at this moment, such an adjective suddenly came to mind.

One rod, turn into two sticks, turn into three sticks.

Then, the rod appeared in front of the man, filling my vision, and then I heard someone exclaim, "Oh my God, the rat king is really dead, ah......"

The man's voice stopped abruptly, for he had already followed in the footsteps of the Rat King.

And in the next second, the shadow of the stick in the sky suddenly contracted.

There were only two people left in the field, the bewitching young woman and the young girl, both of whom were sweating profusely, as if they had just been fished out of the water, and then their chests kept rising and falling, obviously frightened by the fierce battle just now.

Of course, in addition to the trembling sticks, there are also the corpses of their companions.

Whether it was Tang Zhouming, the yellow-skinned nightcrawler, or the others, they had all fallen to the ground and were never able to get up again.

The mysterious man did what he promised.

He won't give the other side a second chance.

Decisive, resolute.

Tick......

At the top of the lava rod, there was blood falling down in a pool of blood on the ground, and I could hear it clearly because the scene suddenly became silent.

The two women, with embarrassed faces and stiff bodies, did not dare to move.

At this time, I realized why the Rat King didn't resist or dodge at all just now, so he knocked the mysterious man to death with a stick.

The most important thing is that the moment this man decided to fight, he locked his will on the Rat King's body.

The will was like a heavy mountain, weighing on the body of the Rat King, and in his spirit.

This situation made him too late to react too much at that moment, and when he came back to his senses, his skull had already been shattered with the lava rod, and the brain flowed out, where could he still move?

And at this moment, the two women didn't dare to move, and it was because of this.

I never thought that a person's spiritual will condensed to the peak state could have such a powerful suppressive effect.

The scene was silent for half a minute, and the mysterious man finally spoke.

Oh, no, he said it in ventriloquism: "You guys go, for women, I can not kill, try not to kill." ”

Yes......

The mental state of the two women at this moment was on the verge of collapse, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but scream, and then rushed towards the way they came, as if this rough-looking but gentle-looking man was like a devil.

I saw the two men fleeing, and I wanted to go forward to stop them, but I felt so distrained that it was difficult to move forward and catch up.

Not only did the two escape, but even Shang Liang, who was smashed by a stick before, was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

That guy definitely saw that this mysterious man was too powerful to resist himself, so he slipped away quietly.

But before that, he should have been seriously injured.

Thinking of this, I was anxious.

However, I didn't dare to move, because the mysterious man in front of me had just used the lava rod in my hand to scatter such a group of people and flee, and judging from the posture of his shot, I could tell that he didn't use much strength.

His fight with these people, to put it mildly, is as simple as whack-a-mole.

The more this happens, the more terrible this person becomes.

How will he treat me?

I looked at him with trepidation, awe, and fear, and the mysterious man stared at the men in front of me for a long time, before he turned around and saw my fully guarded appearance, and couldn't help but smile.

He smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and the gentle smile made me inexplicably let go of my guard.

Then, he walked up to me, looked at me, and threw the lava stick in his hand at me.

I reached out and grabbed the lava rod, not daring to move in front of me, but moving my heart to make it smaller.

When it finally became a dzi the size of a thumb, I subconsciously kicked it into my arms, only to find that the clothes on my body were ragged, and I didn't cover my body at all.

When the mysterious man saw this, he smiled softly and wiped his hand from his waist.

The next second, I don't know what was going on, he took out a set of clothes, threw them to me, and then said: "The homespun cloth that I weaved myself, and it also passed through two waters, if you don't dislike it, put it on first, otherwise it will be a little awkward." ”

I took it and found that it was very similar to the clothes on the man's body, blue homespun cloth, and I felt a little dressed like a Miao or Dong in Xiangxi.

I hurriedly put it on, and after tidying it up, I hurriedly asked: "In Xiahou Mo, a native of Xiangnan, I am now participating in the first advanced training class for cultivators organized by the Heavenly Machine Office, and those people just now are the villains of Huangquanyin, they broke into the exercise, slaughtered my classmates, and used their essence blood to refine evil things......

I used the simplest words to identify myself.

Because I feel that although this man does not speak much and has a mysterious origin, he is upright and should be a reasonable person.

I have to establish my identity before I can kill myself.

After all, the murderous aura that was condensed like a substance when he shot just now still made me a little weak, and at this moment, if there was any misunderstanding, he really did it to me, and it would be troublesome.

"Heavenly Machine?"

The mysterious man frowned and asked me, "What is the Heavenly Machine?" ”

I patiently explained to him: "The Tianji Department is the name of the people, in fact, it is the organization that manages us centrally, and their internal name is called '419 Office'......"

He didn't seem to understand any of these things, and I patiently explained them to him.

The mysterious man didn't say much, and spent most of his time listening to me, occasionally asking a few strange questions, which I was very confused to listen to, but I still patiently explained to him.

After a while, I cautiously said, "Well, what, I've just entered this industry, so I don't know a lot of things......

The mysterious man's face was very strange, as if he was laughing, as if he was crying, and as if he had a lot of melancholy and sadness.

However, these emotions were quickly hidden by him.

Then he said lightly: "It's okay, I'm almost clear." ”

When I saw this mysterious man, I hesitated for a moment, but I still asked, "I haven't asked my predecessor what to call him?" ”

The mysterious man hesitated for a moment, and said slowly in his abdomen: "My name, alas, so be it, I am from Miaojiang, you can call me Wu ......"

My mind suddenly brightened, and I remembered Mr. Yang Lin's words when he talked about the heroes of the world before, and said excitedly: "I know, you are the witch stick of Miao Jiang, Master Nanhua, right?" ”

When the mysterious man heard this, a smile finally appeared on his face.

Then, he nodded and said, "Yes, I am Nanhua." ”