In the next few days, Zhao Jing lived a boring and boring cultivation life.

Except for eating, drinking, and Lazar, the rest of the time is almost entirely in the studio, practicing qigong.

As the so-called emperor lives up to his hard work.

On the eighth day, Zhao Jing's qigong grew rapidly in a short period of time, from a little white who couldn't spit out, to a master who could fight with the little monk on an equal footing.

Having the qualifications for equal confrontation does not mean having equal strength.

According to the little monk, what he practiced was actually a kind of qigong.

The little monk has been practicing since he was a child, and Zhao Jing, who is not in the state of the golden body, although he has been working hard for a few days in the case of opening the hanging, is still far from the accumulation of the little monk.

And not to mention the little monk, even Zhuang Yan, he is a little worse. Although Zhuang Yan has no qigong, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her bone-unloading fist moves are in place, and even Old Man Peng is a little afraid of it unconsciously.

really fights, he is not even Zhuang Yan's opponent.

At the same time, Zhao Jing's food is also increasing day by day, Zhao Feiyan has been able to reasonably grasp Zhao Jing's amount of food, cook more every day, the little girl no longer worries about slowly swallowing and eating until there is no food in the end, and then continue to eat slowly.

Zhao Jing opened his eyes and stopped spitting.

He lowered his head and waved his arms, realizing that the currents in his body that could increase his strength were thicker and stronger.

His own strength has improved a lot, and he has opened the golden body state, which may have unexpected results.

Then he looked to the west, which was the direction of West Street, sensing the strength of the suppression formation he had personally laid out, it was gradually weakening, so he muttered to himself, "There are about two more days!" ”

Two days!

Zhao Jing was ready to suffer day and night.

He stood up, walked out of the studio, and reached out to take the big bag of dry food and water he asked Sister Yan to prepare.

Zhao Jing pulled the bag and found that the bag couldn't be pulled, so Sister Yan held the other ear of the bag tightly and refused to let go.

"Do you really want that?"

Her tone was unusually calm, and Zhao Jing knew that it was a reflection of her heavy emotions.

Zhao Jing didn't have too many expressions, just increased the strength in his hand, and his expression was a little cold, which was also very abnormal.

"Let go!"

Zhao Feiyan unconsciously let go of her hand, and then Zhao Jing walked into the room with a heavy bag, clasped the door with his backhand, and never said a word to her.

This is the price paid by Zhao Jing for many days to stimulate the cold breath in order to promote qigong cultivation.

In addition to the only goal in his heart, Zhao Jing became more and more indifferent day by day.

Zhao Yuan broke into the studio several times and said that he wanted to play with him, but he was almost scared to cry by the cold-faced Zhao Jing.

Zhao Feiyan looked at the closed door, and the distressed look on her face couldn't help but show it anymore.

……

West Street.

A day ago, the entire street of residents here had been relocated.

This is the greatest authority that the Heavenly Master Bureau and Liu Tianlin have won, and the definition of "catastrophic level" did not allow the group of people who shared the cake to throw away the cake, this is still Liu Tianlin's approval when he said that he mobilized the will of the upper echelons.

In the final analysis, the nature of the Heavenly Master Bureau is destined to have the right to speak and be at the bottom of this society.

West Street has drawn a long boundary.

Reporters from all media came to hear the news, and their guns, cannons, saliva and ammunition bombarded Officer Cen standing outside the cordon.

"Officer Cen, may I ask why a cordon has been set up here on West Street?"

"Is it because of the remodeling?"

"According to the residents and businesses here, this relocation is temporary, can Officer Cen reveal the specific matters?"

Officer Cen looked at the pile of microphones and reporters in front of him seriously, and his mind kept turning.

In this matter, their police only played the role of pulling the cordon and supervising the relocation, and the rest of the work was carried out by the gray-clothed people of Liu Lao's organization.

Earlier, there was a preparatory speech, and Officer Cen clenched his throat and coughed, and began to "state" the facts to the general public.

"That's right, our police found a poison gas bomb left over from the war in West Street, and now technicians are working hard to get rid of this gas bomb in West Street. Previously, the people of West Street were asked to move en masse, and it was for this reason that they were asked to relocate. ”

The message dropped by Officer Cen was no less than a bomb, and the ears of the reporters roared.

This is a big event!

Big news that has been rare in decades, the front page is booked!

"The whole country was shocked! A poison gas bomb was found on Dongdu West Street! ”

For a time, the news was broadcast on major media platforms, and the developed information network almost immediately transmitted the news to more than one billion Chinese people.

For a time, various online forums had different opinions.

Zhao Feiyan will not miss three periods of news every day, morning broadcast, noon events, and evening simulcast.

Today, Zhao Feiyan opened the morning broadcast, and the West Street incident on the news immediately attracted her attention.

Because she noticed that behind the reporter's live broadcast, several gray-clothed figures occasionally flashed.

She recognized that those people were the staff of the Heavenly Master Bureau!

Zhao Feiyan turned her head and looked at Zhao Jing's closed studio, thoughtful.

……

Almost at the same time, in the streets near West Street, there was an undercurrent.

The black cat carries a small pink backpack and wears a custom cat-like suit and a bright red tie.

It was standing on a claustrophobic street corner, with a group of cats in front of it, about thirty of them.

After a period of development, the cat gang has already had a considerable scale, and the black cat stands with its chest crossed, with a noble temperament and high spirits.

Successful cats are my black cats!

The only thing that hurts a little is that it loses a lot of small dried fish to replenish energy.

"The little ones, spread out immediately, keep an eye on all parts of West Street, find suspicious people, and come back to report immediately. No private action is allowed! ”

The black cat made a loud noise, and the group meowed and nodded, and then swished and galloped in all directions. If you look closely, you will find that they are basically at least three cats in a combination.

This was done by Zhao Jing to remind the black cat, because he always suspected that Yin Si had a conspiracy against this ancient tomb.

In fact, in addition to Yin Si, there is another force staring.

The Yin Si trio found a house on a high place near West Street.

The judge put down the binoculars, his eyes became more and more fanatical, licked his lips and said, "It's almost over! The things in the tomb belong to me! ”

Bai Wuchang stood behind him and echoed, "Congratulations to the judge! ”

In the past week, Lao Hei has removed the bandage, and at this time, like a patient who has taken too many drugs, he made a weak voice: "I am willing to serve the adults!" ”

And in the next room of the Yin Si trio, a tall woman holds a white cat in her arms, and Scarface Gray can only shiver at her feet.

The momentum on this woman's body is really terrifying!

Much scarier than its boss white cat!

In this woman's field of vision, in that ancient tomb, the evil spirit is churning.

That formation is in jeopardy.

The woman's eyebrows showed a solemn look, this big guy seems to be particularly fierce!