Zhou Fei stood at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, his eyes were full of light, his eyesight increased dramatically, penetrating the layers of walls, and seeing things outside the school clearly.

"Call me!"

The two groups of people handed over, and the warriors who rushed to the front of the Eagle Group swept out the Ling faction with iron rods. He rolled twice, clutching his bloody head, and fell unwillingly.

The Eagle Group was full of momentum, and all members erupted into an earth-shattering battle cry.

"Who else!" the warrior said defiantly, pointing at the Ling faction's men.

"And your daddy and me!"

A black shadow rushed out from the crowd on the left, holding an iron pipe in both hands, and the iron rod swept upwards and hit the man on the chin fiercely. It was a slender man with yellow hair and a bone-chilling look in his eyes.

"Ahh Naturally, the people of the Eagle Group could not sit idly by, and a person who looked like a hill stole behind him and hugged him to death.

"The brothers beat me on him. The fat man roared.

He was tied up by a fat man, and he was struggling with all his might, and a solid iron rod had been slapped on the head.

His eyes were blurry, his mind was disturbed by the buzzing of his ears, and his consciousness was losing little by little, as if he was going to fall asleep the next moment. But the Eagles would not let him go, and the fat man threw him to the ground and sat on his lap, and he was as unable to resist as a dead dog. A group of people stepped up and trampled him under his feet, and the scene was bloody and furious.

And this is very common in this battle, indeed.

There is a real master in the Eagle Group, which is the veteran SWAT Liangzi found by Liu Jinhe.

He shuttled through the crowd, like a heavenly demon descending on the earth, his fists and kicks were fast and ruthless, and he was focused on hitting people's weaknesses.

Ryoko's weapon is a pair of gloves with nails on the surface of the gloves, and each punch can leave a row of bloody holes in the opponent's body. The two of them, in a frightened expression, were put down by him.

The Ling faction also has an existence comparable to his combat strength, he is a thug with long hair and high bundles, he holds an iron rod with the posture of a warrior, and specializes in hitting people's weaknesses, and those who are knocked down by him are all broken bones and tendons, holding the wounds and screaming.

The people here roared like thunder. There are also many people crying, like a hellish Shura field.

As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, and the street lamps turn on, and the illuminated ground is covered with blood stains.

The war in the outer circle has not stopped, and the strongest of the two forces are also fighting in the center.

Ryoko was dressed in a denim suit, and her iron gloves were stained with blood. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, a twisted and crazy expression on his face, he longed for this primitive slaughter, and only when he bled others could he feel that he was not dead, that he was still alive.

The samurai's iron rod was also stained red with blood, and his face was like a mask of ice, and there was no joy or sorrow to be seen. He didn't show shock or fear in the face of Ryoko, but his grip on the iron rod tightened.

The light and shadow were intertwined, and the two clashed for the first time, Ryoko's fist was empty, and the lower abdomen was hit by a samurai's stick, and she spit out a mouthful of gastric juice. In the fight again, Ryoko punched the samurai in the chest, and the samurai stepped back, and he was too close to hold the weapon, but he did not have an advantage. Ryoko hurriedly followed, and another punch was smashed into the samurai's face, the samurai's nose was crooked, and two lines of blood flowed across his lips. The samurai adjusted his body and swept a stick in Ryoko's face. Ryoko didn't retreat, his expression became even more frantic, and he grabbed the samurai's left arm like a black ape.

"I'm going to break your arm. After Ryoko was discharged from the army, he lived a two-point and one-line life in bars and gyms, and he worked on iron for at least four hours a day, and his strength was strong.

"Don't you think!" the samurai's face showed pain for the first time, and he was captured by Ryoko with SWAT tactics and his head pressed to the ground.

There was a crisp sound from the samurai's left arm, and his left hand was broken by Ryoko. But he also got out because of this, and Ryoko didn't take advantage of it, and the moment the samurai got out, he burst out of grief and anger and smashed Ryoko with the strength of his whole body.

Ryoko blocked it with her hand, and her arm was broken in an instant.

The people of the Eagle Group and the Ling Faction rushed over at the same time, protecting the strongest of the two factions.

The fierce battle lasted for half an hour, and finally stopped with the roaring sirens, more than 100 people ran away, and more than 80 people were taken to the hospital, and the remaining heads were taken away by the police station.

Zhou Fei was the ultimate culprit of this chaotic war, everything was designed by him, but he didn't feel a trace of guilt. A strong blood qi was about to rush out of his chest, and his heart was equally eager to fight, watching the samurai fight with Ryoko, bloody, brutal, and crazy. He imagined what he would do with those two people if he was in the middle of it.

Zhou Fei thought for a long time, and finally sighed: "It seems that I am not a good stubble!"

He took the bus back to his hut, and the appearance of the house changed greatly, and the thief actually opened up a small world on the wall.

This small world is the size of a football field, with an eternal light, but there is no light source to be found. The shelves of the library are lined with books on both sides, and some antiquities are placed. There are vases, bracelets, bells, and bones, the roots of which are crystal clear, and some broken beast skulls, the surface of which is covered with different veins.

"Eh, you're back!" the thief is building a stone armor.

"Where did this stuff come from?"

"The weather is pretty good today, and I went out to steal a piece of the royal tomb. The thief replied, and then threw a knife to Zhou Fei.

"For your self-defense!"

"Thank you, master!" Zhou Fei took out a knife, the tip of the knife was sharp, the blade was cold, and a blue dragon was carved on it, lifelike like a living thing.

Zhou Fei couldn't put it down, played with it for a while, and pinned it behind him.

"You don't even know how to take things. ”

Zhou Fei nodded, he didn't know anything about cultivation. Naturally, I don't know the secrets of the human body.

The thief put down the work in his hand, walked up to Zhou Fei, and put one hand on his chest.

"Well, the Immortal Mansion hasn't been opened yet, and it's normal that you can't accept things. ”

The thief immortal made a mark and imprinted it on Zhou Fei's hand, only to see the green light in his hand disappearing, and the mark of a knife appeared on his wrist.

"Imagine what it feels like to have a knife unsheathed. "The thief pointed out.

Zhou Fei's state of mind is ethereal, since he obtained the little Buddha beads, he has easily entered a state of Zen enlightenment, no matter what he learns, he has become very fast, and his memory has increased exponentially.

Zhou Fei slowly stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, the green light flashed, and a cold front appeared in his hand.

You learn things very quickly, and next time you go down with me, I can teach you one more thing. ”

"Master, can't you give your apprentice some skills? Zhou Fei rubbed his hands and begged.

"The next cave sect is the same, and bargaining is not supported. "The thief closed his eyes, all his skills were displayed in the mausoleum, of course, only in the mausoleum can teach you.