Not far from the Pavilion of the Stars, several members of the Detective Bureau were chasing a man dressed in black.

This black-clothed man is a cult martial artist at the peak of the third grade, and he is also the last cult martial artist in Nanfeng District, the magic capital.

More than 10 days ago, the director of the Nanfeng District Investigation Bureau was like having been bitten by a mad dog, and the entire Investigation Bureau went all out to search for and arrest cult fighters and fugitives in the Nanfeng District. Three four-rank cult warriors hiding in Nanfeng District were hunted down and killed by the director of the Investigation Bureau.

Now there are a few Sanpin peaks left to preside over the affairs of Nanfeng District. But just now, it has been found by the Detective Bureau.

And it's only a matter of time before he gets caught.

Suddenly, a group of young people came out of the hotel in front of them, some of them were still wearing school uniforms, and it seemed that they were junior high school candidates who had just finished the exam.

The martial artists of the Sanpin Cult were overjoyed, if they could catch this group of students and use them as hostages, wouldn't there be any hope of escaping.

Leaving Nanfeng District and leaving the Demon Capital, with the help of the organization, he can go abroad or change provinces to lurk again. Maybe because of this hard work, you can also get rich rewards and resources, enough to break through to the middle grade realm martial arts.

Just thinking about it, the three-rank cult martial artist rushed towards this group of students.

It's just that to his surprise, many of these people are bald and look strange.

But he didn't think much about it, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the monk in the lead.

……

"Brother Feng, it's dangerous." Zhao Lei reminded loudly.

The students behind also reacted and couldn't help but exclaim.

At this time, the people from the Detective Bureau behind also hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, this person is a cult martial artist of the third grade, and the students in front of him should stay away." ”

However, it was too late for them to remind.

The cult martial artist at the peak of the third rank had already rushed in front of this group of students, with a crazy smile on his face.

Immediately after, his right hand grabbed Feng Xiu's neck.

Zhao Lei was stunned, his consciousness was confused, and he didn't know what to do.

Some female classmates in the same class even screamed in fright.

At this time, a blow to the leg is blown, and the huge force is along the thigh, with the knee joint as the node, driving the calf to be released.

"Bang!"

The toe hit the neck of the cult warrior, and the power gathered in the calf, and the power exploded when the kick was hit.

The neck of the cult martial artist at the peak of the third rank was kicked off in an instant, and the remaining corpse stood there straight, and it took 1 or 2 seconds before falling.

At this time, a white light that was invisible to everyone secretly burrowed into Feng Xiu's body.

Progress value 70% → 80%.

Feng Xiu was very happy, and the progress value of the white light had finally increased again. It turns out that the chanting has reached the limit, and it is necessary to purify the sinners. As the saying goes, one is relaxed, one is still and one is moving.

Meditation and chanting scriptures and rioting and killing people are just in line with stillness and movement, and Feng Xiu thinks it is quite reasonable.

At the same time, this cult martial artist at the peak of the third grade directly provided an energy value of 1340 points.

After this kick, everyone was directly blinded.

The closest one was Zhao Lei, who touched his face and touched a handful of blood. Subconsciously retreated a few steps away from the seal.

It's terrifying, and with one kick, he directly kicked the neck of the third-grade peak martial artist directly away. Let's not talk about how strong Feng Xiu's strength is, but it is too brutal to say that Feng Xiu's behavior is too brutal.

Zhao Lei looked at Feng Xiu's bare head, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this a monk?

The girl in the back screamed in fright again, because the neck of the dead third-rank peak martial artist was broken, and blood gushed out, like a moving shower.

However, many boys, especially those who had already cut their hair, looked at Feng Xiu with admiration. Behind Brother Feng, it's too safe and secure.

All the boys who didn't shave their heads thought, do you want to go to Mowu?

The staff of the Detective Bureau, three steps and one step, ran over quickly. Looking at the dead corpses on the ground, and then looking at Feng Xiu's delicate face, he always felt that this thing was unlikely. But it happened in front of my eyes, and I had to guard against it.

So tonight's class reunion had to end, and Feng Xiu had to follow the staff of the Detective Bureau to record a record and investigate.

……

Not long after Feng Xiu was taken to the Detective Bureau, Director Zhu Xingchang rushed over.

Hearing that the little monk of the Lao Feng family suddenly kicked to death the cult martial artist at the peak of the third grade, he was very shocked. Although that cult warrior had the reason of underestimating the enemy, there was also the reason that his qi and blood were consumed. But you shouldn't be kicked to death by a student who has just finished the college entrance examination.

Immediately after, after learning about the realm of feudal cultivation.

Is that okay, genius? It's incomprehensible after all. Under normal circumstances, how can there be a student who is a third-rank martial artist after the college entrance examination?

Walking to the door of the transcript room, Zhu Xingchang did not go in, and observed the one-way glass outside the door for a while.

But the more I looked at it, the more I felt that something was wrong, how could his figure be so similar to the murderous "female suspect".

This kind of resemblance is not a physical resemblance, but an intuitive resemblance. A five-rank martial artist, an intuition cultivated over many years from birth to death.

Turning on the phone, Zhu Xingchang called Lao Feng.

"Lao Feng!"

“？ The case is finally solved, and you can play cards at night? You waste, a case has dragged on for more than half a month......"

"Shut up for me, old man, your son is in my hands."

“？”

"Your son attended a class reunion and kicked to death a three-grade cult martial artist, and now he is making a record with me."

"Made, if you don't say it clearly, what do you think is the matter?"

"Uh...... I have to add that this kid of yours is very similar to the 'female suspect'. ”

"Old Zhu."

“？”

"Next time, I'll say it half and half, be careful that I kill you."

"Don't interrupt, how to deal with this matter."

"Deal with it as you do."

Zhu Xingchang looked at the phone in his hand, it had been hung up, and said with a wry smile in his heart: "You old guy, what you say is very easy......

"Fortunately, this kid is still a little measured, and the deceased are all criminals on the run......"