Deep alley, in the store.

The old man with a goatee lay leisurely in his chair.

Suddenly, the screen in front of me shook.

A jet-black seven-star pattern emerged, followed by a deep voice.

"Is there still no news from Chen Hai?"

"My lord, not yet."

The old man with the goatee said respectfully.

Although there was only a seven-star pattern on the screen in front of him, and there was no human figure, he still stood up, bent slightly, and looked respectful.

"And what about the goal?"

"The target has been fine for the past few days, but he often comes to buy things."

The old man with the goatee said, hesitating, "His schoolbag is very familiar, very similar to Chen Hai's space backpack, and he just bought some Ming beast corpses from me."

They are all low-level martial artists, and their realm is not high, but they have bought more than a dozen of them twice before and after. ”

“……”

The voice behind the screen, a little silence.

Suddenly, he played with the taste: "You mean, Chen Hai was killed by him, and the Dragon Ball was also refined by him?" ”

"My lord, my subordinates don't know, it's just a guess."

"Chen Hai ......"

The voice muttered, "I've read his information, an ordinary student with a qi and blood value of less than 10, killing Chen Hai a high-level martial artist... Hehe.

Chen Hai may not have been killed by him, otherwise, he would not dare to be arrogant, and run around at will with Chen Hai's space backpack on his back. ”

The old man's pupils shrank, "My lord, what do you mean ......?"

"It doesn't matter if it's someone else, it's still our employer, and it doesn't matter if you think of family affection."

The voice behind the screen chuckled, "The mission posted on my Black Star will definitely be completed." ”

"As for what you said about the Dragon Ball being refined by him, at his age, can the Dragon Ball still be refined?"

His voice grew lower, as if lost in thought.

The old man with the goatee waited quietly.

Suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, and he quickly lay down on the chair, as if he was pretending to be asleep.

Doorway.

A middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and sharp eyes walked in.

"What did that student buy in the store just now?"

The middle-aged man glanced around and asked lightly.

"Guest, shop for something, ask other customers what they bought... This can't be done, I can't do anything illegal old man. ”

The old man with the goatee said with a smile.

His smile suddenly froze, and he looked at a law enforcement officer card presented in front of him.

[The Seventh Law Enforcement Team of the Hakujo Martial Arts Bureau.

Vice Captain: Li Peiwu

ID: xxxxxxxxx......]

An imperceptible strangeness flashed in the eyes of the old man with a goatee, and he smiled and said, "It turns out to be the captain of the Martial Arts Bureau, you wait a minute." ”

He walked briskly to the back and retrieved the transaction notebook.

The middle-aged man looked through the record book.

Next to him, the old man with a goatee smiled and said, "Captain Li, what did that student do, I look like a very honest child, not like a bad person." ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't."

The middle-aged man closed the account book with an indifferent expression, "What he will buy in the future, he will continue to sell it to him normally." ”

"Okay."

The old man with the goatee smiled in response and watched him leave.

Inside, silence is restored.

The screen in front of the recliner flickered, and the black seven-star pattern reappeared.

"People from the Martial Arts Bureau, has Chen Hai's matter been investigated?"

Behind the screen, a deep, magnetic voice is heard.

"It shouldn't be, Chen Hai's identity is very safe and will not be discovered, it may be the target, he did something else to attract their attention."

The old man with the goatee replied respectfully.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about so much, two weeks ......"

The voice behind the screen was faint and far away, "Two weeks later, if Chen Hai has no news, you go and get the Dragon Ball."

If the Dragon Ball has been refined by the target...

Before the martial artist, the Dragon Ball would not be completely fused, just dig it out of his corpse. ”

"Yes, sir."

……

At this time, northbound Main Street.

Bancun middle-aged man walked on the bustling street, and the sound of the mobile phone buzzing.

He pressed the speakerphone.

"Team Li, there was a martial arts disturbance incident on Qinghe Street, and the troublemakers were two high-ranking martial artists......"

The middle-aged man listened and took out a small black mobile phone.

Send a message:

"After checking, he shouldn't have refined the Dragon Ball yet, and only bought two packs of ordinary quenching powder."

After two or three seconds, the message replied:

"The Dragon Ball has just been fused, he needs a large amount of Ming Beast flesh and blood to feed the Dragon Ball, if he doesn't buy the Ming Beast flesh and blood, it means that he hasn't refined it yet, and continues to search in his house."

"I understand."

"Wait... Search for another half a month, and if you haven't found it after half a month, just get rid of him. ”

The pupils of the middle-aged man constricted suddenly.

"Deal with him, you don't want to take the Dragon Ball?!"

"Yes, but it hasn't been refined by him, and I can't find it from him... The real Dragon Ball, I should be able to guess where it is, he~ human nature, ridiculous! ”

"I'll do it, and I hope you won't regret it."

"I never regret it... After this is done, you can return to the family and break through the beast blood used by the martial artist, and it will also be ready for you. ”

The middle-aged man looked at this line of words, and his palms trembled slightly.

Then, his expression regained his composure, crushed his phone, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At the same time, the sound in the hands-free is also coming to an end.

"Team Li, Team Li, can you hear me?"

"I heard you, hurry over now, you guys be careful first."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Looking up, he looked up at the dark moon above his head, and the corners of his eyes suddenly moistened, family, can you finally go back?

Half a month, that is, two weeks.

It wasn't long, it wasn't long at all, and he was patient.

It's just that......

The middle-aged man regained his composure, his brows furrowed.

He had searched the student's home so many times, and he couldn't be more familiar with it, but when he searched it a few days ago, there was suddenly an extra D-class combat knife in his home.

This is the only variable that he can't figure out.

However, those who use D-class swords are at most quasi-martial artists, and may even be just martial artists, so don't worry about such strength.

……

4:32 a.m.

at home.

Ye Hao looked at the six packs of Jin Shisan on the table and exhaled lightly.

Jin Shisan is a kind of thing, which has a lot of uses, and if it is not used for cultivation, it can also be used as a medicine to restore wounds after being diluted with some potions.

Therefore, although he buys a lot, it does not arouse too suspicion.

Take a deep breath.

Ye Hao directly scattered the two packets of gold stones and applied them to his body at the same time.

After the last time, he was already very experienced, and even if he absorbed two packs of Jinshi Powder at the same time, he could withstand it.

Ten minutes later.

Ye Hao stopped his movements and wiped the sweat on his head, slightly disappointed.

Sure enough, after every two packets, the effectiveness of the third pack will be reduced by half.

These two packs only increased his qi and blood value by 0.5.

Right now, his qi and blood value is 29.4.

It is only 0.6 away from the martial arts.

Ye Hao licked his lips and held back the urgency in his heart.

Pick up two packets of quenching powder again.

Ten minutes later.

4:53 a.m.

The reminder broadcast of the community has already sounded, and this time Ye Hao did not go to bed to rest, and still stayed in the living room.

He looked at his current qi and blood value, and was a little helpless.

29.9。

These two packs, on the basis of the previous one, the medicinal effect has shrunk by half, and only increased his qi and blood value by 0.5.

What a cheat!

Ye Hao scolded secretly in his heart, and picked up another bag of gold and stone powder.

Five minutes later.

4:58 a.m.

Ye Hao suddenly stopped practicing half of the basic thirteen forms, and suddenly fell to his knees, his fists clenched.

It hurts, it hurts! The skin is cracked!

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Finally, a few breaths later.

Ye Hao was paralyzed to the ground, but his body and mind were unprecedentedly comfortable, his breathing was steady, and his body felt strong and powerful.

He broke through.

I have reached the realm of martial apprentices, and I have truly embarked on the road of martial arts.