Fillard had been studying the newly arrived TR potion technical data on the computer in his study. Don't underestimate the knowledge of a three-generation bloodline. The boredom and permanence of life force them to find something interesting to do to pass the time.

Delving into some professional projects that require a lot of brain power is the best way to have fun. Therefore, the knowledge in Ferrard's mind is far more profound than that of the so-called scholars.

Biology science and technology projects have always been Ferrard's favorite thing to study. Because he always felt that the knowledge of this category was closely related to him, and even felt that if human science and technology continued to develop like this, maybe in a few hundred years, the existence of their blood clan would be able to find a scientific basis for existence.

Therefore, after getting this TR potion information, which is claimed to be a hundred years beyond the current level of biological science, Ferrard can be regarded as finding something to do. Once you sit down and study it, it's a day and a night.

Suddenly a burst of bloody gas drilled into Ferrard's nose, it was heavy, and it was not far from the study. This smell is not the blood of ordinary people, but the blood of the descendants of the blood!

Before Ferrard could get up, there was another scolding in his ears. Naming names is to find him in trouble with Ferrard. Listen to words, it's Oriental.

"Orientals, so bold. Hmph, I guess it's those monks again. Do you think it was before? Now you dare to come, this is looking for death!"

Of course, Ferrard didn't run out recklessly. Instead, he carefully sensed the situation outside. There were only five people in his castle. And the breath is not strong. He didn't sense the fluctuations of those magic weapons that had almost annihilated him.

There's nothing to worry about. Only five people came, which suggests that it was a "ridiculous sneak attack" rather than a "big siege". Even if it is declining now, the people of the Dao Sect are still so arrogant, and they naively think that just five people can clean him up without the strongest magic weapon?

In a flash, Ferrard was in the hall, and the speed seemed to be moving a short distance. In the blink of an eye, there was one more figure in the hall.

"Jian Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still so rude. As soon as Ferrard came out, a scarlet glint flashed in his dark eyes. Why couldn't the rest of the young man who was smoking a cigarette and shaking the ashes on the carpet be not?

It was clearly in front of me, but there were still only five people in the senses. This feeling made Fellard's heart chuckle.

"Less nonsense, Ferrard. Hand over the technical information of the tr potion, and then kneel down to lead the death!" Jian Chen scolded, stomping on the floor with his foot, meaning to ask Feillard to climb over quickly.

Ferrard frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and said, "Ignorance!" While speaking, his body was like teleporting, and he arrived in front of Jian Chen at once, and with a punch, he heard a bang, and the five people of Jian Chen, who had secretly formed an early formation, were blasted out five or six meters away. When they opened their mouths, they each spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

This kind of pure physical strength and speed made the five Jian Chen who had been blessed and formed a formation completely unable to defend against it. If you want to pay for it, unless you cultivate to keep up, you can only rely on two or three kinds of town magic weapons from Shushan and Kunlun Mountain Gate, otherwise there is really no way to use it.

"Well, I've grown, and that's why you dare to provoke me?" said Ferrard, disdainfully. Turning his head, he found that he had just forced back the five of Jian Chen with one punch, and the mysterious person beside him who he had been unable to sense was still that calm and breezy. It seems very unpredictable.

With a heartbeat, Ferrard felt that he should try the depth of this man. If it is false, then everything is easy to say, if it is very powerful, then he is ready to call up the two companions who are sleeping underground, whether it is fighting or running, there will be a response.

This time, Ferrard added a little more force, and smashed his backhand sideways towards Xue Wusuan, who was not far from him. Leave two points of strength on your own, ready to slip away when the situation is not good.

But what Ferrard didn't expect was that he would not want to take it back after throwing this punch. A punch was thrown out, as if in a cloud of clay. Without saying anything, he also stuck his arm entirely, and he couldn't get in or take it back, so he was fixed in mid-air.

"Damn!" Ferrard scolded, his other hand became a claw, and without saying a word, he carried a red ball of light and smashed it into the ground, and in an instant the ball of light flew into the ground and disappeared. Then, Ferrard's form turned into a cloud of fog and tried to escape. But to his horror, he found that the arm he was glued to couldn't be atomized at all.

"Bastard!" Ferrard raised his hand to sever the connection between his arms and retreated from self-harm.

The third-generation Ferrard of the blood clan, who has always called himself a gentleman, has been forced to scold people twice. It can be seen how depressed it is to be cleaned up. was also deeply frightened by the mysterious person in front of him. At this time, a name came to mind in his mind: Xue Wushu!

Ferrard had seen Xue Wusuan's photos under Bai Lin's guidance before, but Xue Wusuan's temperament was too special, and the gap between the real person and the photo was so big that Ferrard didn't recognize it at the first time.

It turned out that this was Xue Wushu, who was the Shock Daomen, and he was so outrageously strong. Ferrard thought he was already the most powerful creature in the world. didn't want to, but one suddenly popped up, and without even lifting his eyelids, he had to self-harm and get out of trouble.

Now the priority is to inform the two companions who are still sleeping, and he himself is trying to delay the time by all means, and does not want to escape alone.

Of course, Ferrard didn't know that he couldn't escape now, even if he wanted to. The entire castle, up and down, left and right, has long been sealed. He's just doing useless work.

Xue Wushu didn't make a sound, his perception clearly understood what Ferrard was doing. He wasn't in a hurry, just waiting to see what the other two third-generation bloodlines looked like. So, without Ferrard's delay, he won't do it.

However, the resurrection of the sleeping Bloodclan does not seem to be very fast. According to the time for the two breaths below to slowly become stronger, it will take a few minutes. Xue Wushu smacked his cigarette, glanced at the pale-faced Ferrard with a smile, turned around and walked towards the study he had locked with his perception. Take advantage of this time to get the information back first.

Xue Wushu's move of having no one in his eyes not only frightened Jian Chen and the five people, but also made Ferrard a little overwhelmed.

As far as Ferrard is concerned, he doesn't want anything else now. I just want to wait for my two companions to wake up and run away. Xue Wushu directly ignored him and left, which made him puzzled and at the same time a little right. In any case, Xue Wushu's move gave him time to wait for his companion anyway.

And the five people of Jian Chen, who were quite worried, could only set up a formation and be on guard. lest Ferrard attack them.

Three minutes passed quickly. As soon as Xue Wusuan walked to the door of the study, he heard a dull sound coming from the ground, accompanied by two piercing screams.

"Hey, woke up?"