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Back in the room, Bao Arc opened the pitch-black wooden box, which was full of boxes of relics. Looking at these relics, Bao Arc fell into deep thought.

He is a white spirit root alien, and absorbing relics can only increase the length of the spirit root and enhance the strength of the body. But at this moment, the physical strength did not increase much in terms of his strength. A lowest-level Wind Shadow Step Ethereal Pose is many times faster than the speed of the flesh, and the flesh only needs to be able to withstand the load brought by the wind.

Therefore, this spiritual root growth is just the icing on the cake.

"I don't know what kind of power the Angry Tiger Fist Technique will bring?" Bao Arc thought to himself, "Since the true meaning of the Dragon Wandering Dragon is to be able to control the air, then the Angry Tiger Fist Technique, which is also passed on to him by the bow, must have its unknown secrets... It's just that I've been cultivating this Angry Tiger Fist for almost two months, and I still can't touch its true meaning, is there something wrong with my cultivation?"

The comprehension of the true meaning of Youlong, thanks to the extremely dangerous killing machine of C3 in the X organization to the Bao Arc, was realized. However, after two months of practicing the Angry Tiger boxing method, although he is very proficient and more proficient in sound fighting, he has not been able to comprehend the true meaning of his boxing method, which makes Bao Arc feel both helpless and lost. After all, the ability to control the air of the true meaning of the dragon gave him a taste of sweetness, and of course he hoped to see the true meaning of the angry tiger and the angry tiger.

"Forget it, let's raise the tail first!"

Bao Arc put aside his thoughts, reached out and took out eight relics from the wooden box, preparing to absorb the energy in them with his spirit bead fingers. For absorbing the energy of relics, Bao Arc has long been familiar with the road, and it is more on the spiritual bead finger, and it is effortless to absorb energy.

Half an hour later, Bao Arc turned his back to the mirror and measured the spiritual root with a ruler.

9 inches!

Bao Arc counted the number of relics, a total of one hundred and thirty-four. According to the length of the previous forty spirit roots increased by one and a half inches, these one hundred and thirty-four can grow by at least 4.5 inches, which is just one foot higher than the previous 5.5 inches. This still directly ignores the energy in the fourteen relics, calculated by the lowest length.

But at this time, it was only 9 inches, which was more than 1 inch less than originally expected!

"The situation of absorbing relics these three times is getting more and more inferior, and each time it will be a lot less, if it goes on like this, even if there are more relics, it will not have any effect on the spiritual root!"

However, it is always a good thing for the spiritual root to grow, and this time the length of the spiritual root has been increased by a full 3.5 inches, and the strength of the physical body it strengthens is obvious.

Bao Arc clenched his fist, and a strong sense of power hit the top of his head, and an explosion of squeezing air came from the inside of the fist, echoing in the bathroom. At the same time, Bao Arc's vision, hearing, touch, and perception in the dark have been strengthened a lot, allowing him to have a clearer insight into the surrounding situation. If he had noticed the wind and grass in a radius of twenty meters before, now it has directly grown to fifty meters. He could hear all the frequencies that people could hear within 50 meters. And his eyesight has also improved even more, and he can see everything within a kilometer clearly.

However, to Bao Arc's surprise, the improvement of various perceptions actually made his perception of the surrounding air clearer, and he was more comfortable controlling the air. This effect was something he could never have imagined.

"New year, new atmosphere! This is a good thing!" Bao Arc looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but rejoice.

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The next day, Wang Xuan came to the gate of the Anju community at eight o'clock, and the two went straight to school after meeting.

Today is the 16th day of the first lunar month, the day when the school officially opens. I saw a large number of students gathered in front of each class in the school, scrambling to sign up.

Seeing this situation, the two decisively put the registration on hold and went out for dinner first.

"It's really difficult for you to come in person for such a trivial matter as signing up, and you, the rich second generation, are really difficult for you!" Bao Arc teased as he drank porridge.

Wang Xuan's family background has nothing to say, let alone registration, even if he doesn't pay tuition for three years, No. 1 Middle School will obediently arrange everything.

"No way, who let my old man train his brother to be self-reliant since he was a child!

The two ate and drank and sat for more than an hour before they got up and walked towards the school.

The two had barely taken two steps when they suddenly felt a chaotic sound of footsteps behind them. Afterwards, more than 20 men were seen passing by. They were tall and broad-framed, and all of them had dark complexions, except for the two who walked in front of them, who were white-skinned.

They were all foreigners!

Except for the two whites in front of them, the other blacks were wearing black leather jackets and carrying a long crossbody bag, which could be seen from their leaning and limping gaits, the contents of the bag were heavy, and there was a slight "ding" sound of metal colliding.

The group of blacks were in groups of three or two, muttering something to each other, but they were all foreign languages, and even if they heard well, they couldn't understand the meaning.

I don't know why, when Bao Arc saw these people, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, as if he felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Yo, how do these foreigners look like the terrorists in the movie?... Hey, brother, your shoelaces have fallen off..."Wang Xuan couldn't help but shout loudly and ridicule each other when he saw this group of people.

"Okay, don't make trouble, be careful of people flattening you!"

The two followed the group of people, and when they walked to the school, the group turned into the alley next to the school and disappeared!

Not to mention the two of them to go to school to register.

The group turned into the alley, and one of the white men at the front walked in the front, with a round head, a greasy and hairless top, and a cheek with flesh propped up high, and always looking smiling.

He said to another white man in English, "C1, these explosives are all planted in this school, isn't that too much? Oh God! These explosives could completely destroy the city."

C1 has beautiful blonde hair, a pair of bright blue eyes, and a very delicate face, which is completely handsome to the scum.

C1 whispered, "Dear C2, don't forget who we are, as international terrorists, destroying a city is nothing! If God knows about our plans and doesn't stop us, it only means that we are doing the same thing as God! God agrees with us to do so." ”

C2 was a little worried, "Although God is not against it, the organization does not know about this matter, if the boss knows..."

"Hehe... Don't worry, dear C2, the boss won't mind such a small action, he is an apostle sent by God, and he has a bigger goal in mind. Even if we ruin the city, he will only laugh. ”

When C1 speaks of the boss, the two of them look at each other with a feverish gaze, as if their boss is a god, sacred and inviolable.

The alleys are populated by some city residents, every house is a small courtyard, and the alleys are full of ordinary people, and when they pass by the group of C1, they all look sideways, as if they wonder how this group of foreigners could come here. The point is that this is not a tourist area, and foreigners come here just to observe the lifestyle of ordinary people in country Z? And those black people are all wearing black backpacks, which looks even stranger. But passers-by are just curious, after all, so many foreigners gathered at once, it is still rare in a second-tier city like X City. However, they never imagined that this group of people was an internationally renowned terrorist, whose purpose was to blow up a middle school that was only separated by a wall from the alley.

"C1, are you sure the person who killed that idiot in C3 is in this school?" asked C2.

C1 lifted the bangs on his forehead, and his delicate face showed a proud look, "Dear C2, when will your IQ improve a little more?

C2 seems to have gotten used to C1's questioning of his IQ, still smiling and listening to what the other person has to say.

C1 said, "If you want to find the killer of C1, you have to start with C1's motives. He has always wanted to find a capable stranger to join our group and become his right-hand man, hoping to do something big, get the boss's appreciation, and then smoothly get out of the control of the two of us. It's a pity that he doesn't understand that no matter how big an incident he makes, it still can't change the fact that he is just a white spirit-tailed stranger. Therefore, he will definitely not get the attention of the boss. ”

"I already knew the purpose of that idiot, and if it weren't for the strict rules in the organization, if a member of the group is unfortunately killed, other team members must help him avenge him, why wouldn't I have bothered to come here?" C2 said angrily, "But what does what you said have to do with the identity of the murderer?"

C1 smiled, "Dear C2, you not only have a limited IQ, but also have a somewhat impatient temperament, listen to me slowly: although C1 belongs to our group, he never participates in the tasks within the group, but instead does the menial work of a killer on the Internet." But his purpose is not to profit from the killer, but to find an assistant who is willing to help him. And his last killer target was Yue Buxun, the son of the owner of a pesticide factory in X City. There is a bodyguard by his side, called Eight Days, C3 wants to kill Yue Buxun, he must first pass the Eight Days level. ... But Sha Batian is a disciple of the Baguazhang in the branch of the Huaguo Tai'an Guoshu Museum, although he is not an alien, but the Baguazhang is not an existence that C3 can easily kill. Therefore, the information shows that Yue Buxun stayed in X City for two months before he found an opportunity to kill Yue Buxun. ”

"And this opportunity is that he was killed by an unknown powerhouse in the eighth day, and Yue Buxun was killed by C3 without a protector by his side!"

C2 was a little confused and asked, "Why do you get more confused the more you talk about me?"

By this time, the C1 people had come around the school wall to the back of the school, which was still an alley, but there were no residents and few passers-by.

Seeing that it was still quiet, C1 said to the eighteen black men, "Okay, you are divided into two groups, one group goes to the alley on the right, and the other group goes to the alley on the left, go directly over the wall and enter, and wait for my instructions in the back." Remember, we are terrorists and don't have to worry about human life!"

Eighteen blacks shouted "YSE!"

They were then divided into two groups to follow the instructions.