Hidden Corners

The man has blond hair, which has become dirty at this time, like a yellow rag.

The key is that face, which happened to be the handsome man Li Chengyi had just met, who drugged Zhao Xiaoli.

"It's you?"

Li Chengyi glanced around, the walls were covered with blood splattered, and the wound on the opponent's body was bandaged up with thoughtful treatment.

But his inquiries were destined to go unanswered.

The handsome man raised his head, as if he felt someone coming in front of him, showing his face.

Both of his eyes were gouged out, and blood flowed from the earholes.

Apparently neither seen nor heard.

"." Li Chengyi was speechless, turned around and walked out.

I have seen the bustling and lively Korean language during the day, but the night is full of blood and cruelty.

It was only at the entrance of the alley that two tall men with black machetes blocked the exit.

The two glanced at him, as if judging something.

A few seconds later, the two made way for each other and silently waved their hands.

Li Chengyi understood immediately, walked out of the alley quickly, and mixed into the crowd of people on the street at night.

Early the next morning.

He came to Catherine's Bar again.

Same location, same people, same honey milk.

Zhao Xiaoli also came, next to him in the original seat. "Hi."

Still wearing a mask, she greeted him with a smile on her eyes.

"That person was disabled yesterday, did you do it?" Li Chengyi sat down and asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Zhao Xiaoli shook her head.

Li Chengyi suddenly felt that the milk was a bit sweet, and looked up at the bartender who was serving them, and found that the bartender had also changed.

"Are you looking for the bartender from before?" Zhao Xiaoli asked.

"Well, today's drink is not as good as yesterday's." Li Chengyi said.

"He's dead." Zhao Xiaoli said with a smile.

"died?"

"Well, I was hit and killed by some good people who saw the road rough."

"." Li Chengyi looked at the other party, obviously talking about the dead, but Zhao Xiaoli's face did not have a trace of heaviness and solemnity, only happiness.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because he saw it, but chose to remain silent." Zhao Xiaoli said.

"Why is this? He shouldn't deserve to die." Li Chengyi frowned.

"Brother Li, have you heard a word?"

"What?"

"When there are very few people in this world who agree with you, then get rid of those who don't agree with you. In this way, only friends who have the same three views as yourself are left. The world will be beautiful." Zhao Xiaoli laughed.

Li Chengyi was speechless.

However, looking carefully, the girl in front of him seemed to meet his criteria for finding a Holy Child.

He thought for a moment.

"But in this way, you will encounter many, many enemies. You may also be injured and die."

"It doesn't matter, as long as each of us good people kills one bad person every day, the world will become a better place."

"." This sentence always feels that something is wrong.

Li Chengyi was speechless.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" he asked.

"Not afraid. Anyway, life itself is very boring. Death may not be eternal sleep, but reincarnation, going to other different planets, worlds, and living a different life. Sometimes I think about it and I look forward to it." Zhao Xiaoli still smiled.

But now Li Chengyi clearly felt that she was abnormal.

He has met many people in his life, but this is the first one who is so twisted and abnormal.

Even the white skull is not so distorted.

But isn't it better? Just in line with the selection criteria of the Holy Child.

He pondered for a while.

"But there are too many bad people in this world, no matter how hard you work alone, you can't do much."

"Yes. Sometimes I really feel powerless." Zhao Xiaoli nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever thought about making yourself stronger instead of relying on the strength of your family?" Li Chengyi asked.

"Yes, I have experience with flying instruments, martial arts, gun fighters and so on. But they are not up to the level I want." Zhao Xiaoli sighed.

"They, everything, needs the cooperation, help, and assistance of many people. It cannot be purely carried out by one person's will. Once the team behind it gives up support and maintenance, I can't do anything."

Obviously, she has also been restricted by others.

"So, only your own strength is the fundamental way to survive." Li Chengyi said softly.

"That's right."

"Since you have ideas, money, and resources, why not come and learn boxing with me." Li Chengyi said suddenly.

"Learn boxing?"

"Yes, it can be seen that you are a good person with ideals and ambitions. In this era, good people will always be accused of not understanding and misinterpreting. So the better you are, the more strength you need!" Li Chengyi said.

"Brother Li, do you think martial arts are very strong?" Zhao Xiaoli asked doubtfully.

"Wrestling skills are not strong, but people are always strong." Li Chengyi said.

He took the milk and drank it down, turned and left his seat, and left the bar.

Leaving Zhao Xiaoli sitting aside, lost in thought.

And not far from where the two of them were seated, a girl with short hair was quietly listening to their conversation with her head bowed, sweating profusely all over her body.

What Zhao Xiaoli? It's obviously Zhao Xianrou!

Among the young generation of Korean-language aristocrats, there are only four people who are the most disgusting and frightening.

Among them, Zhao Xianrou ranked third.

She is a well-deserved moody, neurotic noble lady who would kill others at every turn.

The point is, this guy is extremely talented, and Fei Yi is proficient in fighting spears. No one knows how strong she is, but she has been assassinated several times by fifth-rank killers, and she was strangled without even seeing her face. It is conceivable how strong her hidden power is.

And now, a mysterious foreign man suddenly said that he wanted to teach her fighting skills?

Da Zhuang's mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't know what to say at all.

She really wanted to get up and leave, but her strong curiosity made her stop and continue to observe and eavesdrop on Zhao Xianrou's actions.

It's a pity that after Li Chengyi left, Zhao Xianrou didn't act abnormally anymore, she just drank milk quietly by herself, as if thinking about something.

Ten minutes later, a tall man in a silver jacket walked into the bar and whispered a few words beside her.

"Go ahead and prove it. If he is really as strong as he claims, then he is still a good person."

"If it's not, then it's a bad person. Those who lie are all bad people, and they have to be dealt with." Zhao Xianrou lazily said.

Good people don't lie.

She has always believed in this.

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Korean language on the street.

Li Chengyi just came out of the bar, looking at the silver aircraft flying in mid-air, feeling confused for a moment.

Silver streets, silver buildings, the circling Milky Way. Half human, half mechanical passerby.

Boom.

Suddenly, a burly bald man in front of him, wearing a metal exoskeleton, approached him quickly like a praying mantis lying on his upper body.

The man's right arm drooped, and a metal mace popped out, trembling slightly.

The sound just now came from there.

"?" Li Chengyi stood still and looked at him suspiciously.

The bald man didn't intend to speak at all, he stepped forward and raised his right hand.

With a burst of tenderness, his arm exploded at an exaggerated speed, smashing Li Chengyi's head hard at a level far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Boom.

The mace was hanging in the air in front of Li Chengyi.

Freeze.

"Genre fighting technique?"

Li Chengyi grabbed the opponent's forearm with one hand, no matter how hard the opponent struggled, he remained motionless.

"Let go!" The bald man immediately understood that he had kicked an iron plate, and his face was terrified. "My master is."

Boom!

His neck was tightly gripped by a big hand, and his whole body was slowly lifted up by huge force, hanging in the air.

Naturally, the next words cannot be exported.

"Threats are the patent of the weak, do you ask for mercy?"

Li Chengyi exerted a little force, and there was a cracking sound, and the bald man's neck bone broke instantly.

Such an injury would have been fatal in the past, but here, as long as the treatment is timely and appropriate, it will be a few months at most in a hospital bed.

Throwing the person aside, Li Chengyi straightened his cuffs, walked away slowly, and walked towards the hotel.

at dusk.

He came again to Catherine's bar.

"How? Have you thought about it clearly?"

He was still sitting in the previous position, with Zhao Xiaoli on one side.

"You're pretty good, but it's not enough to be my teacher." Zhao Xiaoli shook her head and smiled.

"Then what is enough?"

"The limit of martial arts is genetic modification to the extreme, which is too far behind Fei Yi and human transformation. So I don't think it's a good deal to spend time and energy on that."

"I'm different." Li Chengyi shook his head.

"What's the difference? Assassination Fist is the same as when Dragon's Gate's Prison Dragon was the strongest. Are you stronger than him?" Zhao Xiaoli asked back.

Longxumen?

Li Chengyi instantly understood that the other party had investigated him.

"Since you know that Prison Dragon is my teacher, you should know that he was no longer my opponent a long time ago." Li Chengyi looked calm.

"Is that so?" Zhao Xiaoli smiled even more happily. "But I have also learned martial arts, and I entered the goose-shaped gossip school. If you want to be my teacher, you have to ask them if they agree."

She picked up the milk and took a sip.

"You know, in this Korean language, I don't know how many schools want me to join them and become their disciples."

"It seems that you still don't understand." Li Chengyi's eyes darkened. "It's not that I want you to learn, but that I'm giving you a chance."

"Really? But for me, there are too many opportunities in this world. If it is not the strongest, then, for me, the rest are rubbish." Zhao Xiaoli smiled.

"It's a pity." Li Chengyi closed his eyes, picked up the cup and drank it down. "You were supposed to be one of the best candidates, but now, I've changed my mind."

He left his seat and walked out the door.

What he needs is a holy baby who can respect his teacher, not a lunatic like Zhao Xiaoli.

So this time the candidate must be replaced.

Zhao Xiaoli sat alone and sighed.

"A good man won't make a pretty and lovely lady like me angry."

"Miss, do you need to send someone to deal with him?" A woman in a blue suit approached.

"No, Brother Li is still a good person, but not as good as before. Killing him is too much." Zhao Xiaoli thought for a while.

"Isn't he proud of his martial arts strength? Send an invitation letter to his teacher. This year's Extreme Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin, and the Longxumen must participate, otherwise the privilege of the school will be removed."

The Extreme Martial Arts Tournament is a large-scale national competition organized by many martial arts schools in Yiguo. It is a large-scale competition used to screen out strong elites and absorb them into the military as a talent reserve.

This competition is not only concerned by the military, but also by many dignitaries and dignitaries, who regard it as a rare entertainment item.

Therefore, there are also many by-products such as gambling.

And the few schools that have won the strongest nouns generally get apprenticeships from many noble children and talented flying instrument masters.

After all, although fighting skills are getting weaker and weaker, it is still very important as a close-up supplement for flying instrument masters.

Therefore, the top sect among them is also related to the Thirteen Feiliu in the world of flying instrument masters.

"It is not allowed to use any mechanical and electronic equipment in the extreme martial arts competition. Only pure flesh and blood can be used. Didn't he say that he is very strong? Let's see how many levels he can pass through the Dragon Beard Gate." Zhao Xiaoli laughed.

"Then what if he is really strong?" the woman in the suit asked.

"That doesn't matter. No matter how strong your fighting skills are, what can you do? Fei Yi's slash is all vain." Zhao Xiaoli raised her eyebrows.