Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Looking at the black muzzle, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Miko Xixi's forehead. The guns were completely different in the hands of different people.

For ordinary people, the effective practical distance of a pistol is within ten meters, more than ten meters, with human strokes exceeding twenty meters, the pistol becomes a lottery, more than fifty meters, and the pistol becomes a decoration.

Even veterans who often use guns will find it difficult to form effective lethality when using pistols for actual combat with pistols.

However, this refers to an ordinary person. Wang Jun in front of him is not an ordinary person. He can just kick over a marble table weighing about 400 pounds with one kick, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

With such physical fitness as a foundation, even if this person doesn’t know how to use a gun, his control of recoil alone is enough for Miko Xi’s Association, and this is not the problem that scares her the most!

The problem that scared her the most was that her magic seemed to have completely failed on Wang Xuebin. Not to mention being deceived and controlled, he could not even be in a daze.

This is her special skill, and it is her way to eat!

It was precisely with this strange technique that she could gain a foothold in Jiuju as a woman. Otherwise, with her beauty, she would have been devoured alive.

It is literally eaten alive!

You should know that people in the magic world, especially those from heretics, are often more interested in corpses than living people!

After fighting in the magic world for so many years, she can still stand here lively, which is enough to show her strength!

But such a powerful woman had no effect when she used her most proud magic, and the meaning was trembling.

"Wang Jun, I invite you to come with kindness. I hope to make friends with you. Don't Wang Jun feel a bit disgraceful when he treats me like this?"

He noticed the biting chill all over his body, Miko Nishiro knew that the person in front of him was really murderous.

Without the magic weapon, she could only be considered a woman who practices good karate at best. She is okay to beat ordinary people. Facing Wang Xuebin with a gun, this is a bit too insufficient to see!

"Demeanor? Of course there is! But you are not an unarmed weak woman!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Miko Xihui simply threw down the samurai sword in her hand, stood up, and gave a French military salute.

If she couldn't beat him, she would join him. Miko in the Western Conference has no proud style. She was young and was as beautiful as a flower, so she didn't want to die just like this!

"Wang Jun, now he is an unarmed weak woman. I wonder if Wang Jun can show your demeanor?"

Looking at this scene, Wang Xuebin remained silent for a long time. Are people now so aware of each other?

If Ma San in the world of masters had this enlightenment, he would not have been killed by Wang Xuebin!

You said, why don’t you have a Japanese man and not a traitor with backbone?

When Miko of the Western Association saw Wang Xuebin standing there, she frowned and thought he wanted to repent. While activating the magic, she stared at the gun vigilantly.

Suddenly, Wang Xuebin's expression tightened, he tapped his feet and jumped to the ceiling.

And where he left, a pair of hideous claws suddenly penetrated the tatami and broke out of the ground!

Miko, the Western Association, seized the opportunity, rolled over, jumped out of the window, and disappeared.

Wang Xuebin didn't have the intention to chase him, but instead grabbed the ceiling with one hand, hung it on the ceiling, and looked at the monsters emerging from the ground solemnly!

No, this is not a monster, it should be a zombie!

The ferocious claws did not catch anything, as if they were very angry. They split their hands and broke through the tatami and crawled out of a broken wooden coffin.

emmm...is the coffin produced by their Wang Ji Funeral Store!

It is also a luxurious collection of four corners and seven stars!

It's so generous!

......

At Dongpinggou Pier, Ma Sir took Weizai and Lin Sir, carrying a password box, with a solemn expression.

"Ajiu!"

"Boss Ma!"

Uncle Jiu was wearing a yellow-green shirt and trousers and greeted the people.

"I didn't understand what was said on the phone. What happened?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ma Sir turned around and took off the suitcase, handed it to Uncle Jiu, and said in a deep voice:

"It's a long story, let's talk while walking!"

Uncle Jiu took the suitcase, frowned, nodded solemnly, and led everyone to the place where he lived.

"...Is the murderer of the corpse thief case the person who sent the invitation?"

Ma Sir, who was walking in front of the wheelchair, nodded when he heard this.

"Junlan said so, and said there would be danger, so he went there myself!

We were worried because we couldn't contact him and didn't know where he went, so we were anxious to find this place!"

Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment when he heard this and said slowly:

"Don't worry, just about the means, Guanlan is not inferior to me, and he is calm and composed. If he is not sure, he will not go on a risk!"

Even though he said so, Uncle Jiu still speeded up.

When he got home, Uncle Jiu did not care about entertaining a few people, but went straight into the house to take out the gossip mirror and came to the yard.

"You guys sit there casually, I'll do some tricks to see where Guanlan has gone!"

Seeing these people standing there blankly, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but say politely.

After saying that, he nodded to the few people and ignored him.

Move a table of Eight Immortals, place it in the center of the courtyard, arrange the magic tools for the method, open the suitcase, pick out the invitation with a peach wood sword, and place it carefully on the table.

"You stay away!"

Uncle Jiu’s experience is not comparable to that of the younger generation Wang Xuebin. Although he has not done anything yet, he has guessed what will happen.

Seeing that several people retreated one after another and hid behind the tree, Uncle Jiu felt relieved to do the trick.

"The shiny wheel is full of all, the mysterious scenery is clear, the gods open the door, there are high-ranking masters, and the qiong crown and feathered clothes. I wish to bring spiritual energy to my return date. I am afraid!"

Accompanied by Uncle Jiu's mantra chanting, the Bagua Mirror reflected a ray of light, emitting an image on the misty sandalwood.

In the picture, the originally quiet and elegant Wano Sakura Restaurant has become a mess.

First, a woman in red ran out barefoot and embarrassedly, and not long after, a group of waiters in kimono fled in panic.

Looking further inside, in the courtyard, there was a hideous zombie wearing a bright purple shroud, a money chain mail, and holding a samurai sword. She was chasing someone crazy and slashing.

"Ah! Brother Wang!"

A Lian, who had just returned from picking the vegetables, saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaim.

That's right, the person who was chased by zombies in the picture was Wang Xuebin.

In Wano Sakura Hotel, Wang Xuebin, who was avoiding the attack of zombies, felt aware and frowned and looked at the void aside.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and the spell of Jiu Shu who was far away in Dongpinggou suddenly failed.

'Bang!'

Just as the spell failed, a trace of mysterious light flashed across the four-level chrysanthemum pattern on the invitation, and the Eight Trigrams Mirror used to cast the spell exploded instantly.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu was prepared and the people in the courtyard were not injured.

"Uncle, what's wrong with Brother Wang? He's being chopped with a knife!"

Uncle Jiu looked solemn. When he heard A Lian's words, he couldn't help but shake his head and explain:

"This is not a human, it is a zombie!"

"Zombies!!!"

"That's right, it's still a zombie raised by someone with the evil spirit. Not only does it move quickly, but it also does not have the weakness of ordinary zombies. It's very tricky!"

"Ah! Uncle! Brother Wang is the best to me, please save Brother Wang!"

Hearing A Lian's words, Uncle Jiu smiled helplessly:

"Save? How to save? Zombies come out of the coffin, and blood is fierce. Now, I can only rely on Guanlan himself..."