Super Treasure Hunter

She also saw one of them kicked at each other, and the other side avoided him. His kick hit the stone pillar of the bridge, and one of the thick stone pillars was directly shattered by a single kick. How big is that? Strength?

"Feifei, what are you looking at?" Jiang Yunfei's friend Han Mi walked over and took Jiang Yunfei's hand and asked curiously.

"Mi Mi, look at the bridge!" Jiang Yunfei said to Han Mi in some panic.

Han Mi looked suspiciously in the direction Jiang Yunfei said, and saw the two fighting on the bridge, her eyes widened for a while, "God, is that a martial arts master?"

The conversation between the two attracted Li Hongfei and the others. They ran over to watch, and their eyes widened for a while, shocked.

"This is the real master! It turns out that the legend is not fake. Our country really has this kind of martial arts master!"

Li Hongfei, Liu Jin and others are extremely excited, you know, which boy does not have a heroic dream?

Just living in the current high-tech society, everyone knows that those heroes and martial arts masters are fabricated in novels, which are not true at all.

But now when they saw the fight between two people on the bridge with their own eyes, they no longer think so. Martial arts masters really exist. If they can also have this kind of skill, wouldn't they be invincible?

In the middle of the week, the fight with the middle-aged man became more and more intense, and it seemed to have entered a fever.

The middle-aged man, because of his high cultivation base and strong strength, stabilizes his head in the middle of the week. However, the middle-aged man practiced in the middle of the week is more advanced and has rich combat experience. It is not easy for the middle-aged man to defeat the middle of the week.

Gradually, the middle-aged man became a little impatient. After all, his identity could not be exposed. The longer the fight between the two lasts, the more likely an accident will occur.

According to his plan, he led the middle of the week out of the hotel, found a place where there was no one, and then used all his strength to kill the middle of the week as soon as possible.

But he miscalculated. Although he judged that Midweek's cultivation base was weaker than him, he did not expect that Midweek's actual combat would be so strong. It was impossible for him to kill Midweek for a while.

The middle-aged man avoided the middle of the week with a palm, and the two of them instantly moved apart.

The middle-aged man stared at Zhou Zhong with a sullen face, and said in a gloomy tone: "Boy, your actual combat experience is very strong, and you have escaped several slaying situations."

"I remember that in that small hotel before, you attacked me with mental power. At that time, I found your way because of my carelessness, but compared with my mental power, you really found the wrong target."

"For you stupid people on Earth, you don't know what true mental power is. Now I will let you see a real mental attack!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his mental power instantly spread, and a dagger was condensed in front of his body.

Because this dagger is condensed by mental power, outsiders can't see it at all, and only strong people with the same mental power can sense it.

At this time in the middle of the week, frowned slightly. For a true cultivator, the concentration period is to condense the consciousness and use the spirit to attack others.

It's just that the cultivation methods of the cultivators on earth are too backward, they can't even master mental attacks, and don't know how to use their mental power at all, but the week is different.

This middle-aged man wanted to rely on being a person from outer space and know how to use mental power, so he wanted to kill Zhou Zhong in this respect. He had countless calculations, but he didn't count that it was also from outside. From the air.

The middle-aged man roared, and the dagger condensed from mental power quickly shot towards the middle of the week.

And Zhou Zhong's mouth raised a sneer, "Is it true mental power? It seems that I should tell you how to use mental power."

As soon as the mid-week speech fell, two daggers were condensed from mental power in front of his body. One quickly attacked the mental dagger of the middle-aged man, and the other was the dagger that bypassed him and moved towards the middle-aged The man himself attacked.

Although the attack of mental power is invisible, the middle-aged man can feel it. He noticed that two extremely large mental powers condensed in front of Zhou Zhong, which was no worse than his mental power, and he immediately stared. Big eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt like being pierced by a sharp dagger in his mind.

"How is it possible? You actually use mental power? You are not a person on earth?" The middle-aged man's mouth was bloodshot, his mental power had been severely damaged, and he looked at Zhou Zhong in shock.

"Yes, I am not an earthly person. To be precise, I am a person who walked out of the earth. My name is Zhou Zhong."

"What? You are Midweek?" The middle-aged man stared in shock. Isn't Midweek the person they were looking for?

Unfortunately, the middle of the week hadn't given him a chance to continue thinking. At this time, he rushed to the middle-aged man and slapped him on the chest.

The third type of the Nine Dragon Soul Art-Dragon Soul Zhenshi, the middle-aged man was killed by a single blow, fell to the ground and died.

In the middle of the week, he squatted down and fumbled around on his body and found a lot of things, but for the middle of the week, most of the things here were useless to him.

Finally, he found a token and a small blue grass. This token is familiar to him. It is a token of the Tianhe organization. The people killed in the base of the Tianhe organization have the same order. brand.

He didn't care about this, because he had long suspected that the middle-aged man was a member of the SkyTeam organization.

What he is more pleased with now is this small blue grass, the concentrating grass. This concentrating grass is a kind of spiritual grass in the outer space. It is very helpful for the cultivation of the concentrating period and can help the cultivator to quickly condense the spirit.

This is exactly what we need most in the middle of the week. With this concentration grass, the cultivation base in the middle of the week can break through again.

Zhou Zhong ignored the corpse of the middle-aged man, and returned to the hotel with the concentrating grass. He needed to go to the Longshan Sect for further cultivation.

This Longshanzong must have something to do with the SkyTeam organization, and there may be other masters in the SkyTeam organization, so he must be fully prepared.

Jiang Yunfei, Li Feihong and others who were grilling by the river were frightened. The fight between the two had shocked everyone, and now one of them was killed.

Although they were far away and couldn't see clearly, they were sure that the person was really dead.

"We still don't want to barbecue here, let's go." Li Hongfei, Liu Jin and others didn't want to be involved in this incident, so the barbecue couldn't go on, and the group hurriedly left.

Shortly afterwards, the nearby police received a report. The hotel where Feng lived was not far from the bridge over the river, so after receiving the report, he went to the bridge with the police in the hotel.