The Strongest Earth Mentor

In the dim living room, Chen Wan was sitting in anxiety, and his heart seemed to be suspended above the abyss, whether to fall or not to climb, the despair that was about to be destroyed, he almost lost the ability to think.

On his face, there was no confidence that everything in the past was under control. Even if the sky was cracking, the confidence that he could only support it with one hand became uneasy. The whole person was lying on the leather sofa as if he had lost all his strength.

He breathed deeply, as if hoping to rely on this action to remind himself of the existence, or to change the cold iron reality at the moment.

Once he, such a deep breath can trigger a little tide of Reiki. A large amount of Reiki will be attracted by such movements, drawn into the body by him to swim in the meridians and be refined, and eventually become his own spiritual power. In other words, he can gather these auras and condense them into a spell.

But now, all this is impossible.

The aura in the air still exists, the spiritual power in the body still exists, but he just can't mobilize it at all.

Breathing deeply, the warm air was deeply drawn into the lungs, but when the warm air entered the nostrils, it seemed to suddenly become as hard and cold as ice, and every time made his lungs hot. pain.

why?

Why it came out like this? Am I doing something wrong?

He asked himself for the thousandth time, asking Cangtian, and also asking about the fate of the emptiness and unpredictability.

Beside him, Zhou Weisheng Tieqing sat with his face, as if he had lost the strength to speak.

But although he didn't speak, Chen Wan saw the eyes of the young Zhou Dao through the dim light, so dark and deep.

Shortly after the last time I saw this look, the guy who had offended Zhou Dashao, who had no good at all, disappeared completely in this world, and there was no news since then.

This time...

Who will be Zhou Dashao's goal?

alone?

Chen Wan is well aware of Zhou Dashao's temper. He can't rub the sand in his eyes. He usually looks atmospheric and firm. But once disobeyed. It will break out, and there will never be a half break.

But it doesn't matter anymore, if Chen Wan would be worried a moment ago, but now. He didn't care anymore.

What is the point of being alive if you lose your strength? Then destroy it. Then destroy it with the world of drunk gold fans around you, this noble, high-ranking Zhou Dashao!

Chen Wan's face showed a crazy smile, and his eyes jerked wildly.

"Mr. Chen. Are you okay? The surname Yang is okay? You said that the rules of the metaphysical world are there, and the surname Yang is not afraid to mess up. But now, how do you explain?"

Zhou Weisheng's cold voice came and stopped in Chen Wan's ear. As if coming from a distant sky, that is not true. That's ridiculous.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

But he still resisted, just said lightly: "The rules of the metaphysical world are used to protect ordinary people. The exception is for ordinary people to die. You sell things to others. People have given money, but they don’t. Willing to give things to others, do you think it makes sense in metaphysics?"

Zhou Weisheng's face suddenly turned red, screaming angrily: "Mr. Chen, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, isn't it the case?"

"Mr. Chen, please remember which side you should stand on! Don't forget, every year you don't have to collect the offerings from my Zhou family!" Zhou Weisheng took a deep breath, forbearing his anger, saying one by one.

Now he must rely on this bastard, otherwise, with his temperament, how can he allow this person to do so?

"Relax, take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. I still understand the truth." Chen Wan lazily said, then stood up and looked back at this magnificent living room full of European palace style, laughing at himself. Smiled.

Looking at the luxurious and restrained furnishings around him, the faintly visible inlays of gold and gemstones, the best wool felts and rugs from the Middle East, the rich color and deep artistic atmosphere, all made him fascinated and longed for.

But now, in his eyes, all this is no different from a pile of broken tiles.

He smirked, and said in a long voice: "Take people's money to eliminate disasters for people. I will do my best. Chen Dashou, you'd better prepare things, but not every metaphysical monk will be like me, Begging for pity for the wealthy!"

He didn't look back after talking, and walked away.

"boom!"

Zhou Weisheng punched **** the coffee table. The fist was cut by the edge of the coffee table, and blood bleed out, painful. But he still clenched his fists tightly, and the pain of the heart penetrated deeply into his heart, but made him clench his fists more and more.

remember! remember! Remember this moment! Remember the pain at this moment!

Yang Chen, one day, I will repay all the humiliation of today!

At this time, the door at the back of the living room was opened, and Wang Meimei walked in dimly in pajamas: "Brother Zhou, why didn't you sleep?"

Then she reacted and wondered: "Why, why are the lights so dim?"

As she walked towards the wall with the switch, she reached out to turn on the lights a few more times. At this time, she only heard Zhou Weisheng sigh: "Don't turn on the lights!"

"His..." Wang Meimei was frightened by Zhou Weisheng's voice, and quickly shrunk his hand back. "Ouch, scare me. What happened to Brother Zhou? What happened?"

Zhou Weisheng's voice seemed to bring coldness from hell: "Yang Chen is here."

"Come, come, chant..." Wang Mei replied indifferently and suddenly understood, startled: "Yang Chen's boy is here?"

Zhou Weisheng nodded slowly.

"Then...then we..." Wang Meimei has some six gods without a master, just like the drowning man grabbed the last life-saving straw and looked at Zhou Weisheng, who he regarded as the most dependent: "Brother Zhou, what should we do?"

"Give him something!"

Zhou Weisheng said slowly, but Wang Meimei seemed to hear a thunderbolt in the clear sky, screaming loudly: "No! No! Never give that bastard!"

"To shut up!"

"No! No! Don't give!" Wang Meimei shouted exhaustedly, waving her hands hysterically like a lunatic.

Zhou Weisheng stepped forward and raised his palm.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and the whole living room became silent.

Wang Meimei pressed her face hard and looked at Zhou Weisheng dull.

In the other party's eyes, there was a blazing flame lurking, and she looked at her eyes fiercely, saying word by word: "Give him something, you have no choice!"

After a pause, Zhou Weisheng continued: "Neither do I!"

The tears of Wang Meimei came out violently at this moment, and the sadness in the living room became a river.

"Because, we are too! Weak! Small!" Zhou Weisheng's eyes cast outside the villa, his body full of gloomy breath and fierce. It was like a remnant wolf abandoned by the ethnic group. On the barren savannah, he gritted his teeth to face the lion who had taken away his only fruit-belly food, leaving only the murderous.

"thump……"

Wang Meimei sat down on the ground, unable to say a word.

"Mimi, remember, remember the shame at this moment. One day..." Zhou Weisheng, regardless of whether the floor was clean or not, sat next to Wang Meimei and made this action he would never do before, he Arm around Wang Meimei: "Meimei, one day..."

"One day..." Wang Meimei muttered this sentence unconsciously.

"One day!" In Zhou Weisheng's eyes, there was only a raging fire.

"One day!" Wang Meimei gritted her teeth, pumping the cool air, and blood was bitten from the corners of her mouth.

Walking around in a chaotic villa, Chen Wan didn't want to control what Zhou Weisheng would be behind, but just walked coldly, as if he was an outsider, completely ignoring how the bodyguards in this villa were chaotic. In a ball.

The bodyguards are not monks, they have no sense of Reiki, and of course it is not clear what happened, but even so, when that moment came, everyone’s hearts seemed to be crushed with a big stone, heavy, It was breathless.

This kind of disaster may happen, but the fear of not knowing what happened, soon infected all the bodyguards, even if these bodyguards were not from special forces or mercenaries. Many people have personally ended the lives of more than one person on the battlefield, and still cannot restrain this fear.

Because they face, it is not a force that humans can contend with.

In particular, several other monks other than Chen Wan were second-order and third-order. Once they found out that the external aura and the spiritual power in the body could not be called, that kind of panic would not end all day. The fear of these bodyguards.

"Senior Chen! Senior Chen! What's going on? Why is this happening?" A third-order Zhou family enshrined and crawled over and over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ crying at Chen Wan with tears on his face Cross-flow has completely lost its self-control.

Behind him, several other offerings also rushed forward, hoping that Chen Wan, the highest among them, would give them a sense of confusion.

They also enjoy the wonderful taste of being a monk higher than Chen Wan, and once they lose their power, they are extremely difficult to accept.

"It's really... local chicken tile dog!"

Chen Wan looked coldly at everything in front of him and muttered to himself: "Why didn't I find out before that they are so useless?"

"Senior Chen...Senior Chen!"

These people are still calling, but Chen Wan has no patience to entangle with them. He pushed away these people resolutely and irreversibly, came to the gate of the villa, and said loudly: "Yang Chen Daoyou, come on, I have already Are ready."

Yang Chen laughed and appeared at the door of the villa. Wang Xiancheng followed him step by step, like a small follower: "Chen Daoyou, don't come without any problems?" (To be continued.) Launch of the new website