I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Fang Qingran's eyes moved slightly as Yu Lang's roar echoed in his ears.

'Martial arts supernatural powers? '

He involuntarily focused on the other party.

I saw the extremely violent spiritual flame burning on Yu Lang's body, and the muddy ground standing under his feet was overwhelmed and cracked every inch.

"Extremely! Burn!"

The naked skin of his whole body was bursting with blue and black tendons. He straddled his left leg to the side, took a horse step, stretched his palms forward, and twisted and entangled ten fingers on his chest to form a strange Indian pattern. .

Seeing this situation, Fang Qingran unsheathed both swords at the same time, without any hesitation, swung out a dozen or so sword qi condensed into words.

The word "fire" turns into a phoenix singing, spreading its wings and soaring;
The word '雷' attracts billowing thunder, which strikes down in the air;
Words such as swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks condense into substance in the void, forming a weapon that shoots away...

But no matter what kind of attack it is, as long as it gets close to Yu Lang's body for three steps, it will be like bumping into an invisible barrier, and it will be eliminated.

"You also want to stop the display of supernatural powers?

The bus will continue to leave. "

It feels a little different from the imaginary scene of life and death?
With a thought in Fang Qingran's mind, he lifted the statue of guard, and what caught everyone's eyes was the familiar asphalt road.

"Brother Fang, look here!"

If he hadn't mastered the extremely burning state, he might not be able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of that martial arts supernatural power just by the increase of the glazed flame from the spiritual burning state.

Suddenly, Fang Qingran paused.

Mo You, who was full of energy, leaned against the milk tea shop opposite the headquarters of the Ministry of Public Security and waved to him.

[Regular Script Shou: Draw your own energy and interweave it into an indestructible image of defense. 】

Yu Lang let out a hearty laugh.

She stepped onto the bus step by step.

"Fang Qingran."

Yu Lang, the leader of the Dulong Gang, is the only unstoppable powerhouse.

While speaking, he did not forget to observe the changes in the boy's expression all the time, and immediately added two sentences:
"Soon, let's go through a process!"

The bus leaves.

"Should I really be worthy of being a top student of Tianshu Academy?

Waiting in place for a long time, a number of police cars from the Ministry of Public Security roared up.

dream! "

He stepped towards the other side.

Sitting on the seat near the window, when the bus started and was about to pass the boy on the side of the road, she mustered up her courage and opened the window suddenly:

Fang Qingran couldn't tell that at this moment, the other party's spiritual flame was burning with life force, using the true soul as fuel!
He really didn't understand right now.

Fang Qingran responded aloud.

After a while, another circle of silvery-white star wheel with radiant flames was raised.

Everyone present couldn't help casting their gazes at Fang Qingran.

Its six hands hold six magic tools, such as the umbrella and the magic weapon.

Now Yu Lang is not only defeated by the young man in front of him, but even lost his life here, doesn't it mean...

"Hey, are the people in the car in front dead?

"You go first."

"Fang Qingran!!"

Why did I hear someone calling Wei Zhian that guy? '

"Supernatural powers and magic Luo came to the world!!"

Fang Qingran admitted without hesitation.

"Student Fang, don't you get in the car?

Fang Qingran did not refuse.

"Stand behind me."

Get in the police car of the Ministry of Public Security and go to the headquarters of the Ministry of Public Security. The whole recording process is indeed as Hua Chaojin said, unexpectedly efficient.

Anyone present could tell that the space they were in was about to collapse.

Although no one said it, no matter who they are, they all regard the young man as their backbone.

"Student Fang, thank you!"

In times of crisis, he was calmer than usual.

boom!
Almost at the same moment, Mo Luo waved the magic weapon and smashed it down!

"What flavor do you want to drink?"

Some female passengers wept with joy.

He concentrated his mind and tried his best to deal with Mara formed by the power of supernatural power.

Fang Qingran was just about to return to the bus, when she suddenly remembered something and turned her head to look back.

The uncle greeted other passengers present.

The leader of the top gang who ruled the [-]th district of Tianshu City, the Martial Daoist of the Unending Realm, just died here peacefully.

Fang Qingran's voice was very soft, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Ministry of Security, Hua Chaojin."

But when the other party mentioned Wei Zhi'an before his death, he couldn't help but remind him of the sentence that the other party cursed angrily at the moment the space was broken.

His lips moved slightly, opening and closing with difficulty, as if making some mouth shape.

"This matter has nothing to do with the Dulong Gang, it is Wei Zhi'an who manipulated me to attack you."

He looked left and right, looked up again at the Mara he had summoned, and in the man-made cave that was about to be shattered, an unharmonious curse echoed:

The martial arts level of the two of them is about the same.

The next moment, the urging sound of a car horn pulled them back from excitement to the real world.

In the next moment, her voice was drowned in Dongtian Bengsha and Yu Lang's roar.

"Although we've heard about it from Ms. Mo, I'd like to ask you to confirm it yourself. The leader of the Lone Wolf Gang, Yu Lang..."

Great, he wished that every junior could be so capable, and he would be willing to squeeze him into early retirement!
He pondered for a while and said:
"Student Fang, can I trouble you to go back with us and make a record?"

Everything about him is coming to an end, only the spewing spiritual flame, whose strength keeps breaking through peaks one after another.

"Well, I killed it with my own hands."

"Ci...this...thing...du...long...wu...guan...wei...wei...holding...fucking...controlling...I...you..."

I have to say, this guy is still a little difficult to deal with.

Hua Chaojin smiled a little stiffly.

He roared angrily, and Mo Luo, who was holding the law enforcement device, turned his palms and pressed down.

"Wei Zhi'an, I'm fucking your mother!"

Hua Chaojin's eyes kept moving back and forth between Yu Lang's corpse and Fang Qingran underground.

His muscles, which were as solid as a rock, slowly melted under the action of an invisible force, and his appearance became more and more old, with a bent back.

"ended."

Fang Qingran shook hands with the other party.

When he came close to Yu Lang, his eyes fell, and he unexpectedly found that this person's chest was still slightly heaving.

With only one breath left, Yu Lang opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Oh……"

The slowly rotating star wheel sprinkled a little bit of stardust, and suddenly, the boy's back was in her field of vision, and it seemed to overlap for a moment with the god she imagined.

"Hurry up and escape!"

It is 30 meters high, the whole body is crimson, with everted fangs, three eyes and six arms.

Fang Qingran, who drew the word 'Shou' with his sword, was slightly taken aback.

For an ordinary person, with such a serious injury, he would have died long ago. However, with the support of the powerful vitality of the Unending Realm Martial Daoist, Yu Lang still has a breath.

Mo You pouted towards the milk tea shop.

The opponent is still alive.

She couldn't help blurting out.

Standing in the statue of guardian, feeling the constant vibration, Fang Qingran looked inside himself and observed the consumption of the glazed flame.

The young man held two swords in his hands, his chest was breathing up and down, and a layer of star veil was gradually covered over the bathrobe.

Passengers huddled together to keep warm made eye contact with each other.

Hearing someone calling himself, Fang Qingran, who tried to interrupt Yu Lang's attack by various means, looked sideways:
"There is no escape."

Is it broken down or not? If you have any problems, just pull aside quickly. Do you know if the traffic is blocked in the middle of the road? "

How much hatred?How much hate?
This made him start to doubt himself, thinking carefully whether he had forgotten something, such as killing the Dulong Gang and other tasks.

Fang Qingran looked back suddenly, at the door of the car, a little girl from the same school as him asked timidly:

Fang Qingran read the lips that were not easy to distinguish.

The glazed flames in the depths of the dantian seemed to be inspired by a mysterious force, and came out through the body.

It really is a boy born from a hero...haha...hahaha..."

Fang Qingran didn't have any surprises in his eyes when he found out that it was senior sister Mo You who called him.

'This guy is risking his life! '

Through the wound with some granulation, one could vaguely see the slowly beating heart inside.

"Young man, don't fight with others there, you should run away quickly!"

Jumping to the top of a black tree in the swamp, his tone was very calm.

Ji Xintong in the crowd looked at the rising star wheel, his pupils lost focus for a moment.

The gust of wind blows, Yu Lang's clothes burst, and behind him slowly gathers an illusory, angry and fierce look.

Sister Mo You was able to contact the Ministry of Public Security, and the body of the head of the Dulong Gang was indeed better left to professionals.

Arranging the sentences, it is easy to come up with a complete sentence:

After repeating in a low voice, when he wanted to ask something, Yu Lang tilted his head to one side and swallowed his last breath.

The ground trembled under his feet, and the sky above was filled with cracks that exuded a destructive aura.

At this moment, his eyes, which were completely occupied by rage, suddenly regained a trace of clarity.

The other party's limbs were all broken, where there were hands and feet, only a few pinches of burnt ashes remained.

The collapse of the entire small space, no matter which corner you escape to, as long as you are still in this space, it is impossible not to be affected.

But at this time, it is not the time to think about these things.

"Huh? Is this the end?"

Yu Lang's skin was shriveled, and his height had shrunk to less than 1.5 meters. His eyes were wide open, and he slowly pushed forward with his Indian-style palms. The terrifying pressure suddenly crushed the black wood under Fang Qingran.

"What should I do?"

After communicating with senior sister Mo You and waiting for the arrival of the Ministry of Public Security, he couldn't help thinking about Yu Lang's last words before he died.

The leading staff of the Ministry of Public Security took the initiative to report their families.

Many people embraced excitedly.

According to what he knew from Mo You, this student named Fang Qingran is only in his first semester of college right now!

His body was exposed to the sun, and a gust of westerly wind blew by, blowing the charred ash all over the ground with the wind.

Because of this, when Fang Qingran challenged Wei Zhian to a duel, he would not mind punching Wei Zhian hard in the face for the opponent.

He did not recognize the other party, but combining the two information of the Dulong Gang and the Immortal Realm, the identity of this person was ready to be revealed.

He fell to the back of the young man in front of him, and raised his voice:

“Ordinary bubble tea bar.”

Why does Tianshu Academy have one or two extremely perverted freaks popping up every now and then?
The juniors are all so powerful, he is probably going to die on the beach with this front wave!
Hua Chaojin sighed inwardly, the smile on his face was so full that it could not be melted away.

"I, we're back!"

Naturally, Fang Qingran would not believe Yu Lang because of this one-sided statement.

'Am I underheard?

The calm back standing in front of him like a pinnacle of calming the sea seems to have an inexplicable appeal, unknowingly, calming the nervous and fearful hearts of the passengers.

The young man in a bathrobe was reflected in her eyes. Her heart, which was beating violently due to anxiety and fear, not only did not return to calm at this moment, but the beating became more and more intense.

Fang Qingran recalled the supernatural power displayed by the other party, and nodded slightly to express his approval.

After the words were finished, the aunt who noticed that the other passengers in the car looked weird smiled, she blushed inexplicably, lowered her head, and covered her face with her hands.

Walking out of the gate of the headquarters of the Ministry of Public Security, he was about to take a bus to the Trial Pavilion when a female voice stopped him.

He and the gang forces in the eleventh district can be said to be old rivals. He has fought Yu Lang no less than ten times, and he has never been able to tell the winner.

The ordinary passenger, whose footing was unstable, fell to the ground with a dazed look on his face.

In the van parked behind the bus, poked his head out, and shouted angrily while beating the horn vigorously.

On the side of the asphalt road in front of the bus, a thin and small man with a feeling of malnutrition was lying on his back.

Mo Luo hit after hit without giving him any time to breathe, and it lasted for nearly a full minute like this.

Ji Xintong obediently responded.

But within two laughs, his face twisted into a painful ball.

After the shock disappeared, he sensed the outside world for a moment, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his back to everyone:

"Sister Mo?"

Once he couldn't stop it, he might be able to survive relying on his strong physical body and resilience, but probably none of the other passengers in the car would come back alive.

The unmanned bus stopped quietly not far behind them.

Stars and dots of light shone on the veil of stars, like the stars holding the moon, guarding it.

Under the guidance of 'Shou', a illusory but real glass-colored bust rose up from the ground with a face that could not be seen clearly. It spread its arms, hugged them forward, and bent down to protect Fang Qingran and the passengers in its body.

The driver hurriedly ran to apologize. Seeing this scene, some of the other passengers glanced at their watches, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurried back to the bus without caring about anything else.

His calf dug straight into the parched swamp.

The scolding is so sincere!

"If there were gods in the world, it would probably look like this..."

It was he who took the initiative to contact senior sister Mo You and met here.

As for that?
Didn't he send a younger brother of the Dulong Gang out of the Trial Pavilion?
He doesn't know if the one who sent him to the trial pavilion is dead or not, but if the burning continues, the one who came to retaliate must have no way out.

Fang Qingran took out her mobile phone and dialed Senior Mo You's number.

Fang Qingran thought for a while.

He turned his head again and looked at the staff of the milk tea shop:
"But no pearls."

Mo You followed suit and ordered a cup of fruit tea.

The two of them held a super large cup and drank for a long time, when Mo You suddenly remembered the reason for his visit.

"By the way, Brother Fang, you said on the phone that you wanted to discuss something with me. What kind of thing is it?"