How can you become a devil if you don't work?

Chapter 56: The Sea of ​​Blood Shakes the Sky! (Seek to follow up)
Anping Road.

A blue Volvo slowly turned in and stopped on the side of the road.

Xu Zongqi, who combed his hair meticulously, got out of the car and closed the door, turned his head and looked around.

Not far behind him, another white Lavida barely stopped, less than ten meters away.

Seeing that Xu Zongqi didn't notice at all, Nangong Yuanxiao, who was on the co-pilot of Lavida, was quite surprised and said to the driver beside him:

"You are a strange thing, it's so close that he didn't even notice us."

"of course."

Zhao Wou-ki's white and fat round face showed a touch of arrogance:
"Although Zixuyu is only a Yellow Pages-level rare item, its effect is no worse than that of a Red-clothed one.

After wearing it, as long as you read the name of the designated person silently, it will completely ignore the wearer and the things within three meters around him.

Although we are so close to him now, in his eyes, we are no different from pebbles on the side of the road. "

Just as he was talking, he saw Xu Zongqi walking towards this side straightly.

Nangong Yuanxiao was surprised.

Zhao Wuji was also very puzzled.

Then I saw Xu Zongqi unzip the zipper and aim at the passenger door——

Ziliu...

Ziliu...

Water splashes on the car windows.

A strong smell hits the face.

The muscles on Zhao Wuji's face were beating uncontrollably.

He tried to bear it twice, but found that he really couldn't bear it.

"Stroller, I just washed the car!!"

Zhao Wuji turned around and was about to pounce on him, throwing an iron gate at him to smash the bird.

Nangong Yuanxiao next to him hugged his waist:

"Brother Zhao, forget it, forget it, he did it unintentionally, please forgive him this time."

After persuading for a full 3 minutes, he held down Zao Wou-Ki who almost ran away on the spot.

Nangong Yuanxiao wiped the sweat off his forehead, only to feel that the smell in the car was really heavy.

He held his breath and said to Zao Wou-ki:

"Brother Zhao, he is leaving, let's follow quickly."

With a sullen face, Zhao Wou-ki started the car.

Now the two of them could see that Xu Zongqi parked on this remote road just for convenience, not to see anyone.

Fortunately, after this round, Volvo didn't drive for long, and finally stopped again.

This time, it was parked on a relatively lively alley, and passers-by were constantly coming and going.

Looking at Xu Zongqi who picked up the gift box and got off the car, it was obvious that he should have arrived at his destination.

However, when the other party passed by them, he seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and walked around a little.

Zhao Wou-ki got out of the car expressionlessly, staring at Xu Zongqi with eyes like swords.

Nangong Yuanxiao let go of her nose and took a deep breath, but she still felt that there was still a faint smell on her body... as if she had been soaked.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at Xu Zongqi who was about to disappear at the fork in the road, he quickly said to Zhao Wuji:
"Brother Zhao, we should go."

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at the pale yellow car door, clenched his fists, and strode forward with a sullen face.

Turning into the side road, you can see that the small road inside is more lively than the outside.

Migrant workers sitting on small stools and sisters-in-law are everywhere on both sides of the road.

Those who don't have stools and chairs can simply use a hard hat to pad their buttocks.

Each of them carried a plastic box or a fast food box, with a layer of rice on the bottom, and piles of meat slices, braised eggplant, meatballs, fried hairtail and other dishes on top, and miamia was delicious.

So much so that Zao Wou-ki and the two of them were starving as they walked.

"12 yuan a piece, [-] dishes to choose from, this meal is really good, let's put one here later?"

Nangong Yuanxiao glanced at the menu board of a nearby restaurant and suggested.

Zhao Wou-ki nodded, not forgetting to keep up with Xu Zongqi who was walking in front.

And soon, Xu Zongqi was seen stopping in front of a small stall.

He bowed and greeted a young man with a smile on his face.

The young man in a yellow knight uniform holding a large basin smiled heartily, invited the other party to sit down, and treated the guests to dinner.

Xu Zongqi didn't refuse, pushed the gift box to the other party, and went directly to the nearby fast food restaurant to choose dishes.

Seeing this scene, Zao Wou-ki and Nangong Yuanxiao looked at each other for a while.

No matter what, they couldn't connect the young man with Xu Zongqi's gift recipient.

Of these two, one is a senior head of the Heping House, who holds great power, has extraordinary experience, and has a calm mind.

The other person looked similar to a normal person, except for a bigger appetite and a little handsome, there seemed to be nothing particularly noteworthy.

"Maybe the other party is accepting gifts for the master behind him?"

Just as he was thinking, the yellow knight unpacked the gift box on the spot, picked up the secret martial art in the wooden box, and opened it directly while eating.

Seeing this scene, no matter whether it was Zao Wou-ki or Nangong Yuanxiao, they no longer had doubts about the identity of the rightful master, and then they became very serious about it.

The guy who can make Xu Zongqi willingly spend three red-clothed rare items as a gift, even if the other party is just a three-year-old child, they will never underestimate him.

Not to mention that the young man is likely to be a secret martial artist.

"Let me use my true martial arts eyes to investigate your details!"

Nangong Yuanxiao stood up straight with a solemn expression.

Mystic warriors are different from sorcerers and fusers. They don't have obvious energy fluctuations, and they are no different from ordinary people at first glance.

But secret warriors belong to extraordinary professions after all.

If it was before the spiritual energy recovered, they might all be too strong, not to mention firearms, just take a hand crossbow or something, and it would be no problem to fight on the spot.

But with the coming of the spiritual tide, all kinds of supernatural forces in the world revived, and the secret warrior also had the possibility of breaking the shackles of the human body.

This also makes them look similar to ordinary people, but their actual combat ability is extremely terrifying. There are not a few practitioners who have been killed by secret warriors in history, and there even existed secret organizations that specially trained secret warriors to become killers.

It's just that such people are too rare, and it is difficult to inherit and practice, so their reputation has not been obvious.

However, the outside world knows very little about secret warriors, but there are many methods of judging strength within secret warriors.

Martial Dao True Eye is a method that is often used.

All secret warriors will awaken their own spiritual awareness after breaking through the boundaries of the human body.

This kind of spiritual sense is very mysterious, and it can indicate a crisis in a battle, so as to avoid the opponent's attack in advance and reduce the damage.

And after reaching a certain level, the spiritual sense can be transformed into the true eye of martial arts, and further can even be condensed into martial arts will.

Although Nangong Yuanxiao has not reached the realm of martial arts will, he has been condensing the true eye of martial arts for three years.

The true eye of martial arts can clearly see the distribution of qi and blood on the opponent's body and even the weak link of the attack, which is of great use in actual combat.

Outside of actual combat, with the true eye of martial arts, one can judge the opponent's strength very clearly.

Nangong Yuanxiao happened to meet a secret martial artist in Qinghu City, so naturally he wouldn't hurry up to make an appointment for a fight, or put on an air of being a child of an aristocratic family to overwhelm him.

But it is inevitable to observe the details of the opponent with the true eye of martial arts.

Nangong Yuanxiao closed her eyes, then opened them suddenly.

There was a faint white light shining in his eyes, and through this white light, the whole world outside became very pale.

A lot of blood appeared in the paleness.

All the passers-by turned into scarlet humanoid qi and blood clusters.

Everyone has more or less blood.

The young one is completely blank, with only a trace of blood left, that is the old man who is dying.

A lot of qi and blood filled the whole body, especially the lower abdomen gathered the most, it was a young man with a strong physique who could be hardened seven times a night.

A little more, it will be Zhao Wuji whose qi and blood are as thick as pulp, which is so abundant that it keeps escaping to the outside.

a little more...

Nangong Yuanxiao saw the whole crimson sky.

That is the majestic Qi and blood that churned endlessly and gathered like a sea.

Below it is a funnel-shaped crimson smoke column that is thousands of meters long.

Abundant qi and blood smoke continued to rise from below, pouring into the crimson sea of ​​clouds above.

He lowered his head stupidly, looking at the source of the bloody smoke.

Then he saw a burning sun.

"Ah! Eyes! My eyes!!!"

Nangong Yuanxiao wailed mournfully.

The corner of his eye suddenly split open, and blood burst out.

The Martial Dao True Eye was instantly burned to the point of being scattered by the terrifying Qi and blood.

One should not look directly at the sun.

The same is true among secret warriors!

While Nangong Yuanxiao covered her eyes and screamed.

Su Mo, who was studying the secret martial art on the opposite side, also looked up in surprise.

Hearing the other party's yell so miserable, he couldn't help standing up, and asked cautiously:

"Are you OK?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the other party became even more terrified, and while hurriedly backing away, screamed like a little girl who encountered a robber:
"Don't come here! Don't come here!!"

While retreating in a panic, he accidentally stepped on the ground and fell to the ground. The bang bang of his head hitting the stone slab gave people a headache.

But even so, he still scrambled and scrambled desperately to escape backwards, like a fish that landed on the shore, frantically struggling to escape from the chopping board.

Su Mo watched helplessly as he fell twice, did a split once, bumped his head into an electric pole, overturned a table and was covered in soup, and finally nearly fell into a small river by the side of the road before he was helped away.

It wasn't until he was taken away that there was a buzz of discussion in the alley.

Xu Zongqi, who had finished cooking, looked at the disappearing figure of the other party, and asked in surprise:
"Which hospital is this mentally ill?"

Su Mo said helplessly:
"I just wanted to remind him that his pants were on backwards, who knew he would react so badly?
That's all, I won't talk about this kind of thing in the future. "

Su Mo shook his head, and continued to study the secret martial arts, not taking this trivial matter to heart.

three hours later.

Qinghu Contemporary Bright Hospital.

Ward 304.

Nangong Yuanxiao, who was wearing a white hospital gown, was lying on the hospital bed, with gauze wrapped around his head, and his eyes were blindfolded.

Zao Wou-ki sat on the stool next to him, peeled an apple and handed it to him, with a vicissitudes of tone:

"We've been busy for a long time, and we haven't had a bite of hot rice, so let's eat an apple to cushion our stomachs."

Nangong Yuanxiao took the apple, her fingers still trembling slightly, as if she hadn't recovered from the previous shock at all.

Zhao Wuji said helplessly:

"You should tell me clearly what happened. Now that you are in a dazed state, who would believe that you are from the Nangong family?"

It seems that the surname Nangong stimulated him.

After a while, Nangong Yuanxiao let out a breath slowly, with a look of depression and emotion in his expression:
"You are not a secret martial artist, so you don't understand the shock that the scene just brought to me. In fact, let alone me, if anyone in the family came here, the performance would not be much better than me. After all, it was [Blood The sea turned the sky] ah."

"The sea of ​​​​blood? What is that?"

Zhao Wuji frowned and asked.

Nangong Yuanxiao paused, and explained in a calm tone:

"Our secret warriors are different from your fusion practitioners and magicians. We pay more attention to cultivating ourselves and tapping our own potential.

Every time we upgrade, it is actually equivalent to a release of our own potential.

But the potential will not be released for no reason, which requires the secret warrior to have an extremely large amount of vitality.

The more qi and blood, the easier it is to break the shackles of oneself and release the potential hidden in the deeper layers of the body.

Theoretically speaking, as long as we control enough energy and blood, we can even improve endlessly.

This is a completely different path than you fusions and sorcerers.

But this path also has its own problems.

First of all, it is very difficult to get started. You need to temper your body to the limit of the human body, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Secondly, the progress of the secret warrior's realm is relatively slow, and it is not like a magician who can level up quickly like a rocket.

In the end, secret warriors will also encounter their own bottlenecks.

Such bottlenecks generally fall into two categories.

One is the inability to store a large enough amount of Qi and blood.

The other type is the inability to control a large enough energy and blood.

I won't tell you the details.

As long as you know that the secret warriors who can solve these two bottlenecks are peerless geniuses selected among the secret warriors, they are often accompanied by extremely miraculous qi and blood visions.

[Blood Sea Turning the Sky Phenomenon] is one of them. "

Having said that, Nangong Yuanxiao's expression became extremely complicated:

"I thought that the qi and blood visions recorded in the historical materials were all used to fool people, but I didn't expect that they would actually appear in front of me now, and the condensed level of qi and blood alone would be enough to make my martial arts eyes collapse... ...Who would dare to believe such things before experiencing it for yourself?"

Zhao Wou-ki had a general understanding of the strength of that person.

He picked up an apple from the bag, and asked unwillingly:
"Then who is more powerful between him and our Lingzhu?"

"Master?"

Nangong Yuanxiao's expression suddenly became weird:

"I know that secret warriors in the world are too rare, making it difficult for you to grasp their strength, but if you compare with that senior, let alone your lord, it is the one where your Peace House is stationed in the provincial capital. It is absolutely impossible to be his opponent!"

"Pfft" sounded.

The apple in his hand shattered instantly.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't realize that his hands were full of juice and pulp, and his face still had a horrified expression.

Others may not know the strength of the chief in the provincial capital.

But how could he, as the head of the real power squad who has been in office for more than a year, not know?
That first seat is a real powerhouse of the 8th rank!

Even the first seat is not an opponent, then...

Zhao Wou-ki's mind went blank.

Sweat profusely!

(End of this chapter)