I can smash the planet with my thoughts

Tsing Yi Street is very close to Tongpan Yamen, and the straight-line distance is only 1 kilometer.

Lu Li arrived here by car and stopped on the side of the road to wait patiently.

At the same time, Xiaocha and Chen Zhizhong also arrived at the "Meeting Hall" early.

The place was noisy and full of people. People from the patrol bureaus, traffic department, martial arts association, and the Wuwei Army, as well as the yamen related to public security, were all here, chatting and making connections.

Of course, Xiaocha was once again treated like a star.

Everyone was particularly concerned about her lifelong affairs, which made the girl miserable.

Fortunately, several senior officials and leaders arrived one after another, and everyone quickly stood up, not daring to say anything.

Xiaocha stared at the podium nervously.

I saw Zhang Tongpan sitting first on the right hand, Xia Weixin and Jiang Haiyan taking the second and third positions respectively.

Fan Shouyi was the last one to arrive and walked slowly towards the "explosive cylinder chair".

Xiaocha put her hand into her trouser pocket and grasped the remote control.

At the same time, he lowered his head and observed the target's movements with his peripheral vision, ready to detonate at any time.

But just as Fan Shouyi was about to take his seat, Zhang Tongpuan suddenly stood up to greet him, and the two of them bowed and started chatting.

"Master Fan, I can't get through the Yang Ming Sutra. What's the problem?"

"Also, the Taiyin Lung Meridian in this hand is also a little uncomfortable..."

Zhang Tongpan asked two questions in succession, and Xia Weiyun looked disdainful next to him.

[As expected, this person likes to take advantage as rumored, and wants to prostitute himself for free. An inside view of a master of god-refining]

Jiang Haiyan also noticed this, with a hint of impatience on his face:

"Let's have a meeting first. If Zhang Tongpan has any questions, he can talk to Mr. Fan alone after the meeting."

"What Miss Jiang said is that we will have a meeting then."

Zhang Tongpai was respectful on his face, but he was slandering in his heart:

[Those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, how can they understand our difficulties? It is easy to meet a master in refining the gods]

But at this moment, Fan Shouyi took the initiative and said: "Zhang Tong is in high spirits. I will pay him a visit after the meeting."

Hearing this, Zhang Tongpan showed a playful look and said pointedly: "Then... I will respectfully welcome you."

Fan Shouyi also looked deeply at each other, and the two of them seemed to have kept silent about everything.

Xia Weiyun's expression turned cold: [They want to talk about promoting Bingpo San! 】

[The man named Zhang is famous for his big appetite. Fan Shouyi took the initiative to come to the door. He seemed to be in a hurry.]

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A group of senior officials and leaders were passing glasses on the stage, but they refused to take their seats, which made Xiao Cha very anxious.

Chen Zhizhong stood next to him with a solemn face and his heart beat wildly:

[What on earth does this girl want to do? 】

Yesterday, he only answered all Xiaocha's questions, but he didn't ask about specific plans. After all, the less we know about this kind of thing, the better.

Just when one of the two was anxious and the other uneasy, the big shots on the rostrum finally completed their communication.

Fan Shouyi finally returned to his seat and sat down.

I saw him flicking his official robe and sitting neatly on the "explosive cylinder chair" with a very handsome posture.

But I am still thinking about things:

[Zhang He is in charge of punishment and is a very suitable candidate. But this old dog is so greedy that he may make the lion open his mouth...]

At this moment, Fan Shouyi suddenly shivered!

"Not good! It's [Spirit Sense] warning!!!"

The keen senses of a warrior, coupled with the super-fast thinking brought about by refining the gods, will give people a mysterious and mysterious "spiritual sense".

To put it bluntly, it is - extremely accurate guessing and a premonition of danger!

At this moment, Fan Shouyi felt that something bad was going on and was about to jump away.

But he was distracted before and his reaction was a little slow. At this time, fire was already coming out of his butt!

It was Xiaocha who saw the beast sitting down and immediately pressed the button twice to detonate the "anti-tank mine".

I saw a dazzling column of flames spurting out from under Fan Shou's butt.

Although this person didn't have time to escape, a layer of... "honeycomb shield" composed of countless regular hexagons immediately appeared on his body.

This thing that often appears in science fiction works is the body protection spell that Fan Shouyi condensed with his mind, and it is also the last hope.

It's a pity that when faced with directional blasts that can paralyze tanks, it's really not enough.

The translucent "honeycomb shield" was easily penetrated like a layer of toilet paper, and then turned into fluorescence and dissipated.

Along with the shrill screams, Fan Shouyi was engulfed by the violent waves of flames.

Then there was a violent explosion that shook the earth and the mountains. A big hole was opened in the roof, and gravel and rubble crashed down.

Everyone screamed and fled, and the three senior officials stood in a safe place in a flash.

Xia Weiyun happened to see the dissipated fluorescence of the "Hive Shield" and his expression condensed:

"The "Six Colors of the Virtual Realm" was easily penetrated... This is by no means an ordinary explosion!"

But Jiang Haiyan's focus was not here, she roared:

"Where's Mr. Fan! Check if Mr. Fan is okay!"

The sound rolled out, suppressing the slight panic at the scene.

Everyone looked around and soon found Fan Shouyi in the ruins.

He looked dull, but no injuries were seen. Apart from being dirty, nothing seems to be wrong?

Jiang Haiyan stepped forward and said anxiously: "Master Fan, are you okay?"

Fan Shou murmured: "My, my butt hurts..."

Jiang Haiyan looked at his butt, and his expression changed drastically - Fan Shouyi's part below the navel was gone!

All the internal organs were exposed, and it was only the strong vitality of the Marrow Cleansing Stage that kept him alive.

But with this kind of injury, even if you are in the Xiantian realm, you will die, it is just a matter of time.

Jiang Haiyan was trembling all over and said in a trembling voice: "Thieves! Thieves! How brave! Blatantly assassinate the imperial official!"

During the Chinese New Year, Lu Li gave her a big gift. She probably shouldn't think about it this year.

At this time, Fan Shouyi was still whispering that his butt hurt.

Xia Weiyun thought about this person's usual appearance and joked:

"Master Fan, you have no butt, it shouldn't hurt anymore~"

As soon as these words came out, Fan Shouyi's originally dull expression suddenly froze, and his eyes stared over, blooming with bright stars!

The next moment, with a sharp roar, the "peach wood sword" shot out, targeting the mean-mouthed Xia Weiyun!

"I didn't do it! Don't come at me when you're done!"

Xia Weijun dodged sideways, and the mahogany sword passed by his arm dangerously.

After half a second, blood suddenly spurted out from the arm, and there was already a big gash!

But the peach wood sword failed to hit a single blow, and turned around nimbly like a bird. The sword body exploded with a sonic boom shock wave, and came with a bang!

This thing has a speed of about 400 meters/second and a weight of 500 grams. It not only contains terrifying kinetic energy, but also is magically sharp.

Xia Weiyun didn't dare to fight hard, so she could only dodge continuously, but couldn't dodge them all. In the blink of an eye, three bloody cuts were made on her body.

The body of a blood-transformed warrior who is immune to rifle bullets is as fragile as a potato!

The others were afraid of being accidentally injured, so they kept retreating and did not dare to get close.

Xiaocha was secretly glad that this thing was very powerful and intelligent, so fortunately there was no direct conflict.

Fortunately, it was a flashback. After three strikes, the Taomu Sword lost its power and became crooked before his eyes.

Fan Shouyi reluctantly made a hand seal, causing the peach wood sword to fly back, piercing his forehead and stirring at the same time.

Shockingly, he killed himself, or his body and soul were destroyed!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Tongpan's face was full of regret: "The soul in the Fetal Breathing Realm can do a lot of things, what a waste."