Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

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Lin San and Liu Qingfeng stood opposite each other.

Lin San narrowed his eyes: "Liu Qingfeng, right? Come on, show your natal ghost!"

heard.

Liu Qingfeng smiled lightly, his face was full of composure, and he flicked his right hand lightly: "I'm fighting with you, why use my own ghost?"

When Lin Xiao on the side heard this sentence, a series of black lines drew across his head.

Nima.

This guy, why is he even prettier than himself?

It really is that blue comes from blue and is better than blue!

"What do you mean by that?!"

Lin San frowned, his tone sullen.

"Ghost controller, what's the use of relying solely on natal ghosts? If your own strength is not enough, no matter how strong natal ghosts are, there is an upper limit! You have cultivated for decades, but you still haven't understood this simple truth. You deserve it all your life. super ghost slayer."

Liu Qingfeng was loud and powerful.

"This……"

With these words spoken.

Lin Yi and the others all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Even Zhan Changan in the office's eyes froze.

What Liu Qingfeng said is correct. For a ghost slayer, the strength of the natal ghost determines the lower limit of the ghost stalker, and the strength of the ghost slayer itself absolutely determines his upper limit.

As long as there is a stronger natal ghost, the strength will not be too bad.

But if one's own strength is not enough.

So……

Cultivation will stop.

Zhan Changan never expected that such an obscure question would be understood by such a young man in his twenties.

"It seems... not only Lin Xiao is a genius, but his apprentice is also not simple."

Zhan Changan murmured.

"Boy, you are quite crazy. Okay, since that's the case, let me try it out. How is your strength!"

Done.

Lin San took the lead in attacking, stomping his feet hard on the ground.

The figure directly turned into an afterimage, galloping towards Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng only felt the gust of wind blowing his face, and in the blink of an eye, Lin San's casserole-sized fist had already come in front of him.

"Come!"

Liu Qingfeng let out a roar, and instead of dodging, he raised his right fist to meet Lin San's fist.

"Ok?"

Yuan Zhan on the side frowned into a Sichuan character, "Lin Xiao, the breeze supports you..."

Bang! !

Before Yuan Zhan finished speaking.

The fists of Liu Qingfeng and Lin San collided fiercely.

Immediately after...

Lin San's body, like a kite with broken strings, flew upside down and hit the ground heavily.

A deep pit suddenly appeared.

This……

When everyone saw this scene, the scene became completely silent and became dead silent.

This was completely, beyond everyone's expectations.

Nobody expected...

As an S-level ghost slayer, Lin San can't beat Liu Qingfeng, an A-level ghost slayer, in terms of physical strength alone!

"Yuan Shuai, what did you just say?"

Lin Xiao turned to look at Yuan Zhan and asked with a puzzled expression.

"what?"

Yuan Zhan was startled, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

"Oh."