Supernatural: the Opening Host Approached Science

"Just this strength"

Wang Hai looked at Jiang Han and sneered.

Jiang Han shook his head, "Have you heard that your Kongtong faction has a boxing technique called Qishangquan?"

"Shit, that's just a made-up punch in a novel."

Wang Hai sneered.

5.5 "Then you'll soon find out if that's a fabrication."

Jiang Han smiled lightly.

He didn't use his strength, he had to play it slowly.

With his current power of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Great Truth, it only takes one ten millionth of the power to kill this guy.

But that was so boring.

Two idiots from the psionic energy bureau are here, it is really inappropriate not to let Xuan Yue play with him.

Chapter [-] Come on, let's be unlucky together!

Wang Hai still wanted to say something, but the next moment, there was a sudden explosion from his fist, and his entire arm was shattered inch by inch, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Wang Hai's complexion changed drastically, but he couldn't wait for him to react, and muffled noises continued to sound. Obviously, although Jiang Han's finger only used a little strength, it also caused extremely terrifying damage to him, one of the five emperors.

Wang Hai's face was pale, and at the same time, blood spurted out without money.

His eyes widened, Qishangquan was joking, "Xuanyue, I'll leave the rest to you, after all, you came first, you are the eldest, he is the second, you, the eldest, can do everything you can. to the boss's responsibility."

Xuanyue is not very cold about Jiang Han's words, but he is very interested in... teaching Wang Hai a lesson.

This was also a time when he was finally able to gain the upper hand. Although he was relying on Jiang Han, he would not let go of this opportunity.

"Don't you have five emperors in your Psionic Energy Bureau? You two plus Qin Leng, who are the other two and where are they? Let's collect them!"

Jiang Han was very interested.

"I know a little more about this matter. Apart from these five people, apart from...Qin Leng, Xuanyue belongs to the Xuantian Temple, Wang Hai belongs to the Kongtong School, and there are two others, one is Shi The monk Xing belongs to the White Horse Temple."

At this time, Lao Jianxian stood up to solve Jiang Han's confusion.

"As for the last one, it is very mysterious. No one knows the origin, but the strength is very strong. The opponent is not only a martial artist but even a warlock."

"Then let's find the other two, and if we find them, we'll collect five 55s.

Hey, who made me have a habit of collecting, if I don't collect all five 55s, I'm always uncomfortable."

Jiang Han's words made Xuanyue and Wang Hai's expressions turn ugly at the same time, but they are not Jiang Han's opponents.

"Amitabha, so many ghost soldiers, just make the poor."

At this moment, a Buddha's horn sounded.

Everyone looked over, not knowing when a monk appeared in front of everyone.

"Monk Shixing!"

Xuan Yue and Wang Hai shouted at the same time after seeing the monk.

This means that when Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, Jiang Han also looked over.

This monk is probably in his twenties or thirties, with a golden cassock and a handsome face, it is estimated that some women will scream when they see it.

This is simply a mistress killer, but unfortunately, how did you become a monk? "Daoist Xuanyue, benefactor Wang Hai, it's great that you are here too.

Did you gather these ghost soldiers?"

Monk Shi Xing looked at the two and spoke.

"These ghost soldiers are originally ghosts stranded in the mortal world. They shouldn't exist in the mortal world. In this case, it's better to let the poor monk save them!"

The monk folded his hands together, and a faint golden light bloomed from his body, and the golden light became more and more powerful, just like the sun.

Xuan Yue and Wang Hai looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Unlucky can't let the two of them have a look of schadenfreude in anticipation.

Since this monk Shixing ran into each other, he couldn't blame them for being unkind.

Monk Shixing sat on the ground and was about to recite the scriptures, but at this moment, a sword fell directly in front of him, and the slightest difference would pierce his body.

"Monk, what do you want to do to my ghost soldiers?"

Monk Shi Xing raised his head, facing the last cheek full of sneer.

"This benefactor, I am saving these.... dead souls, this is a relief for them, and it can also increase my merit."

Monk Shi Xing watched Jiang Han put his hands together.

"I don't care if you want merit, but what do you mean by overcoming my ghost soldiers?"

Chapter [-] Only the wicked need merit

Jiang Han stared at Monk Shi Xing coldly.

"The donor misunderstood. It's not that I only increase the merits of one person. The donors and everyone sitting here will increase the merits."

Monk Shi Xing looked at Jiang Han and explained.

"That's their business, but what do you mean by using my ghost soldiers to increase merit?"

Jiang Han asked angrily.

"And do you think I am a person who lacks virtue? Only people who lack virtue will find ways to increase my virtue. You are calling me a lack of virtue."

Jiang Han's words made the monk Shixing, who had read the scriptures all over, unable to think of any rebuttal words for a while.

"Donor, even if it's not for ourselves, for these... poor souls, we should let them free."

The monk Shixing looked righteous.

"That's your idea, it has nothing to do with me, and I'm not interested in this kind of thing either."

Jiang Han said in a cold tone.

"In short, you are not allowed to touch these ghost soldiers of mine, and now you are my belongings, stay with the two pieces of goods with peace of mind..!"

The monk Shixing frowned.

"The poor monk doesn't quite understand what the donor said."

"If you don't understand, then I'll let you understand."

Jiang Han stretched out his palm, and the Fen Tianjian inserted in front of the monk Shi Xing flew out and landed in Jiang Han's hands.

Jiang Han slashed with a sword and went straight to the head of the monk Shi Xing.

Monk Shi Xing's body radiated a golden glow, blocking the sword.

"Does the donor want to fight the poor monk?"

Monk Shi Xing's expression did not change, and he was also extremely proficient in combat.

The golden light on the body spread, and the monk Shi Xing was about to attack Jiang Han.

Just before waiting for the golden light on his body to expand Jiang's cold laugh, the True Qi on the Fen Tianjian suddenly increased.

The golden light on Monk Shi Xing's body instantly shattered, and then the blade followed his neck.

"I advise you not to fight with me. Although I don't want to kill you, I'll give you a bite: I'm still very happy."

Jiang Han said slowly.

The monk Shi Xing was still calm, looking at Jiang Han without hesitation: "In this case, the poor monk has surrendered."

The power gap is huge.

He wasn't going to give it away for nothing.

The words of the monk Shi Xing made everyone around him roll their eyes, but this monk is... slick.

With the monk joining the team, the entire team... is about to gather all the forces of the Psionics Bureau.

The only ones left were Qin Leng and the mysterious Mr. Wuming.

The three here looked at each other, but they were very curious about the battle between Jiang Han and Wuming, to see which of the two was stronger.

As for Qin Leng, it is similar to their strength. Although they are jealous, they don't pay much attention to it.

It didn't take long for everyone to walk this time, and the sound of fighting came from a distance.

The scale of the battle seemed to be huge, and even before watching the battle in the distance, Jiang Han could already feel the coldness and ghostly aura in the air.

The one fighting in front should be Qin Leng, and only Qin Leng can release such a cold air.

Jiang Han ordered everyone to speed up Zhao Zhao Zhao, and soon they saw a large number of ghost soldiers besieging the two.

It's just that the two besieging people didn't seem to care about these ghost soldiers, because they could easily destroy a group of ghost soldiers with any move.

One of the figures is Qin Leng, and the other is a man with an expressionless face and ordinary facial features.

This man is unpredictable, whether it is infuriating or magic.

Qin Leng, on the other hand, responded to all changes without changing, and the two fought on the same level for a while.

Chapter [-] She covets my body?

The arrival of Jiang Han and others did not have much impact on the fight between the two.

The two still fight how to fight or how to fight, and even more violently with each other.

Jiang Han looked over with interest.

What he cares about is the one on the other side... Wuming, the other party's method seems to be very fancy, like a fellow practitioner of Fawu.

The people behind Jiang Han seemed to be a little bit eager to move.

The problems in the psionic energy bureau have been around for a long time, and it has not been a day since the cultivators and warriors rejected the ghost hunters.

When they can repel Qin Leng, this Psionic Energy Bureau truly belongs to their world.