Systematic Detox Center

Chapter 109 Guess

"Street lights are signs. No matter how the scene changes, it will not disappear. Just remember the route. That's it, let's go."

Ying Lingjun explained, opened the bracelet, and flew up.

Qu Zhi's cultivation level was pitifully low, and he had to rely on Ban Rixian to lead him to keep up with Ying Lingjun's pace.

A rank-three monk has cultivated a sea of ​​qi, driving qi like a stream, and his speed and jumping power have reached a transcendent level. He only needs to have a foothold, which is almost the same as flying.

Second-rank monks, flying in the sky is no longer a problem. Of course, some people like to flirt a little bit. Flying with the sword and flying with the sword all depend on personal preference.

Ying Lingjun obviously also took into account the strength of Qu Zhi and Qu Zhi. With his hands behind his back, he jumped up and down the tall building, neither too fast nor too slow.

Ban Rixian's body stirred up a burst of green energy, blowing on Qu Zhi's body, there was a dull pain, like a knife being scratched.

"Qu Zhi, Ben Gong won't let you lose face in front of your rivals, isn't it just that you can fly? It's like no one knows how to fly?"

While speaking, a strong cyan vortex erupted from Ban Rixian's body, and the low whistling sound was like an old-fashioned boiling kettle, humming straight.

call out!
Ban Rixian pulled Qu Zhi, and pierced the air like a sharp arrow, cutting a gap between the snowflakes floating in the sky.

"Stern-faced man, why are you so slow?"

Banri Xian floated beside Ying Lingjun as if nothing had happened.

Ying Lingjun glanced lightly at Qu Zhi, who was holding onto Ban Rixian's legs tightly, and did not respond to her provocation.

It's better to be faster, so as not to fight at that time and not be able to keep up with the rhythm.

call out!
The white-clothed figure violently trampled a steeple-shaped building. The next second, white snowflakes were seen shooting backwards at high speed, but the figure had disappeared.

"Qu Zhi, hold on tight, I'm going to speed up, I can't be compared to your love rival."

Ban Rixian clenched her teeth, and the storm vortex on her body erupted again.

The sound of chi chi was like tearing the air.

Qu Zhi kept the bracelet scanning the path, because Ban Rixian had tied him to himself with a tentacle-like energy when he was flying at high speed, otherwise with Qu Zhi's strength, he would not be able to catch him at all.

As for him hugging Ban Rixian tightly is just a natural physiological reaction...

The high-speed flight state lasted no more than three to four minutes.

Ying Lingjun stopped on the center line H of the helipad on top of a regular square skyscraper.

Not far away, the blazing light of thunder was dazzling, and the thunder was densely covering the sky like a spider's web. Countless electric snakes were crazily spitting out letters, which was extremely terrifying.

As for the snowflakes, they were turned into gas dust by electricity before they could form.

"Boom! Boom!"

What followed was continuous thunder that seemed to smash people's eardrums, and the entire sky seemed to be ground by the huge millstone behind the hidden black clouds.

drooping, gloomy.

What landed on H at the same time as Qu Zhi and Ban Rixian was a huge black sword emitting black smoke.

If Qu Zhi was just messed up by the wind, the five figures rolling down from the giant sword were the refugees who had just been rescued from the black coal mine.

Their bodies were scorched black, their clothes were torn, and they all wore smoking explosive heads.

Ban Rixian lightly kicked the pony lying on the ground with its buttocks pouted in a dog-eat-mud posture.

Immediately, the pieces of clothes fell straight down, and a naked pig appeared on the stage.

Not far away, Lu Sen patted his clothes unhappily and muttered:

"Lao Xia is so old that he still doesn't know how to control himself? Discharges everywhere."

However, when he saw Ying Lingjun who was deserted at the side, he immediately greeted him familiarly:
"Brother Ying, the injury will be healed? Are you here to compete with Brother Qu? You are indeed a person from the Bi'anhua System Rehabilitation Center, with quality."

Ying Lingjun ignored Lu Sen's joke and looked up at the sky:

"Director Lu, you should be very grateful that everyone is a high-quality practitioner."

The editorial bureau is in charge of preventing practitioners from greatly destroying the world, massacring ordinary people on a large scale, and destroying the peace of the real world.

Specifically, every country and every family is blessed by such an organization, and everyone only governs their own one-acre three-point land.

For Lu Sen, he needs to pay close attention to any strange monks who exceed the second rank when they come to his jurisdiction, but he will not worry too much, because it is not because the quality of practitioners is high.

It is the General Bureau of Editing in the north, which is guarded by a first-rank boss. If anyone dares to rely on his cultivation to make trouble, the first-rank boss will take action, and it will only take a moment to fight from the north to the south.

People who can cultivate to the third and second ranks will not be weak in intelligence, and basically there will be no people who live as long as a dog for a lifetime.

Therefore, there are conflicts between high-level guys, and if they don't want to die, they will obediently find the nearest crack to solve the problem.

As for the petty shrimp and fish in the pond, Lu Sen's strength is enough, and he can't make any waves at all.

Generally speaking, the systematic detoxification centers only take care of system affairs; the editorial bureaus take care of everything, but only in their own country.

In recent years, system hosts have been flooded, and more and more practitioners have encountered difficult system hosts.

Sometimes I will seek help from Bianhua, after all, Bianhua is more skilled and experienced in dealing with various hosts that emerge in an endless stream.

Of course, Bianhua is not doing voluntary labor. Generally, through the hands of the editorial bureau, most of the hosts will actively cooperate with the rehabilitation center, admonishing tasks, and the rehabilitation process will be easier.

So far, the two parties have a friendly cooperative relationship.

"Yeah, the recent cultivators are quite high-quality and don't like to make troubles, but the system host is a bit of a monster, Brother Ying should be alert, right?" Lu Sen said.

Ying Lingjun nodded and said:
"The system detoxification center only voluntarily detoxifies the hosts of the system. As for what happens to the rest of the hosts, our detoxification center is unable to govern."

The system host may also be a practitioner, and the affairs of the practitioner are the affairs of the bureau.

Although Bianhua is powerful, what remains unchanged is to maintain its independent middle position, and will not stretch out its hands randomly, let alone stand on the side randomly.

This is also the way of survival of the Bianhua in the past dynasties, when the forces have changed and fluctuated.

Lu Sen was not surprised. Ying Lingjun's reply was just a unified standard answer. It is not so easy to use the power of these local snakes.

"Brother Ying is just too modest. No one knows the name of Bian Hua in the cultivation world... Well, Brother Ying, why don't we guess who will win?"

amount.

Isn't this playing cards according to common sense?
Ying Lingjun had just figured out the answer to the first half of the sentence, but Director Lu Sen suddenly changed his subject, which made him a little astonished.

"Winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists, and everything is possible."

This is too official.

Lu Sen shook his head helplessly, and turned his attention to Qu Zhi:

"Qu Zhi, why don't you guess who will win?"

Qu Zhi looked up at the thunder-covered sky, but he couldn't see a single person, so he guessed it was barren.

Negativity started to rise again...

(End of this chapter)