spirit walker

86 Hold the call
Entering the hall of the villa, Zhang Yuanqing glanced around quickly, then rushed to the second floor.

He stopped at the stairs on the second floor, the door of the room at the end of the corridor was closed.

Standing at the door was a burly, tall, middle-aged man, wearing a black vest, muscular and fierce, like a thug or bodyguard in a movie.

The villa was quiet, except for the strong man guarding the door, there was no one else.

"Wang Qian's sister should be inside. Xiahou Tianyuan kidnapped her here. Tsk, if you bring her with you, you will get all the stolen goods. I will call Fu Qingyang directly."

He poked his head out to observe the layout of the second floor. In his direction, there was a surveillance camera facing the room where the strong man was.

If I were Xiahou Tianyuan, I would definitely have someone stare at the surveillance probe 24 hours a day, and if there was any abnormality, I would immediately support Zhang Yuanqing and retract his head silently.

At this time, the time for the night tour was over, and he leaned his back against the wall of the stairs, thinking while recovering his strength.

In the current situation, there are two options to choose from.

One: Leave quietly and inform Fu Qingyang to send someone to rescue the "hostage".

Two: Get rid of these robbers and take away Wang Qian's sister.

The first option seems to be safer, but after the intervention of the official adept, his identity in this matter is bound to be exposed.

Xiahou Tianyuan will know that it is the great Yuanshi Tianzun who destroyed his plan.

In the past, Zhang Yuanqing was not afraid, he had made great achievements and had many cards in his cards.However, with the example of sister Wang Qian, he has to consider whether Xiahou Tianyuan, who has no bottom line, will investigate his identity and then attack his family.

Car accidents, sudden death, these methods cannot be procedurally just.

And he didn't make a solid plan to assassinate Xiahou Tianyuan.

In comparison, the second plan is more reliable. The premise is that he can make a quick decision without revealing his identity. What Xiahou Tianyuan suspected at the first time must be the people from the Killing Palace, not the great Yuanshi Tianzun.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully considered the feasibility of the second plan:
"It is impossible for Xiahou Tianyuan to send people from the Saint Realm to guard an ordinary person. A walker of this level will not do these rough jobs. The biggest limit is a level 3 walker sitting in the town. Xiahou's family is a professional family of 'Bachelors'. There is no shortage of props, among this group of people, there must be one person who controls props, at least one.

"The middle-aged strong man at the door gives me the feeling that he is very similar to a fire master. He has a deep breath, but the breath of the few outside is not enough. This person should be the strongest."

After weighing it up, he decided to take a risk. First, he would kill the three people outside as quickly as possible, and then kill the strong man at the door before Xiahou Tianyuan's men arrived.

The third-level fire master who controls the props is very powerful, and it is a challenge for him.

"If it doesn't work, use the red hijab. But the body must be destroyed." Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself: After all, she is my child's mother.

He chose to save people single-handedly, not for Wang Qian, but partly for the anger in his heart and revenge on Xiahou's family, and partly for the little teaser.

If you train someone's son to be a spiritual servant, you should repay the favor.

After clarifying his thoughts, Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out the disguise ring.

He has already figured out the function and limitations of this ring. After wearing the ring, he can change into that person's appearance by visualizing someone's appearance in his mind.

The restriction is that you can't change your sex, and you can't become more handsome than your original appearance.

[Remarks: Don't you have any idea what you look like? 】

That's what I mean.

Putting on the ring, Zhang Yuanqing visualized Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance in his mind. After a few seconds, his appearance distorted like water waves. When the ripples calmed down, he had already turned into Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance.

Enter the state of night tour and go downstairs quietly.

In the backyard, three middle-aged people sat around a round table, basking in the late spring sun, drinking beer, eating food, and chatting.

"Speaking of which, that woman is quite pretty." The middle-aged man with a big belly who was facing the living room lightly stroked his belly, hehe encouraged his companion, and said:

"Brothers, do you want to have a good time? Master Tianyuan is just using her as a bargaining chip. If you don't die, you will succeed, and you won't care about it."

The two companions did not take the bait, one was eating barbecue, the other was drinking beer, and said:

"Sure, you can call and ask for instructions. If Master Tianyuan has no objections, then we'll go in and deal with her."

The middle-aged man with a big belly smiled bitterly and said, "I'm bored, let's have some fun."

His expression froze suddenly, and he stared straight at the living room. On the thick carpet, at the door of the living room, a pair of brand new red dancing shoes fell together.

The scene was eerie and terrifying.

The middle-aged man with a big belly shrank his pupils and hurriedly warned: "Behind, behind you"

The two middle-aged men shuddered and turned their heads sharply.

When the three people's attention was attracted by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a big belly, covered his mouth with his left hand, and held the bloodthirsty blade with his right hand, and wiped lightly on the carotid artery.

When the two middle-aged men heard the dull "whoosh", they immediately turned their heads and saw the terrified face of the middle-aged man with the big belly, the fountain of blood gushing from his neck, and the young man with blood spattered sideways.

"Master Tian Yuan?" The expressions of the two were shocked.

Suddenly, they wasted too much time, Zhang Yuanqing swung a knife and stabbed the chest of the middle-aged man on the left.

The opponent instinctively reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly missed it, and the thrusting willow blade shattered like a bubble.

illusion.

The next moment, his back felt cold, and blood gushed out.

"Ye, Ye Youshen?" He spit out these words angrily and unwillingly, and slowly fell to the ground.

On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to respond, he saw the strange pair of red dancing shoes rushing towards him.

He instinctively swung his fist to meet him, but he heard a crack, the bone in his wrist pierced the skin, and his fist hung on his wrist.

Bang bang bang!
The red dancing shoes stomped on the kidnapper's chest continuously and vigorously at an extremely fast speed.

The middle-aged kidnapper flew backwards and never got up again.

The whole process takes less than ten seconds.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and stabbed the bloodthirsty blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, allowing the bewitching demon's weapon to suck enough blood.

Holding the handle of the knife, he felt a hot and majestic force pouring into his body.

The slight fatigue caused by the continuous night tour dissipated, and even the physical condition surpassed the usual peak.

The passive of the bewitching demon - bloodthirsty.

Holding the bloodthirsty blade in his hand, Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the living room grandly. Just as he stepped on the soft carpet, a swift flame lit up by the door, blowing his head off.

But this is just an illusion.

The strong man in the black vest put on red fingerless gloves on his fists at some point, and when he hit nothing, his expression was slightly taken aback.

At this time, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the strong man like a ghost, stabbing his heart with a knife.

Ye Youshen's attack was silent and impossible to defend against, but the moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin and pierced the muscle, the fire master fell forward with amazing reflexes.

"God of the Night" the burly man in the black vest rolled over and raised his eyebrows: "You are not Master Tianyuan, who are you?"

At least if the defense is broken, he will continue to bleed Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other party's words, closed the door of the living room, and then hid himself, waiting for the opportunity to move.

At the same time, he quietly took out the Tianchan stove, kicked it under the sofa, and gave the Red Dance Shoes a kill order.

Da da da. The red dance shoes ran briskly towards the middle-aged man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to come around from the left, trying to pinch the fire master with the red dance shoes.

If he had enough time, he could completely reproduce the record of killing Ou Xiangrong in the underground garage. Unfortunately, not every battle can have such good conditions.

"Humph!"

The burly man in the black vest snorted coldly, his gloved hands burst into flames, and he punched the red dancing shoes.

He quickly experienced the helplessness of his dead companion. Flames and fists pierced through the attacking dancing shoes, followed by two "bang bang" sounds, and severe pain in his chest.

The huge flying kick caused his heart to stop suddenly, and he staggered back.

opportunity!

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his body and ran towards the enemy like a cheetah. At this moment, he saw the strong man in the black vest hit his heels with a pestle, stabilize his figure, and hit his fists hard on his chest.

"boom!"

Like a high-explosive grenade exploded, heat waves and shock waves raged across the huge living room, carpets, sofas, and wooden cabinets were ignited, and high flames rose.

Zhang Yuanqing was also blasted out, almost fainted from the pain all over his body, his hair was curled up, his clothes were on fire, and black and red bleeding marks appeared on his face.

The burly man in the black vest turned pale, and seemed to have been backlashed by the explosion. He rushed over fiercely, his back muscles swelled, and his right arm clenched his fist and pulled back.

Snapped!The air seemed to tear.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was half-dizzy, couldn't dodge, chose the most correct response, stretched out his hand to grab in the void, and grabbed a yellow orb.

The next moment, a fierce fist landed on his face.

Bang, bang, bang. A muffled sound echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, and heavier fists landed on his face and chest.

He seemed to have forgotten to resist, and he staggered back after being beaten, and even his back steps were extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

A khaki-yellow halo covered his body, causing tiny ripples in circles. The power of the fist passed through the defense of the "Stable One" orb and poured on him. It was painful, but bearable.

Da da da!
The red dancing shoes came to rescue the useless master, and they stepped on the fire master's waist with great force.

Zhang Yuanqing finally seized the opportunity, immediately withdrew the orb, held the knife forward, and the tip of the knife pierced Fire Master's abdomen.

At this time, the strong man in the black vest spontaneously ignited and disappeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

In the next second, he appeared in the flames not far behind Zhang Yuanqing.

fire line!

After the strong man in the black vest appeared, he immediately kicked out a blazing fireball.

With the hot wind coming from behind, Zhang Yuanqing rushed forward at the fastest speed, let the fireball fly over his head, and hit the wall not far away with a "boom", hitting a large area of ​​scorched black.

As soon as he fell down, before he had time to enter the night tour, the second and third fireballs hit him one after another.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled sideways, avoided the first fireball, and was hit by the second fireball in the waist. His clothes instantly ignited, and the burning pain hit him.

Boom!

Two flying kicks gave him a chance to breathe again, and Zhang Yuanqing's tumbling figure disappeared.

The burly man in the black vest dodged a frontal stampede, and suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the night tour god who disguised himself as Master Tianyuan, quietly emerged from the left, and swung his knife across.

"Hmph, ghostly trick!"

This time, he didn't take the initiative to attack, but instead popped out a line of fire with his fingers, easily shot through the sneak attacking Ye Youshen, causing the opponent to disappear into nothingness.

But at this moment, the eyes of the burly man in the black vest darkened and he lost his vision.

His heart trembled, and he made a decisive decision. His fists collided with each other on his chest, creating terrifying flames and shock waves.

boom!
The air wave shattered the TV set, overturned the bonsai, and the living room burst into flames.

The burly man in the black vest was relieved that he was not attacked. At this time, his vision recovered and the coolness above his head disappeared.

Suddenly, an itchy feeling climbed up his throat, and he couldn't help coughing, the coughing became more itchy, the strong man in the black vest bent down, his face flushed from coughing, and he fell down on the floor, his hands and feet were sore and numb.

The red shoes seized the opportunity and attacked frantically, trampling on the strong man in the black vest again and again.

On the stairway leading to the second floor, Zhang Yuan watched all this quietly, with a "tearful" round baby at his feet, holding the owner's trousers with his small hand, and pointing at the middle-aged man in a black vest with the other hand, accusing himself Was terrified by him.

Just now, it was Xiao Doubi who lay on top of Huo Shi's head, and Zhang Yuanqing manipulated it to change his vision.

The purpose is to force the strong man in the black vest to use the "explosion" method again, because Zhang Yuanqing was keenly aware before that this is a tactic that kills one thousand enemies and harms eight hundred.

All of this was to pave the way for the "poisonous hair". When he stabbed the back of the strong man in the black vest with a knife, Zhang Yuanqing developed a style of play.

Use the red dancing shoes and bloodthirsty blade as consumption, and use the Tianchan Furnace as the ultimate move.

The toxin in the Tian Chan Furnace is continuously volatilized. Theoretically speaking, one inhale will be poisoned. However, the toxin is weak at first, and ordinary people can bear it, so it takes time to accumulate.

But if the target person's physical condition is very bad and weak, the immunity will definitely decline.

Therefore, he made a plan to consume the enemy with the pursuit of the red dancing shoes, the bleeding of the bloodthirsty blade, and then the Tianchan stove to end the battle.

And when he used the Tianchan Furnace so boldly just now, he was not gambling, but he was sure that his immunity would be stronger than that of the Fire Master, and the strong vitality and self-healing ability of the Yeyou God were his confidence.

Fire Masters do not have such a passive skill.

Seeing that the fire master finally stopped moving under the trample of the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing was still worried, and threw the willow blade as a throwing knife with all his strength.

The sharp blade was nailed into the opponent's lower abdomen, so he felt relieved, and without further delay, he groped for the Tianchan Stove under the overturned sofa, and put this bronze-based, ebony-body prop back into the inventory.

Then, he took back the bloodthirsty blade, the red dancing shoes, and the pair of gloves in the fire master's hand in turn.

At this moment, the flames had already started to spread, burning blazingly, tending to engulf the entire living room.

Zhang Yuanqing seized the time, rushed to the second floor, leaped high, and smashed the monitoring probe with a punch.

thump thump thump. He ran up the corridor with the elm floor, and soon came to the door. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's pupils contracted violently, and he stared at the door.

A mobile phone lay there quietly, the screen of the mobile phone was on, and the call was on hold.

Caller - Xiahou Tianyuan!
(End of this chapter)