Wanjie praise group

Chapter 22
Xu Ming and the monk from outside the territory happened to meet each other's eyes, but fortunately, a series of system prompts appeared in his mind.

"It has been detected that the match between the host Xu Ming and the Xuan-level low-level exercise "Suction Palm" is [-]%, and the study of "Suction Palm" has been completed."

Fortunately, Xu Ming spent a lot of time studying and comprehending "Baji Collapse". Although it is only a fragment, it has played a role in building a strategic plan.Now under the threat of life and death, Xu Mingfang can fully comprehend "Suction Palm" without any effort, so as to reach the state of great achievement.

But before he could make a move, his masked outsider cultivator had already struck with his palm.

Seeing this, Xu Ming could only dodge in embarrassment. The foreigner's palm slammed into the air, but a burst of smoke and dust and spoiled food were stirred up. , It exploded in an instant and turned into raindrops.

The foul-smelling "raindrops" fell on the foreign monk who couldn't dodge.

Naturally, the relationship between Xu Ming and his close neighbor cannot be spared.

But fortunately, there were many combat uniforms equipped with technology, and these rancid raindrops did not disgust him.

Although the outsider cultivator in front of him is a late-stage innate realm cultivation base, the gap in cultivation base has been quietly erased in front of Xu Ming who has comprehended palm sucking.

Seeing that the monk from outside the territory was sweeping away the rotten things on his body, Xu Ming saw that the innate energy condensed in his body was aroused by this, and the suction power in his hands increased greatly.

The monk outside the territory also felt a little change in the ant beside him, and then turned around and stepped towards Xu Ming with a murderous heart.

Turning palms into fists, the target was exactly where Xu Ming's heart was.

Xu Ming's sucking palm, which was already in the Dacheng realm, also took advantage of the situation, and he felt the pull in the air. It seemed that at the end of his palm, there was also a person who started a tug-of-war with him. Such Xu Ming also gritted his teeth and retracted his arm suddenly.

I could only hear a crackling sound like roasted beans appearing in my ears, and a black figure in the shape of a human flew over my head.

Then there was the ear-piercing sound of knocking over a shelf in the distance, and before he had time to face the smoke and dust rising behind him, Xu Ming received a system prompt from the Wanjie Like Group in his mind.

"After testing, the cultivator in the late stage of the Xiantian realm has died."

In front of Xu Ming's eyes, the name of the task was finally no longer zero, but one.

"Host Xu Ming can choose to complete the task immediately, or accumulate the task rewards again."

The faint smell of blood in the air mixed with the rancid smell and penetrated into Xu Ming's nostrils. Xu Ming didn't rush to make a choice but walked towards the pile of collapsed shelves.

He moved to remove the slightly rusted shelves, finally revealing the small half of the monk from outside the territory.

I saw that the robe this person was wearing before was now completely stained red with blood, and on his withered fingers was a square-inch ring like that of a fat monk. Xu Ming took it off carefully, and wanted to keep it in his pocket In the center, however, doubts arose.

These foreign monks do not have their own advanced technology and equipment, so why can they still kill themselves like tarsal maggots.At this moment, he recalled what Xue Feng said, and then suddenly realized.

It turns out that the key to the problem lies in the small square-inch ring in his hand.

This also explained the reason why Kuai Dao didn't take away the square inch ring under the fat monk. It was precisely because of the spiritual imprint contained on it.

What Xu Ming can be sure of is that there is no one in the barracks in this dungeon who can reach the early stage of the Xiantian realm like himself.

Because this is the realm division of monks outside the territory, the military system also calls it this way, but it is for the convenience of distinguishing and testing the difficulty of planning tasks.

Lord Buddha, Kuai Dao, including Treading Snow, were all transformed by the innate aura that suddenly merged into them, but there was no cultivation method or path for monks outside the territory at all.

Their ability to deal with monks outside the territory is not only the skill transformed by innate aura, but also the countless technologies mastered by human beings.

But Xu Ming is an exception. He not only has the burning blood of a monk outside the territory, but also has the identity of a surviving human being.

Afterwards, there is also the Wanjie Like Group, a tyrannical system that gathers big bosses. Xu Ming can't help being ambitious when he thinks of this.

He was just an ordinary nerd in the old world before, but who would have thought that now he has transformed into a character like the protagonist in a fantasy novel.

Such a drastic change of identity, how could Xu Ming not have a thought in his heart that he is the only one in the world.

But before Xu Ming could make any bold words, the cold reminder from the army system sounded like a slap in the face at the right time.

"Warning, there is still one and a half hours before sunrise. Please evacuate the members of the No. 3 team from the C[-] area in time."

Xu Ming naturally knew what the sunrise meant, that is, the invisibility effect of the black combat uniforms they wore would be greatly weakened, and the risk of being discovered by monks outside the territory would increase exponentially.

After hearing the reminder, Xu Ming looked at the Fangcun ring in his hand, and a plan to escape had already appeared in his mind.

He walked a few steps to the abandoned elevator room in the supermarket, struggling to open the closed elevator door.

The piercing, piercing sound, like a night owl scratching a wall, was extremely ear-piercing, but Xu Ming couldn't care less about it.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing the bottomless and musty-smelling elevator room.

Xu Ming then threw the square inch ring he just got into the dark elevator room, and there was a clanging sound.

He also hurriedly turned his head away, not forgetting to induce a trace of innate energy to flow into the fat monk's square-inch ring while running away.

Although the fat monk is in the middle stage of the innate realm, his spiritual imprint has become an ownerless thing.

After several attempts, Xu Ming finally broke it open.This square-inch ring really contained a world as described in the fantasy novels I read.

It's just that the cultivation base of the fat monk is no more than the innate realm, and the square inch ring he wears is already the worst in the sect.

The space contained in it was only the size of a normal backpack, but the things contained in it made Xu Ming, who was running for his life, almost vomit blood.

The small square inch ring is filled with various brands of Fat House Happy Water.

That's not all, there are also drinks of various flavors mixed in it, Xu Ming has been searching for a long time, but only found a small wooden token, but there is nothing else.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ming couldn't help but curse.

“What a superb!!!”

The moment Xu Ming broke the fat monk's Fangcun ring, the two monks who were chasing here couldn't help being shocked.

Because this situation had never happened before, they knew that those humans who survived could not break the spiritual imprint on the square inch ring.

Just like what Kuai Dao did before, it only took away the dark golden inner family, but did not touch the Fang Cun Ring, which was close to Chi Chi.

However, there was a change this time, which made the already gloomy face of the thin monk even more cloudy.

Then he said to another monk who was looking forward to him.

"Kill all of them, one cannot stay!!!"

The monk in the late stage of the Xiantian realm did not ask why when he heard this, but the bloody sword protruding from his sleeve showed his intention.

In the hearts of these foreign monks, killing will always make their blood boil more than capturing alive.

(End of this chapter)