Zerg: An incredible way to survive

But when he finished his next sentence, I knew why he said that.

"Of course, you definitely don't know what this stone is. Let me tell you this, this thing can only be used by that little girl Su Yun. It's just an ordinary stone for you, so please go back."

Why is it different from what I thought?

It shouldn't be this old guy who tried to trick this crystal out of my hands and put it into his own pocket.

After briefly analyzing what he just said, I always felt that something was not right.

What do you mean only I can use it? Doesn't that mean they can't use it?

The use of this thing is not just for cultivation, it can also be used to make other things, such as grinding it into powder and adding it to those materials, or directly making the crystal into some kind of weapon.

Wait a minute, I seem to recall that I deliberately omitted some instructions on the use of crystals at that time. It seems that the part that I omitted at that time was related to this.

It seems like this is all my fault?

Forget it, since this old man doesn’t know the value of something, I can just pawn something else.

I took out a book with several sheets of paper bound together.

It records a set of skills that focus on training the physical body and can be used all the way up to the ninth level. It is considered to be the best in the world.

But it seemed that the old man really didn't know what was going on. After looking at it for a long time, he still didn't understand it.

But I am quite curious about how he became the manager of this store. How could he become a store manager without any skills at all?

I urged him impatiently, "Old man, do you understand it or not? If you don't, call someone who knows what it is. Don't keep flipping through it or it will break down for me."

Li Qingyan covered his face in embarrassment and walked back to the back room, where a slightly younger person fell out.

The man was very handsome, with a decent yet elegant smile on his face. He was dressed very formally, which made him seem a little out of place with the two people next to him.

The man was quite polite. He came up to me, said hello, and began to look through the book of martial arts in his hand.

I watched and marveled.

But he was just like the other two men. He looked at the book for a long time but didn't give a price. He just stood by and sighed that it was a rare book while continuing to read.

I'm really getting impatient. I've wasted nearly half an hour with them and still haven't gotten any of my money back. I want to go to the next store.

I reached out, closed the book at an extremely fast speed, and pulled it out of his hand.

The man who had the book in his hand was pulled out by me, and he tried to grab it back, but his fingers were only halfway out and then retracted. The panic expression on his face lasted only for a moment, and then he returned to the faint smile he had before.

But his smile was a little stiff at this time.

"I wonder how much you are willing to pay for this book I have."

Without giving him time to spare, I took the initiative to ask him the price.

A ninth-level martial arts technique like this is already priceless in the market. Although it is a physical training technique, I don't plan to ask for more. As long as he is satisfied with the price he gives me, I will just hand it over to him with both hands without any more nonsense.

But I don’t know why the people in Beijing really have something wrong with their brains. He doesn’t want to buy it through legitimate means, but wants to rob it.

I can't understand his motive and purpose for doing this.

Why did he open this store when he could obviously just rob it?

He snapped his fingers and four or five big men quickly walked out of the room behind him and surrounded me.

Seeing that the situation was not right, my old man quietly retreated to the end of the team, quietly opened the door at the back, and prepared to leave.

Li Qingyan is still the most foresighted, but I will not let him go. After all, he said that I am a stingy person.

So I shouted.

"Old man, where are you trying to escape to? Why don't you explain the current situation to me?"

This shout successfully attracted the young man's attention and directed his gaze to Li Qingyan behind him, but the several strong men next to me still carried me tightly on their backs, and it seemed that they had no intention of letting me go.

Li Qingyan was pulled back by the young man and pressed against the group of strong men.

To be honest, I don't want to fight them.

Because the only means of attack I have now are my fist and foot skills, and a few talismans left in my pocket.

However, martial arts are most likely to result in casualties.

If you don't handle the situation well, you might end up beating the person.

And this is just a relatively weak attack method.

My eyes were fixed on the burly men around me, and the sand in my heart began to boil continuously. Waves of red air emanated from my body, and all the waves gathered together. Finally, I stretched out a hand and pulled out a silk thread from it.

He waved it casually in the air twice to get used to the feel of it.

Then, while one of the men was not prepared, he threw the private message out directly, easily cutting the weapon in his hand into two halves.

The venue is too small, and I'm afraid that if I swing too hard, I'll chop their heads off.

And this attack was not perfect either. At least the strong man whose weapon I cut off, I accidentally cut off two fingers of his.

When the people next to me saw that I took the initiative to attack, they rushed forward without hesitation.

I just quickly swung out a white, almost transparent silk thread from my hand, which instantly wrapped around the limbs of several people.

Then pull hard.

But the scene of tying up several people did not appear as imagined. Instead, a blood mark appeared where the people were strangled by the silk thread.

Li Qingyan was so frightened by my move that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

As a young man, I still didn't give up, so I put my hands on my waist.

But the red silk thread that I had just thrown out silently circled his right hand that was about to be placed on his waist.

I also kindly reminded him about his left hand.

The man just glanced down slightly and immediately felt sweat pouring down his back.

Now he dare not look down on me.