The Ninth Secret Bureau

Before coming into contact with the case of anomalous life, Chen Xian didn't actually know how to fight. At most, he would strike a few punches like a fight with a child, and his fighting instinct was not stimulated... but he continued to fight with those anomalies. After life contact, Chen Xian found that his fighting ability began to soar endlessly.

At the beginning, Chen Xian had no parasites for him to drive, nor did he have a very lethal weapon such as a saw blade. He used the mouth to bite after getting close to the anomalous life, and there was nothing in the mouth. Sharp teeth are his weapon...So Qi Ping'an started to panic, because he found that Chen Xian would always make some moves that wanted to bite people from time to time when he was fighting close to him.

Qi Ping’an has read Chen Xian’s materials and heard some of Chen Xian’s "fun" from his master. Therefore, he was extremely jealous of Chen Xian’s mouth, especially when he discovered that Chen Xian had never been after attending the Kunlun meeting. He hadn't used this special ability before, so he subconsciously paid more attention to it...I guess this is Chen Xian's ultimate move?

Of course.

Qi Ping'an could see that it was Chen Xian's instinctive attack, but before Qi Ping's dodge every time, Chen Xian closed his mouth, which shows that his self-control is indeed extraordinary, and He is a man who speaks for words.

Say that you don't need your own abilities, you don't need it!

Who uses who is the grandson!

"Boom!!!"

Chen Xian hit Qi Ping'an with a fist, and Qi Ping'an also raised his elbow and pushed hard at this moment, directly causing Chen Xian's attack to deviate from the target point and slammed heavily on the mud nearby.

Since this arena has been strengthened by the Secret Bureau, no matter how hard they fight, everything in the arena will not be destroyed. Whether it is soil, gravel, flowers, plants or trees, it will react when they are punched. Not at all. It's almost more resistant to beating than Chen Xian wearing parasite armor. There should be a reason why they donated their blood as a sample...

So when Chen Xian hit the ground with a fist, the muddy ground that seemed to have zero defense was unscathed. Except for the violent knocking sound of Chen Xian's fist, even the soil did not sink. .

"Chief Chen...do you not hurt?"

Qi Ping’an looked at Chen Xian with a confused look. It wasn’t that he didn’t use his fist to hit the ground, but he knew how painful it felt to hit the ground. It has reached the realm of "extraordinary and otherworldly", and its hardness is even more terrifying than steel. It is like Chen Xian hitting it with such a hard punch, it hurts to death when it gets smaller, and it hurts when it grows...this Isn't it a comminuted fracture?

But what about Chen Xian?

It seems that there is no reaction at all, and the face doesn't change as if he doesn't feel any pain.

However, according to Qi Ping’s preliminary observations, Chen Xian should be injured. The entire palm of his hand showed a paralyzed and weird posture, as if the bones covered in flesh and blood were all broken, and traces of blood were oozing out of the palm. .

But before Qi Ping'an was happy, that is, about a second, his palm swelled up again, like a fully inflated balloon, and instantly recovered.

"You...how your self-healing power is scarier than mine..." Qi Ping'an looked at Chen Xian incredulously.

"Is there? It's okay."

Chen Xian stood up and took two steps back, giving Qi Ping’an a breathing space. In fact, it can be seen from the previous close combat that although Qi Ping’s fist is good, he does not use any abilities. Can't beat yourself.

It was also at this time that Chen Xian realized that it seemed that he had always underestimated himself. His impression of his ability to fight with his bare hands was still a long time ago. He thought that he was also better than the little heavenly masters, but now I look at it. Come... it's not as simple as a little bit stronger, it's a lot higher than them.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Qi Ping'an wanted to fight back more than once, and more than once he seized the opportunity to reverse the situation, but the reality is that no matter how hard he works, everything will become useless.

"I always thought that the person with the strongest self-healing power in the country was me... I didn't expect your self-healing power to be stronger than mine..."

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little bit stronger than you."

Qi Ping'an did not hear Chen Xian's overtones, so he naturally regarded Chen Xian's frank answer as modest.

At this moment, Qi Pingan saw that Chen Xian was no longer chasing him and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, it was really embarrassing to be hammered on the ground, not to mention that this is still live broadcast simultaneously, so that the **** of the little heavenly master can see... ...Even if you can't see the face of the little heavenly master now, Qi Ping'an can imagine the extremely awkward expression of the little heavenly master.

He must be gloating, no need to think about it!

"With bare hands, I am not your opponent." Qi Ping An is also a bright person. Even though the game is being broadcast simultaneously by the organizers, he is still frank and frank, and he has not made any hypocritical explanations for his inferior skills.

"Well, you are indeed a bit short, but you are already very good." Chen Xian nodded.

"Go back and get the weapon."

As Qi Ping'an said, he slowly sat on the ground cross-legged, pinching his left and right hands to make a different handprint, as if he was preparing for the next battle.

"Okay, then I'll go with the knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian walked back in the direction where he left his suitcase without looking back. During the process, he didn't even look at Qi Ping An. He seemed completely uninterested in what he was doing and didn't want to know. What is he preparing...

"Is this kid always so arrogant... Isn't he afraid that I will knock him sap from behind?"

Qi Ping'an looked at Chen Xian’s back and muttered in a low voice, but even though he said so, there was a very happy expression on his face, because he felt that people like Chen Xian could trust him so much. Being able to expose his back unreservedly in his sight is something to be proud of.

It can be seen from this point that in Chen Xian's eyes, he is definitely not the kind of villain, and he is definitely the kind of gentleman who is as open and open as him!

What kind of person is a villain?

Just look at the little heavenly master. That bull nose Taoist can be very sinister. At the beginning, under Longhu Mountain, if it wasn’t him...

"It's time to get serious."

Qi Pinpin took a deep breath, seeming to be talking to himself, but also as if talking to someone.

In the next second, there was a weird change in the ground under him...The overgrown ground gradually showed some patterns composed of black Sanskrit, which seemed to be virus-like "infectious". ", it can effortlessly infect everything you want to infect, whether it is flowers, trees, or loess sand...

At the same time, Qi Ping’s back gradually bulged, and there seemed to be some living creature creeping under the monk’s robe...

With the sound of the monk's robe being slowly torn, the four newly born arms stretched out directly through Qi'an's skin, and Qi'an's breath also suddenly changed at this moment. The remaining Buddha's breath completely disappeared, and finally All that is left is the breath of "devil".

In fact, people didn’t guess wrong. The monk Qi Ping’an does have something to do with the free heavenly king in Buddhist legends. Although he has been devoted to the Buddha for more than ten years since he avoided the world and practiced, he was born with a little bit of “devil energy”. But it never disappeared.

This is the power of the Buddha and the power of the demon.

His six-arm evil look is the face of the sixth day demon king Bo Xun.

"This breath is really strange..."

After Chen Xian picked up the meat saw knife from the suitcase without hesitation, he subconsciously glanced at the sky above his head.

Today was the cloudless weather. Standing on the mountain, you can see the sky at a glance, but the hearty blue sky has disappeared at this time, only the endless black thick fog is filling the air. Spread...

Those weird black mists were not ordinary mists. Chen Xian could feel the strange aura they exude, which seemed to be gathered from a certain high-purity energy.

On the towering mountain ridge, a terrifying six-armed phantom gradually solidified, as if the "devil" in the Buddhist legend is setting foot in this world.

Chen Xian held the saw blade and looked at the phantom that was a hundred feet high. There was no dignity or tension in his eyes. There was only a pure to extreme warfare. That kind of excitement was incomprehensible to outsiders.

"Qi Ping An... the reincarnation of King Zizai..."

"The evil aspect of Buddha...Six-arm Poxun..."

"Really look forward to..."