Urban God-level Selection System

"Zhang Wanlin, he is still useful, don't kill him."

Li Shuxin worried that Zhang Wanlin could not help killing the other party, so he quickly reminded.

Zhang Wan Lin Senran smiled and forced to ask the other party: "Tell me, where are your associates?

As long as you say it, I will give you a good time, otherwise you will die better than life. "

"Ha! Life is better than death, isn't it still alive?

As long as I am alive, I will have the opportunity to kill you. "

The man sneered, "Zhang Wanlin, if you ruin our future, how can we let you go?"

"Your family's being killed is just the beginning. My companions still have a lot of them, they will suddenly shoot when you are surprised, and then you will be hit hard. Until your family is dead, we will avenge you."

The man said more and more excited: "Are you excited?"

Zhang Wanlin suddenly calmed down, and then threw it on the ground, said to him: "Do you know?

Han Ke is dead. "

"what did you say?"

The man exclaimed, and immediately thought of something, and quickly shut his mouth, he did not believe that Han Ke would die, it must be Zhang Wanlin was blowing up his relationship with Han Ke.

Zhang Wanlin saw the expression on the man's face, and the hatred in his heart was even heavier. Sure enough, Han Ke was with them, but the elder Zuo left him to attend the meeting with his majesty... "I didn't lie to you, Han Ke really died ."

Zhang Wanlin said with a smile, "I learned that my family was killed by you and met him when I ran out. He laughed at my dead family and I killed him with a sword."

"You devil!"

The man didn't expect Han Ke to die like this. He immediately gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, "Very well, Han Ke's death, they will remember, and they will return your gift."

The man said, looking at Zhang Qishan, who was sleeping in the distance, and grinned cruelly: "You have to protect your old and immortal father, or maybe one day he will be blown up by a quarter of five..." Before he finished, he only saw a flash of silver in front of him, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, but saw a long sword stabbing him through the heart.

"Damn you."

Zhang Wanlin pulled out his long sword and turned away indifferently.

Li Shuxin saw that Zhang Wanlin still killed the man after all, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do: "You said you wouldn't kill him, why did you kill him again?"

"He fucking."

After Zhang Wanlin said this coldly, he said to Li Shuxin, "My dad has taken care of you, and I will go in and find them."

Feng Huaigui stopped Zhang Wanlin's way, he said angrily: "Zhang Wanlin, you accept the reality, they are dead, they were blown to death, you go in and remove Tu Zeng's casualties, there is no other possibility."

"I won't go in, I can't forgive myself in my life."

Zhang Wanlin stared at Feng Huaigui, "No matter how big this fire is, I have to go in, even if I burn to death. I will not hesitate."

"You should be very clear that martial arts luck can't stop Huoyuan from swallowing, and you will be burned alive."

Feng Huaigui said bitterly, "They are in the spirit of the sky, and they won't want you to end your life like this."

"No need to say more."

Zhang Wanlin lifted his hands, straightened his palms, and retreated Feng Huaigui, then jumped forward, jumped over the wind Huaigui directly, and then rushed straight to the fire.

When Feng Huaigui was going to chase, Li Shuxin stopped him. He said bitterly: "You can't stop him, let him do what he wants to do."

At the fire scene, when Zhang Wanlin was about to rush in, he suddenly found an acquaintance. He frowned slightly, walked over to confirm it, and then asked doubtfully: "Lady Jiang, why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you here."

Mrs. Jiang's complexion was already terrible, and her body with a cane was trembling slightly.

When she saw Zhang Wanlin finally appeared, she was relieved at once: "My grandson and that little Zhou went to the provincial capital. I stayed to meet you here."

"You know I will come?"

Zhang Wanlin was stunned, "How do you know?

Is it calculated by your dead wife? "

Mrs. Jiang shook her head, and then took out two quaint sheepskin rolls from her arms and handed them to Zhang Wanlin: "This is two copies of the Jiang family ancestry. Now I will pass it on to you."

"I?"

Zhang Wanlin was stunned. "Why do you want to give it to me?"

"If you want to save your family, don't ask too much."

Mrs. Jiang's sudden mysterious words made Zhang Wanlin shake his hand excitedly.

"Are you saying that they are still saved?"

Zhang Wanlin looked at Mrs. Jiang in disbelief.

Mrs. Jiang nodded and said, "Yes, but it is not. At least they are really dead at this time, but if you can trigger the mysterious system in you, maybe this tragedy can be changed."

"You..." Zhang Wanlin stared at Mrs. Jiang with wide eyes, "You even know?"

"Haha, no one can hide his past and future in front of my Jiang's Ce Shen Gua. Although Zhang Wanlin is different, you are no exception."

The old lady mysteriously said: "At least the things you will experience in the next three months I know clearly, but unfortunately, I can't tell you these things."

Zhang Wanlin was stunned. Is there such a powerful unknown prophet in this world?

Isn’t this incredible?

He curiously opened one of the rolls of sheepskin, on which was written the Divine Trigram, he exclaimed: "Is this the secret of the Divine Trigram?"

"There is this..." Zhang Wanlin opened another one, "Hunyuan is not bad?"

Mrs. Jiang said with a smile: "Yes, these are not my grandchildren, he is destined to be unable to succeed on this, so they must be handed over to you as a fate."

"Waiting for you to learn, if one day you are destined to meet my grandson, you can choose to give them to him or not."

Mrs. Jiang said more and more nagging: "Anti-orthogonal and disjoint, the child in the future will be your left arm and right arm, and an indispensable part of your Zhang Wanlin."

"Okay, all that is said, let me get to the point."

The old lady began to point out: "After you enter the fire, use the ice spirit root to match the ice, snow, and snow tactics. It should slow down the encroachment of the fire on you, and then you will cut off the top floor from the stairs on the right, where you will trigger a choice!"

The old lady finished, turned on crutches and left, Zhang Wanlin originally wanted to give it away, but he still gave up after thinking that time was not waiting for others, and then after putting away his things, he resolutely rushed into the fire... "Yeah! Someone rushed in, hurry up to stop him!"

"Can't stop it, he went in."

"It's a pity that a good young man is gone like this."

The passerby's voice gradually disappeared in Zhang Wanlin's ears, and he quickly swept across the land where the flames raged and proceeded towards the destination as the old lady ordered.

Soon he came to the place where the old lady said, also at this moment, the god-level selection system was triggered again! "Drip! Host, please choose..."