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The live broadcast has ended, and the atmosphere in the club's lounge is a bit weird.

Tang Zhan glanced at Li Gui beside him, and was quite helpless. The strangeness of the murderous intent that had surged up was seen by the other party, and now some of them have said this.

If he had been in the past, he might have been able to fool him, but now this guy looks like a peerless master, how can he hide it?

He was actually a little caught off guard. He originally thought that the suppressed and restrained murderous intent could be released with Su Sihai's death, but unexpectedly, it backfired and became increasingly difficult to control.

Li Gui sat on the ground in a daze, staring at Tang Zhan in a daze, as if he had seen some demon and monster, dumbfounded, his face turned red like a sick ghost.

Seeing him like this, Tang Zhan knew that some Dongxz could not stop. And judging from this attitude, this guy was a bit unreliable. He was silent for a moment, and he twitched his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, Li Gui suddenly burped, his eyes turned drunk, and he lay straight on the ground, and soon he started to snore.

It seems like he is drunk.

Tang Zhan frowned unpredictably and lit a cigarette casually. His feminine face exuded an indescribable weirdness under the cold and white light. He no longer had the kind of restraint and restraint he deliberately pretended to be when he was working. On the contrary, there was a hint of cold and fierceness between his eyebrows.

His index finger tapped the tabletop, and then Tang Zhan said lightly: "Stop pretending, you will see it when you see it. You are not bad, you are just too cowardly. At least you know each other and get up and talk."

But Li Gui on the ground didn't react, and he didn't move, as if he was sleeping to death, and the snoring sounded shook the sky.

Seeing this, Tang Zhan raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "I will use the method of grappling to stagger your hands and feet. Then the muscles and bones will rub against each other, and you can see your blood vessels popping out of your body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Gui, who was sleeping a second ago, immediately opened his eyes and looked up with a frightened expression, "Ah, you aren't really so cruel, are you?"

Tang Zhan glanced at him with a smile, "Pretending, why don't you continue to pretend?"

Li Gui hurriedly got up and carefully returned to the dining table, "Tang Zhan, don't worry, I will never tell you about the fact that you are a peerless master."

After he said that, there was a sense of excitement on his face, and the previous horror disappeared, replaced by a silly smile, staring at Tang Zhan and laughing non-stop.

"Don't worry, I will definitely feel at ease with you."

Tang Zhan slowly rubbed the cigarette butts and said lightly, but just as Li Gui relaxed his guard, he suddenly said quietly, "Look at my eyes."

Li Gui looked at him subconsciously, but just as the two of them looked at each other, he saw a sensation light in a trance. His face was full of excitement and gradually became dull and dull. He stopped moving. He heard the faint voice in his ears, "Forget what happened in this room before..."

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The rain has not stopped yet, and it is almost evening. Although it is already spring, it is still so cool in the north. The spring is chilly and the pedestrians on the road come and go, wrapping their coats tightly, walking through the rain in a hurry.

Tang Zhan is also one of them.

He walked in the rain with great worries and had already thrown away what had just happened.

As for the means he used against Li Gui, it was not the peerless magical skill in martial arts novels, but a specious spiritual method.

People are born to be rigid, and they walk from staggering and lying on the ground, and then they go on the ground with their feet and palms. Only then can they run and jump, and observe the movements of all beasts, and they have derived all kinds of skillful skills, such as turning and climbing, diving and moving. Later generations extended this kind of "turning clumsy into cleverness" techniques, which is called "martial arts".

Warriors aim to control and control.

Control yourself and control external things, so there will be differences between inside and outside.

Inside, it mobilizes one's own ability, muscles and bones, and calls the spirit of the ***, and outside it turns into extensions of hands and feet, which can be attributed to various weapons, such as knives, guns, swords, and halberds...

Unfortunately, there are no ten breathing methods in this world now, and the spiritual methods are even more extinct in the world. Even the last method of tempering muscles and bones is pitifully rare.

However, Tang Zhan had seen the spiritual method, in his dream.

It took him more than five years to piece together that dream little by little.

It was an unimaginable fierce battle. In my dream, I seemed to have encountered an enemy that was rare in my life. I fought fiercely in the Gobi grassland for ten days and half a month, and fought for hundreds of miles. During this period, I took a break several times. Every time, I was unable to defeat and no one could do anything to anyone. I waved my hand to think about the way to break the moves. I fought for more than ten consecutive games, and the battle was thrilling and breathtaking.

Finally, the battle ended with a draw until the opponent died at a loss.

It is strange that after that dream, Tang Zhan, who had always been healthy, actually fell seriously ill and recovered after half a year of recuperation.

The opponent in the dream was a lama, an old lama in red. However, his strength was indeed the strongest existence in the hands of the enemy he saw in his dream. Not only did he practice "silent meditation", but he was also amazing, and he seemed to have the power to subdue demons. According to his calculations, the force generated by his every move was at least a thousand pounds, which was simply beyond the limit of human beings.

But what he saw in his dream was that the old lama was thin and dry, and his qi and blood were declining, so it was impossible to have such extraordinary power. Yes, the martial arts he had accomplished were somewhat different. It was not the skill of boxing and foot practice, but the focus on spiritual cultivation. The hands and feet were wrapped in spiritual thoughts, which could make the body stronger, more metal and iron, and infinite power.

If the end of the battle is not exhausted or the spirit is exhausted, there will be victory or defeat in the battle.

In the end, even he was unable to obtain the spiritual method. He could only recall his dreams and the side-minded way mixed with "hypnosis".

And now he has encountered so many incredible things, so he wants to leave here to verify and verify whether everything in his dream has actually existed.

Although he couldn't see the face of the lama in his dream, Tang Zhan remembered that there were towering snow-capped mountains, lakes and grasslands, and wolves and wild beasts in that battle. More importantly, he clearly remembered the old lama's bone burial place, in a dilapidated temple, with snow covered and eagles flying in the sky.

He wanted to try to find a trace of overlap with the picture in the dream.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Tang Zhan couldn't help but speed up his pace, but as he walked, there were suddenly bursts of exclamations in the rain. He looked up and found that some passers-by were holding umbrellas and staying in front of a shopping mall.

On the mall building, there is a 100-inch LCD screen hanging, which is broadcast live broadcast by a foreign TV station. On it, there is a video recording of a white man wearing a metal bracelet, and there is also a commentary next to it.

"Global broadcast, gravity control ring, and the rewards of death-gladiator can change the gravity that the holder is under."
Chapter completed!