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Chapter 92 Continue to Fool (300 First Orders)

After walking for a while, Zuo Qianqiu has already grasped the position of this person, not far away from him, even in Mowu.

So Zuo Qianqiu stopped, and suddenly more than 100 martial arts spirits appeared behind him, rushing towards that person's position.

Zhang Tao, who was peeping, suddenly found these martial arts spirits running towards his position.

As smart as he is, he immediately knew that Zuo Qianqiu had already discovered his existence. Although he didn't understand how Zuo Qianqiu, who was obviously not at the fifth rank of martial arts, could discover the spiritual power of him, a master of the ninth rank.

But he has already found out, and he also plans to try the power of this martial arts Yuanling.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tao didn't move to dodge at all, but stayed here and waited.

Not long after, hundreds of martial arts spirits rushed to his position.

Where Zhang Tao was, near the South China Sea, there were no people there, and Zuo Qianqiu's Martial Dao Yuanling deliberately avoided the crowd when he came, and with the holidays coming, there were basically no people in the school.

Even if some warriors see it, they may not necessarily catch up, if they catch up, they may not be able to catch up, even if they catch up here.

Zhang Tao would not let them see the battle between himself and the Wu Dao Yuan Ling, so with a thought, he set up a mental barrier, and only the Wu Dao Yuan Ling could pass through and come to him.

"Come on, Martial Dao Yuanling, come and test your level!" Zhang Tao said slowly, and then punched the leading Martial Dao Yuanling.

The Martial Dao Yuanling was also not afraid of death, and shot straight at Zhang Tao.

When the spears and fists intersected, the big gun in Wu Dao Yuan Ling's hand bent, and then he shot it, and the Bu Dao Yuan Ling's bullet flew out.

"It's okay?!" Zhang Tao was a little surprised. His punch could kill even a seventh-rank martial artist, but it hit the Wu Dao Yuanling, not a gun. He just ejected it, but didn't kill it.

"So it's like this, what a clever way to unload force..." After a moment, Zhang Tao figured it out. Just now, the spear intent of the martial arts Yuanling was concentrated, and the whole body and the big spear merged into one, and the whole person was like a ball.

Even if a person's strength can penetrate a wall, they cannot break a ball flying in the air.

This scene is easy to think of, but difficult to do. If a seventh-rank martial artist wanted to receive his punch like this, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

At this moment, the Martial Dao Yuanling had already surrounded Zhang Tao, each of them occupied a favorable terrain, and then shot out at the same time.

"Solve it directly..." Zhang Tao looked at these martial arts spirits, thinking in his heart, otherwise King Wu would lose all face,,.

At the same time, the mental coercion broke out.

According to his thinking, the structure of these martial arts primordial spirits is somewhat clear to him, and it is a peculiar way of fighting with mental power.

But this kind of tactics must have weaknesses, that is, when attacked by stronger spiritual power, it will be vulnerable.

However, his outburst did not have any effect. Under Zhang Tao's strange expression, these martial arts spirits still stabbed big spears, and even a spear head had already stabbed him in front of him.

"Mental power barrier!" A transparent barrier immediately appeared in front of Zhang Tao, but this barrier was only arranged hastily, and it was not very strong.

It is more than enough to resist a long spear, but here, there are indeed more than 100 spears, and each spear is amazingly powerful.

The mental barrier made a sound of being overwhelmed, and then suddenly shattered.

But for Zhang Tao, this moment is enough for him to react.

Qi and blood erupted, and dozens of Martial Dao Yuanlings who were close were wiped out directly, and most of the remaining ones were all depressed and almost disappeared.

"Zhang Tao!" Zuo Qianqiu's voice came from a distance, and it didn't take long before he came to Zhang Tao.

In Fang Datong's memory, he met Zhang Tao, he was much older than Zhang Tao, and Zhang Tao met when he first became a warrior.

"What are you doing sneaking up to Mowu?" Zuo Qianqiu asked knowingly.

To this, Zhang Tao responded: "I am the minister of the Ministry of Education, and Mowu is also my lower-level institution, so why not come here to investigate?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zuo Qianqiu to continue to ask, the spiritual force pulled him directly to a small island in the South China Sea, where there was no one.

"Fang Datong, tell me the truth, how did you come up with this set of mental warfare?!" Zhang Tao looked at him seriously, trying to change the subject, ignoring his eavesdropping and almost embarrassing incident.

For this matter, Zuo Qianqiu had already made plans, before exposing the martial arts Yuanling, he had an idea.

So he also said with a serious face: "About half a year ago, you know that I have retired. I have resisted the cave for Mowu all my life, and I have suffered irreparable injuries. It is not good to bother our Mowu Grandmaster and cost the old principal a lot of money." There is no money to buy healing substances, so I have to drag the wounded body and wait to die..."

Zhang Tao originally thought that Zuo Qianqiu wanted to tell the truth, but he opened his mouth and said that his experiences over the years were for the sake of human beings, he was seriously injured and died, and he had no money to buy medicine, which directly turned into a suffering conference.

Immediately, his face was a little constipated, and he interrupted immediately: "Mr. Fang, we all know your suffering and tiredness, and it's all for the sake of human beings. We never said anything, and the country also knows about these things.

But you must also understand the difficulties of the country. There are more and more caves now. Before the Tiannan Catacombs fell, many warriors were exiled in the Catacombs and could not return. Don’t they suffer? They don’t say it! "

Zuo Qianqiu waved his hand and responded: "I said this, not to complain, but we Mowu old people have spent our whole life for Mowu, for the cave, and there is no medicine for injuries. We don't talk about these hardships and tiredness. , but I didn’t expect to be old and old, more than 100 years old and waiting to die, and I would be suspected of collaborating with the enemy and traitor by a young man!”

Hearing this, Zhang Tao had no choice but to sigh, and responded: "Okay, Teacher Fang, my attitude was wrong just now, I apologize, you can continue talking..."

Zuo Qianqiu saw that Zhang Tao was subdued, so he didn't hold on to it, but changed the topic back, and then said: "Half a year ago, I started to feel that my injury was getting worse, and I knew that the end was coming.

When I went to bed that day, I suddenly started to dream, and I didn’t seem to be myself in the dream. How should I put it, these dreams are very real. Sometimes I suspect that this is something that happened to me before.

It’s not right to say it was before, because I have all the memories from when I was young, and I don’t have this experience at all, as if it happened in the previous life, and I remember it in this life. "

Hearing this, Zhang Tao suddenly remembered something, and said, "Resurrected Warrior!"

"What is a resurrected warrior?" Zuo Qianqiu asked. Fang Datong didn't know about the resurrected warrior. After all, he was just a mid-level instructor of Mowu, and he retired early.

Zhang Tao hesitated for a moment. This kind of thing is not too confidential, so he said: "The resurrected warrior, we discovered it before..."

(End of this chapter)