Reiki Recovery: Get Qilin Arm At The Start

Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty: One Punch Breaks the Game

Then Meilu ran to the driving position again and wanted to press the door open button.

But the bus was turned off, and the keys and the driver were missing.

Unwilling to reconcile Meilu, she wants to open the window again.

However, these old windows are actually comparable to cast iron.

No matter what Meilu was doing, she couldn’t pull it.

Gasping Meilu directly sat on the ground in despair.

Zhao Quan stood up at this time and said: “Since you can’t find it, then go out and have a look.”

Meilu said weakly: “I have tried it all, we are trapped in…”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Quan stood in front of the car door and suddenly punched out.

Bang!

As if a high-explosive grenade exploded in the car, the car door was directly twisted and flew out.

Falling into the dark grass, disappeared.

Meilu felt that what happened today was too subversive.

But before she could react, Zhao Quan grabbed her shoulder and lifted it up.

Brought down the bus.

I looked around, and there was nothing but darkness.

Zhao Quan looked back at the old bus in front of him.

He felt that all the problems were still in it.

Zhao Quan patted Mei Lu on the shoulder, and said, “You will wait a moment by the side.”

Meilu looked nervous, but she had to listen to Zhao Quan’s words.

Zhao Quan turned around and stood in front of the bus.

Directly facing it.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a figure appeared in the car again.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Zhao Quan raised his eyebrows: “Here again?”

I saw the man in the undershirt, the old woman, two strong men, a dead body, and the long-haired man.

They rushed to the front of the car for the first time, but they could only growl at Zhao Quan through the window.

Zhao Quan, who was planning to get in the car and kill them again, stopped.

They beckoned, but they still just stayed in the car.

Zhao Quan muttered to himself: “Can’t get off the bus?”

Rubbing his chin: “It seems that there is a problem with this bus.”

These ghosts have just been killed by Zhao Quan once, but they have no black income.

And after a short time, he was resurrected with blood.

Coupled with the setting of not being able to leave the bus, Zhao Quan judged that the real singularity should be the unkillable ghosts in the bus rather than the car.

So walked to the front of the car again.

If Wang Daochang and Monk Wuye were here, there might be professional means to deal with this situation.

But Zhao Quan didn’t understand the Taoism or Buddhism and so on. To break the game, he could only use his strength to break the skill!

No matter what you are, I will break it with one blow!

Sixty years of skill is a golden bell, plus ten levels of dragon-like prajna power.

“Take me a trick, Da Fu Demon Fist!”

Regardless of what kind of ghosts and ghosts you are, even if the bus becomes a good one, it must be scrapped immediately.

Bang!

With a punch, the huge force directly caused the bus to collapse and retract.

The windows on both sides of the car shattered and exploded in an instant, and the pressure for an instant seemed to place a bundle of explosives in the car.

The bus now looks like a can that has been trampled on.

If before learning the big Fu Moquan, Zhao Quan would at most throw his entire arm into the car with one punch.

This effect cannot be achieved.

But now with the profound and exquisite martial arts of Da Fu Moquan, the use of force and skills are several levels better than before.

Suddenly, six wisps of black air floated out and got into Zhao Quan’s body.

Zhao Quan smiled satisfied after receiving the black air.

As expected, it was a problem with the bus, as long as the bus was destroyed, it would be done.

But what made him a little puzzled was that the bus had been scrapped and the ghosts in it had disappeared.

Why the surrounding environment has not changed.

From a distance, you can still see the shabby brand of the coking plant.

However, at this moment, suddenly only listening to the depths of the darkness, there was a roar.

“Who destroyed my ghost weapon!!”

Zhao Quan did not expect that there would be such a change.

Turning to look around, I saw a group of ghosts flying out of the dark coking factory.

The first one, shirtless, wore a big red trousers.

And his upper body and face are all grim burn scars.

Others have burns of varying degrees, and even those with missing arms and legs. .