Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Wang Daochang’s shock (seeking flowers for votes)

Facing the fast approaching forklift, Zhao Quan did not dodge or hide.

He lifted the golden bell with all his strength, and suddenly the whole body burst out with a slight golden light.

Bang!

The forklift collided with Zhao Quan, but an unbelievable scene appeared.

Zhao Quan stood there, nothing happened.

But the huge forklift flew out.

I turned it over directly, grind out a spark on the ground and slid more than ten meters away.

In the back, let alone the king, even the no-ye monk, who has always been happy and angered, has a clear look of horror in his eyes.

After that, he chanted several Buddha’s horns quickly to suppress the turbulent emotions.

“Fuck!!”

He suppressed it, but the Taoist king next to him was not so particular about it.

A straight sentence popped out, although there were only two words, it deeply reflected the deep shock and stirring mood of Wang Daochang.

It can be said to be concise and concise, each word is rich, the word is gripping, and the word is tearful.

It is enough to see how surprised Wang Daochang was at this time, and even stunned.

Finally, two exclamation points are added to the end, the finishing touch, the profound artistic conception, according to the previous article, sublimating the theme, and expressing Wang Daochang’s feelings vividly and vividly.

It gives people unlimited reverie and aftertaste, and has a natural sense of nature. It is really the best among people who eat melon.

“Such as… If I’m not mistaken, this should be your Buddhist practice, right?”

Wuye put his hands together, seeming to sigh.

“Amitabha Buddha, yes, if the poor monk is right, this skill should be a golden bell, and this person has at least 30 years of skill.”

Wang Daochang’s small eyes, which were originally small, had already been widened.

Unbelievable written in his eyes: “No, he looks like he is only twenty years old. How can he have a golden bell with thirty years of skill! Even if he starts to practice from his mother’s womb, it is impossible!”

At this time, Monk Wuye may have accepted the reality, but calmed down a lot.

“Amitabha, among tens of thousands of people, there will always be people with different talents who can achieve what others want in a short time.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

As he said, he turned his head to look at Wang Daochang, and said, “You and I, don’t you belong to this type?

Wang Daochang also slowly recovered his calm, and slowly nodded.

“You are right, but if we are called geniuses, this guy has to be called a monster!”

Wuye said: “Now the general trend is about to rise, and the world will undergo tremendous changes. Although this is a catastrophe, if you can get a chance from it, it will be no chance.”

Wang Daochang’s eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, “Great monk, you mean…bring him into the group?”

Wuye: “Amitabha Buddha, good is good.”

………

To a Taoist priest and a monk behind him, he whispered and whispered.

Zhao Quan didn’t pay attention to it, he was very excited now.

Because after the forklift overturned, a ray of black air floated out from under the truck.

Get into your own body.

This kind of experience of fighting monsters and upgrading, let Zhao Quan inspire the happy time of the whole night in Internet cafes during adolescence.

Looking at the workshop, the originally hideous and terrifying ghosts have all become experienced babies in Zhao Quan’s eyes.

Stepping into the workshop, there is a man in overalls facing him, crooked and crooked, like a zombie rushing towards Zhao Quan.

Looking closely, it turned out that this guy had a small hand-held polishing machine plugged into his head.

The grinding wheel was directly embedded in the skull, and blood was constantly gushing out.

As if the flow is endless, the whole ghost is dyed red.

I don’t know if my brain was cut to pieces, and I walked like I was ignorant.

Zhao Quan was also not welcome, and hit it with a punch.



It immediately turned into a ray of black energy and got into the body.

Next, the few encountered are a bit more combative.

A man with a screwdriver in his face can pull the screwdriver off his face and throw it at Zhao Quan.

The other with the welding torch in his hand was crackling with electric sparks.

It’s a pity that even if Zhao Quan doesn’t dodge or hide, the screwdriver won’t hurt him.

The one with the welding torch was directly hit by Zhao Quan.

Two wisps of black air arrived immediately.

Then one ghost came, Zhao Quan killed one, and more than twenty ghosts were almost completely destroyed in less than five minutes.

When Zhao Quan killed the last ghost, the workshop in front of him was suddenly shattered.

Instead, it was a dilapidated and silent workshop, surrounded by a black paint.

It seems that as the ghosts are killed, the illusion created is also shattered.

After Zhao Quan confirmed that there was no missing fish, he couldn’t help but open the properties panel to take a look.

It turns out that there is only a little bit of black air on the balance.

It seems that these ghosts are too weak, so the black energy gains so little.

Zhao Quan couldn’t help but sighed: “Why are you so weak.”

Wang Daochang who walked into the workshop couldn’t help grinning when he heard this.

Then he put on a smile: “These grievances are indeed a little too weak for you.”

Zhao Quan turned his head to look at him, wondering: “Wondered soul?”.

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