Priest Wang's Shock
Zhao Quan didn't dodge or dodge the rapidly approaching fork lift.
He activated the Golden Bell Cocoon with all his might, and his entire body suddenly emitted a faint golden light.
Bang!
The fork truck collided with Zhao Quan, but an unbelievable scene appeared.
Zhao Quan stood on the spot, completely unharmed.
The huge fork lift was sent flying.
He flipped over, leaving a trail of sparks on the ground as he slid more than ten meters away.
After that, not to mention Priest Wang, even Monk Wuye, who had always been expressionless, had an obvious look of shock in his eyes.
Then, he quickly chanted a few Buddhist chants to suppress his surging emotions.
"F * ck!"
He suppressed it, but Priest Wang, who was beside him, was not so particular.
Although there were only two words, it deeply reflected Priest Wang's deep shock and agitated mood.
His words were concise and comprehensive. Every word was worth a thousand gold. Every word was thrilling and tear-jerking.
It was enough to show how surprised and confused Priest Wang was at this moment.
At the end, he added two exclamation marks. The finishing touch was far-reaching. It referred to the previous article and sublimated the theme, expressing Priest Wang's feelings vividly.
It gave people unlimited imagination and aftertaste. It had a natural feeling. It was really the best among passers-by.
"If…If I'm not wrong, this should be the Buddhist Sect's hard body technique, right?”
Nightless put his palms together and seemed to be sighing.
"Amitabha. That's right. If I'm not wrong, this technique should be Golden Bell Shield. This person has at least thirty years of cultivation.”
Priest Wang's originally small eyes had already widened to the maximum.
His eyes were filled with disbelief." It can't be. He looks at most twenty years old. How can he have thirty years of Golden Bell Shield?!" Even if he started training in his mother's womb, it was still impossible!”
At this moment, perhaps because he had accepted reality, he was much calmer.
"Amitabha. Among millions of people, there will always be someone with extraordinary talent who can achieve the lifelong goal of others in a short period of time.”
As he spoke, he turned to Priest Wang and said,"Aren't the two of us in this category?”
Priest Wang slowly regained his composure and nodded.
"You're right. It's just that if we call ourselves geniuses, this guy has to be called a monster!”
" Now that the situation is about to rise," Winterless said," Heaven and earth will undergo great changes. Although this is a great calamity, if we can gain an advantage from it, it will also be a supreme opportunity.”
Priest Wang's eyes flashed and he said with a smile that was not a smile,"Big monk, are you trying to pull him in?”
"Amitabha," Wu Ye said,"good, good."”
.........
He whispered to the Taoist priest and monk behind him.
Zhao Quan didn't have the time to care about this. He was very excited right now.
After the truck overturned, a wisp of black gas floated out from under the truck.
It burrowed into his body.
This experience of fighting monsters and leveling up reminded Zhao Quan of the happy times he had spent in the internet cafe during his puberty.
Looking into the workshop, the originally ferocious and terrifying ghosts had all become experience babies in Zhao Quan's eyes.
As he stepped into the workshop, he was greeted by a man in overalls. He leaned forward like a zombie as he pounced towards Zhao Quan.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that this guy had a small hand-held polishing machine inserted into his head.
The grinding wheel was embedded into his skull, and blood kept spurting out.
It was as if it could not be finished, dyeing the entire ghost red.
He didn't know if his brain was damaged, but he walked as if he had lost his mind.
Zhao Quan didn't hold back and directly punched him to death.
It immediately turned into a wisp of black gas and entered his body.
Next, the few he encountered had some combat strength.
One of them had a screwdriver stuck in his face. He could pull out the screwdriver from his face and throw it at Zhao Quan.
The other one was holding an electric welding torch, and sparks were crackling.
Unfortunately, even if Zhao Quan didn't dodge, the screwdriver wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.
The one with the welding torch was directly blown up by Zhao Quan's punch.
Two wisps of black gas immediately arrived.
Zhao Quan then killed every ghost that came. In less than five minutes, the 20 or so ghosts were all killed.
When Zhao Quan killed the last monster, the workshop that was originally producing monsters was instantly destroyed.
What replaced it was a dilapidated and quiet workshop surrounded by darkness.
It looked like the illusion was destroyed along with the ghosts and monsters.
After Zhao Quan confirmed that there were no fish that escaped the net, he could not help but open his attribute panel to take a look.
In the end, he realized that there were only 280 black gas points on his balance.
It seemed that these ghosts were too weak, which was why the black gas harvest was so little.
Zhao Quan could not help but sigh,"Why are you all so weak?"”
When Priest Wang, who had walked into the workshop, heard this, he could not help but grin.
Then, he put on a smile.”
Zhao Quan turned his head to look at him and asked in puzzlement,"A vengeful spirit?"
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