"Since you are awake, don't pretend to be dead anymore. I just saw you move."

Zhang Jie approached a newcomer who was lying on the ground with a gun in his hand. The newcomer had colorful and colorful hair at all, and his hairstyle was very unique. Overall, it was a classic look for a bad young man.

But Zhang Jie did see him move slightly just now. Even if this is just a sign of awakening, it also shows that this newcomer has physical or mental advantages, just like Zhu Peng and his group just now. The faster they wake up under the teleportation of the main god, the more they mean their outstanding strength. However, after shouting a few words, they were lying there with their backs to Zhang Jie, as if they were going to carry out the word "pretending to be dead" to the end.

Zhang Jie, who was exhausted by patience, suddenly stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the colorful newcomer, but even if he pulled him over, the man was still motionless like a dead body.

Looking at the other party's eyelashes and subcutaneous eyeballs that were not trembling at all, Zhang Jie finally confirmed that the bad young man in his hand who was pulled up was still in a coma. What was going on with his slight movement just now? Did he see it wrong?

Just as this thought turned in his mind, Zheng Zha's scream came from Zhang Jie's ears: "Be careful!" At the same moment, the seemingly sleepy newcomer who had just been pressed by the bad young man in Zhang Jie's hand suddenly rose up. His left hand pressed the ground violently and his whole body churned with force. Under the cover of the bad young man in Zhang Jie's hand, he used a visual blind spot to flash behind Zhang Jie's back, kicking with his right foot violently at the bend of Zhang Jie's leg, allowing Zhang Jie to kneel down on one knee and twisting his left hand behind to clamp it. The other right hand had already passed under Zhang Jie's neck and tied his neck with his elbow. A series of movements were clean and neat, extremely beautiful.

The quick capture of less than two seconds made Zheng Zha and Zhu Peng not have enough time to rescue. Zeng Rong, who was closest to one side, put down the rectangular heavy object he was carrying, and swam silently like a snake to the new man who clamped Zhang Jie. However, the other party suddenly clamped Zhang Jie's neck and used him as a shield to block Zeng Rong's attack route. At the same time, he grabbed the desert eagle held by Zhang Jie with his right hand and wanted to remove his weapons to arm himself.

It was not until this time that everyone noticed that the new man who instantly clamped Zhang Jie was a cool and handsome man, but his eyes were sharp and his temperament was filled with a dark and ominous death spirit. Facing several guns pointing at his head, everyone around him had no fluctuations in their expressions. Instead, he asked calmly: "Who are you? Why did you get me here?"

While talking, he also broke Zhang Jie's finger bones that refused to release the gun. The severe pain and ruthlessness of breaking a person's finger bones were enough to overwhelm the courage of most rebels. However, he underestimated Zhang Jie, a veteran of the Reincarnation Squad. It seemed that because of the humiliation that had been suppressed by someone during this period, and also because of the face of being knocked down by the newcomer, he was completely unfair. In short, while the young man broke his fingers, Zhang Jie's eyes gradually turned red.

"Ah...bang bang bang bang bang bang, my god...bang."

A heavy roar, and several continuous huge gunshots. In the fierce confrontation between the two of them, the desert guns in their hands were spraying out fire. One of the stray bullets shot randomly into the face of an unlucky newcomer after hitting the steel plate of the spacecraft. The guy rushed up in severe pain, covering his cheeks and calling for his mother.

The last crisp sound of "Ka" was that Zhang Jie, who had scarlet eyes, turned around completely regardless of his clamped arm, and his entire arm joint was disconnected in the power confrontation. However, Zhang Jie also broke away from the clamping of the newcomer behind him. He turned around and swept him backwards. However, before he could take advantage of the difficult-to-find he had to take the initiative to turn around and kick the opponent's chest and abdomen. A white man who had been lying quietly on the ground suddenly rushed up and pounced on Zhang Jie like a big bear, and threw him down among the newcomers and began a crazy close-in fight.

This series of things happened too quickly and suddenly. Five gunshots, the howls of the injured newcomer, and even the roar of the white man fighting with Zhang Jie made all the newcomers not continue to fall into a coma. Most of the eleven newcomers are ordinary Chinese civilians, and there is little chance to experience gunfights and fight against this series of violent incidents. At this moment, they are crazy in the chaotic, strange, and noisy environment, and they are completely unreasonable. They run away like headless flies and scream in panic, making the already chaotic scene even more chaotic.

If it were Zheng Zha, Zhan Lan would of course stop pacifying them, but at this moment, neither the cold handsome man who had picked up the desert eagle or the white man who was still fighting with Zhang Jie crazy, there was no room for them to do so.

Zhu Peng, who had been wearing a black robe and standing with his hands on his back, had the means to control the scene and calm the chaos, but when he glanced back and forth several times, he sighed and did not move any more.

In other words, it is enough to have two rustic disciples with great qualifications, Zeng Rong and Li Xiaoyi, around him, which are already annoyed. His eyes swept through the running and screaming "strange shapes" that dye their hair colorfully, and those "scarce melons and bad dates" with fat belly and half of the body's weight. It is no wonder that too many people have no movement. Zhu Peng wanted to occupy the main god space to establish the first cave and the first blessed land of Taoist sect, and reproduce the supreme glory of the thousands of immortals coming to the tribute in the history of Taoist sect. However, even if there is no religion, the standard for inclusion of disciples cannot be reduced again and again, and finally it is reduced to the lowest limit. If that is true, it is not reappearing the glory of Taoist sect, but smearing Taoism.

In the chaos, the only door in the room suddenly opened slowly without wind.

This is undoubtedly the best outlet for catharsis. Although Zheng Zha was stopping it loudly and even though the honest Mou Gang wanted to hold one, these indecisive efforts were flattened by the semi-crazy people. Eleven newcomers in the alien mission, except for a fair young man who had been huddled in the corner since the beginning of chaos, there were only the cold handsome man holding a desert gun in his hands and the white man who had been subdued by Zeng Rong.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, among the eleven newcomers, one of them has good quality and two are super high quality. The proportion of such talents is really worth my expectations." When those strange and crooked people escaped from their sight, Zhu Peng walked step by step towards the cold man who was still holding guns in both hands.

Unlike the white man who was like a bear, the handsome man with a gloomy temperament in front of him immediately burst out with a murderous aura ten times that of the moment when he touched the gun. After being pointed at by his gun, Zheng Zha was like a frog staring at by a snake. Although he stood there without retreating, he did not dare to take another step forward.

However, Zhu Peng's sudden insertion broke the invisible confrontation of aura. The cold and handsome man had never been sure of a shot hit Zheng Zha with a strange center of gravity, but the sudden approach of the black-robed Taoist forced him to shoot an inconsistency. However, his "bang" shot made Zheng Zha's face suddenly change, because the shot was not shot at him. The man with the gun shifted the gun to Zhan Lan at the last moment, who had not dared to get out of the atmosphere. Zheng Zha, who was already inhuman, had to rescue and even block the ballistic with his body.

But with Zheng Zha's current strengthening, no matter how fast his body is, he can dodge bullets, and chasing bullets will exceed his ability limit.

The fierce fire line of the desert eagle passed Zheng Zha's full pursuit block and shot straight towards the girl Zhan Lan's white forehead, just in the middle.

At the same time, Zhu Peng had already stepped into the seven steps of the cold gunman as if he was slow and steady. He had just shot a beautiful girl's pistol without hesitation. At this moment, the gun head was slightly shaking, of course, not because of the gunman's own fear, but because of the continuous fine adjustment of the pursuit of higher shooting accuracy.

However, until Zhu Peng walked to the young man and grabbed the desert eagle he held in his hands, the gunman, who was covered in sweat, could not fire another shot.
Chapter completed!