The strong man who claimed to be Lao Wu scratched his head when he heard this and said, "Tiger meat is not delicious, why are you beat him? No, I said, why are you so weird? It's okay if you are a strange person. I even asked me about Lao Wu's questions. I'm afraid I'm not a good person. Let's go with me!"

As he said that, he opened his palm-like slap and wanted to grab Zheng Xiaoming's collar and take Zheng Xiaoming to meet the official.

However, Zheng Xiaoming took a step back and waved to him with a bright smile: "Goodbye Wu Erlang! I'll play with you next time!"

As he said that, a fog surged in, wrapped it up, and the next moment, Zheng Xiaoming disappeared without a trace.

Only Wu Erlang was left holding his head: "Strange, weird! This guy is so weird! How did he know that I am Wu Erlang?"

I couldn't figure it out, so I was too lazy to think too much about it when I was drunk. I carried the whistle stick on my shoulders, strode forward with a lantern, and there was no trace in a moment.

Zheng Xiaoming had already returned to Futian and laughed loudly: "Interesting, interesting. Really interesting! I didn't expect that I would encounter a picture of the virtual world. I'm so lucky!"

In the archives of Tianweijun on the virtual world, a special situation called the virtual world's image is recorded, some of which are similar to some ancient battlefield sounds recorded in magnetic fields due to special environments and magnetic fields on earth.

It is said that in the virtual world, some historical fragments that happened in ancient times will be recorded for various reasons.

Obviously, Zheng Xiaoming just encountered a historical scene in which Wu Erlang passed by a pine forest at night, perhaps thousands of years ago.

Not everyone can encounter this kind of experience!

As for the danger of almost being smashed by someone's head... Wu Erlang stopped in the end, his Zheng Xiaoming's head was still pressed against his neck, right?

"Unfortunately, this kind of virtual world image is often just a piece, only a very short piece. Otherwise, I would really want to ask Wu Erlang for some things in martial arts practice!

Wu Erlang is so powerful, he may have really practiced to the point where he can master the gods of martial arts!"

Thinking of Wu Erlang's unpredictable ghosts and gods just now, the stick of attacking his spiritual body at the same time, it was really amazing and memorable.

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"The demon is dead! The enemy is beaten in the virtual world and is scattered." Zhai Leng said calmly, and said straightforwardly, as if he was just saying a fact.

But all the people of the Evil Buddha Sect who heard the news were uproared: "That guy in the Demonic Dao is finally dead? I haven't taken action yet, who beat him to death?"

"Haha, that's great. That little white face finally died!"

"Who? Who beat the demon Bai Zuo to death? Don't you know that he is from our Evil Buddha Sect?"

All kinds of shouting sounded.

Zhai Leng said calmly: "That is the Great Chu Tianwei Army, a new security officer named Zheng Xiaoming killed the demon path!"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings immediately became quiet and then the hall exploded.

"What? Tianwei Army? Is it this damn Tianwei Army? They actually dare to kill our people?"

"These bastards, relying on the Emperor Longting who occupied the entire Central China, dare to kill our people now!"

"A group of guys who occupy the pit and don't poop. They occupy so many virtual resources in Middle Earth. They are simply too domineering!"

"Who is that Zheng Xiaoming? Why haven't you heard of it before? When will a new security officer be so powerful?"

Many masters of the Evil Buddha Sect shouted excitedly.

I don’t know if I hate Zheng Xiaoming more, or if I hate Tianwei Army more, or if I fear Tianwei Army more?

Zhai Leng ignored the many shouting people. He looked at one of the Evil Buddha Sect’s masters, Tianwai Hongchen, and said, “That Zheng Xiaoming is also a martial arts practitioner! You are the best at dealing with such people. Hongchen, he will leave it to you to deal with it!”

When Hongchen heard this, he nodded lightly and said with a pretentious attitude: "In this era, there are still people practicing some martial arts. It's a joke! But since Lao Leng, you have handed him over to me to solve the problem, let me go and clean him up!"

As for Zheng Xiaoming's cultivation level, level, etc., he doesn't ask. Anyway, he is not as powerful as him!

Zhai Leng also showed a sense of relief. If this Tianwai Hongchen himself dealt with Zheng Xiaoming, then that Zheng Xiaoming must be dead.

The Evil Buddha Sect is the descendant of a group of ancient practitioners, all of whom exist without any means in order to pursue extraordinary power.

This world outside the world is a very typical one. In order to pursue strength, he refined himself into a half-dead zombie body, invulnerable to swords and guns, and extremely powerful.

Once before, I was hit by a grenade and was only slightly injured!

Such a person is a master who restrains Zheng Xiaoming's martial arts practice!

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"Sister, sister... get up! Have a meal!"

Zheng Xiaoming's voice woke Zheng Yingying who was sleeping on the bed. She smelled a scent in a vague way, got up in a daze, was stunned for a while, and then suddenly woke up.

Then I saw a bowl of crystal clear rice in front of me.

The rice is clearly divided and full, like pearls. I lived a very good life in a certain island country, so it is called silver relics, and it is said to be a food that has been eaten without regrets.

But Zheng Yingying woke up in a daze, looked at Zheng Xiaoming in a daze, and said, "You woke me up early in the morning and gave me this one?"

The ending sound is already octave higher. It seems that if Zheng Xiaoming cannot explain it clearly quickly, his ears will be in trouble!

Yes, in Dachu, you give people food and white rice. I guess anyone will have to cover your face with a bowl of rice.

How can I eat without food?

No matter how bad it is, you have to make soy sauce bibimbap, lard bibimbap or something?

Zheng Xiaoming brought a bowl of white rice for Zheng Yingying to eat. If you don’t explain it clearly, it would be strange if Zheng Yingying doesn’t deal with you!

Zheng Xiaoming laughed dryly and said, "Sister, look at what this is?"

Zheng Yingying looked at it and said, "This is my bedroom, what's wrong..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly understood and said in surprise: "Is this in a dream? You treat me to a meal in a dream! Yes, what kind of Zhuangyuan fruit you gave me before, is the same pure and dirty fruit?"

Zheng Xiaoming nodded with relief. It seemed that his sister was not stupid enough! She finally understood.

"Sister, this is a good thing! It is a spiritual rice that can only be eaten by night watchmen in the virtual world. These spiritual rice are sold in different ways. Do you know how much this spiritual rice is worth?"
Chapter completed!