Only a big brain can become a god

When Brett heard Zhou Rulin's roar, he didn't pay attention to it, but accelerated the establishment of the mental connection in his brain without being affected by the outside world at all.

Lu Le narrowed his eyes. Before that, he felt that something was wrong with that woman. Now that he thought about it, she seemed to commit suicide before, but it was just an illusion, an illusion of using herself as a bait.

Once Lu Le took the bait, thinking that she had ruined her possibility of suicide, she would relax her vigilance, and then she would naturally be able to communicate with the outside world through spiritual connections.

Careless.

Lu Le shook his head in frustration. How could he have forgotten that this woman's ability is spiritual connection.

Zhou Rulin gave Lu Le a sympathetic look, then shook his head helplessly. He finally knew that this boss Lu Le was also very sloppy in trivial matters, otherwise he wouldn't have made the same mistake as him.

He was controlled carelessly, but now the two were careless again and were counterattacked by this woman.

Having said that, Lu Le was still unwilling to let go of a chance. He quickly broke through the black shadows blocking him like a wall of flesh, and rushed towards Brett, hoping to kill her before she succeeded.

However, how could Brett give Lu Le and the others a chance with this slight advantage established.

Although some black shadows dissipated under Lu Le's attack, more black shadows continued to make up for it. In the end, the distance between Lu Le and Brett became wider and wider.

"Damn, Boss Lu Le, I miscalculated. This, these people can't be count-level shadows at all. These shadows may be Duke-level! Who the hell is this Quentin? Such a formidable man."

Although he kept attacking with his hands, it still couldn't stop Zhou Rulin's mouth. He was annoyed and sighed at the same time. At the end of hearing it, Lu Le didn't know whether he was scolding that Italian Quentin Marino or praising him.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in Lu Le's mind. He remembered that Luo Xue seemed to have said something to him before...

"Shadow can't beat Quentin Marino."

Luo Xue's expression at that time was still reflected in Lu Le's mind. He couldn't understand it at the time, but now everything seems to be clear.

The shadow body has the SS-level metamorphic ability [Shadow], and it can't beat Quentin Marino. That's what Luo Xue said at the time.

Before, Lu Le thought that he could only be defeated, but now it seems that he was completely restrained.

"Damn it! Zhou Rulin, these shadows were not borrowed by Quentin Marino, they were his subordinates!"

As soon as this remark came out, Zhou Rulin was dumbfounded. His source of information had never told him what kind of relationship this Quentin Marino had with the Blood Race, let alone a Duke of the Blood Race.

"how do I say this!"

"What the hell, who the hell have you ever seen lend your most loyal subordinate to someone else's subordinate? This fucking relationship is wrong. Are you an idiot?"

Lu Le felt that his good qualities would be destroyed by Zhou Rulin, an idiot.

For example, what happened now is like I let my son recognize a friend's son as my son, who the hell would be so stupid, although this metaphor may not be appropriate, but the relationship is indeed the case.

Zhou Rulin's reaction was also quick, he reacted extremely fast, and instantly understood what Lu Le meant, "This..."

"Also, you should know that Ying in the sixth game can't beat him, right? Damn, now it seems that not only can't beat him, but he's completely fucking restrained."

Because of the constant fighting, Lu Le's speech was extremely fast, and it was mixed with anger that even Lu Le himself didn't realize.

"I see."

Zhou Rulin quickly collected information on the thirteen clans in his mind, and found that there really seemed to be a duke from one clan who could match up with Quentin Marino.

"I see, Lesenbra, fuck it, Quentin is from the Lesenbra family!"

Almost every clan of the blood clan has its own characteristics, and their pride almost fully reflects these characteristics.

The Lesenbra family left a deep impression on Lu Le.

The Lesenbra family, a family that is hard to describe in words, some of the characteristics of their family have long been recognized. While overlooking all living beings, they still maintain some humanity. They will despise the hard work of others, but at the same time they will Respect the achievements of others, everything depends on the mood.They pursue the pinnacle of power, but they regard the honor and titles brought by power as dirty products, so they love to play behind the scenes and push everything behind the scenes, which makes the world fear them, because who No one knows whether there will be their participation behind a case.

At that time, Lu Le was still very dismissive when he heard about the traits of this fucking family, but now it seems that he is a fucking dog, he is exactly the same as that He Yemu master.

First, he secretly established Kawame, then took Xiyuan Temple Issei and others as his subordinates, and then dumped all the blame on Odagiri Joe. To be honest, if Lu Le didn't feel that something was wrong later, maybe he would really go to him directly. Odagiri gave way.

Why do all phenomena point to Joe Odagiri?

This man is really too cunning.

Thinking of this, Lu Le suddenly thought of that He Fangxiao. If he hadn't been listening to the sixth round and Fang Huilan kept saying that he was from the Kunlun He family, he would have thought that man was also from the Lesenbra family. .

No wonder Quentin Marino, the head of the river, hooked up with He Fangxiao. It turned out that the two of them had a fucking similar taste.

Of course, all of this is just speculation by Lu Le and Zhou Rulin, and nothing has been confirmed yet, but Lu Le is sure that the truth of this fact must not be far behind, because...

Just when Zhou Rulin yelled out the sentence "Quentin is from the Lesenbra family!", Lu Le's eyes could see through the shadows that Brett's closed eyes suddenly trembled. He was almost certain that Zhou Rulin's guess was correct.

It seemed that it was time for real, Lu Le no longer wanted to fight with these black shadows, the black stick appeared directly in Lu Le's palm when his palm turned over.

"boom!"

Lu Le held the black stick in his hand and hit the ground fiercely. The electric current in his palm rushed towards the black stick one after another. The black stick was like a carrier of lightning. It swallowed all the lightning and released it instantly. It was even more powerful than before. The lightning that Lu Le released was even bigger.

The purple thunder and lightning surged, and under the blue sky and broad daylight, it looked extremely coquettish.

I saw those thunder and lightning scattered from the bottom of the black stick, like veins shooting out from the veins of leaves, rushing madly towards the densely packed black shadows, their posture was unstoppable, gods blocked and killed gods and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas.

The thunder and lightning were like holy flames washing away the filth of hell, burning away the black shadows, leaving only an afterimage to describe the tragedy just now.

Zhou Rulin looked in shock at the thunder and lightning that seemed to bypass him with self-awareness, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lu Le looked at his results with satisfaction, and sighed to Hai Xiao in his mind:

"Sure enough, the black stick made by Hei Leiyan is melted, and the effect is different, hahahaha."