Urban Horror House

boom!
A muffled sound came out.

But there is no picture of the Minotaur being beaten into the air as imagined by many veterans of the Martial Arts Association.

Instead, there was a shocking scene.

I saw Sun Zhiwei's shoulder, after touching the Minotaur's chest, not only did he not knock the opponent into the air, but he himself flew upside down as if hit by a train.

And the Minotaur stood there, not moving at all!

"This is impossible!"

These elders from the Martial Arts Association felt unbelievable.

Sun Zhiwei is a direct descendant of Bajimen, and he has practiced authentic Bajiquan since he was a child. Although he has been a little slack in recent years, he is still at the level of a master. The stick just now has at least 1000 catties of strength!

Even if it is a big tree with five people hugging each other, its inside will be broken, and even a big hole will be blasted out!

And the actor pretending to be a Minotaur was standing there intact like a normal person!
Deng Deng!

Sun Zhiwei is more or less a master. After being knocked into the air, he adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed firmly in the crowd.

"Cough cough."

It's just that as soon as he landed, he couldn't hold back the churning in his chest, and coughed twice.

There was a smear of blood on his lips, and his throat was filled with the smell of rust.

"Hiss, no!"

Seeing this scene, the fat old man next to him took a wild breath, almost twitching the corners of his mouth.

Sun Zhiwei's sticking to the mountain, he has experienced it before, even with his own years of intensive horizontal kung fu, it is difficult to compete, so he can only avoid its edge.

That is to say, even a person at the level of a grandmaster dare not stand up against Sun Zhiwei's backer!
Is this the equivalent of a car hitting you head-on?Who dares to head-on?

But that Minotaur dared, and it didn't suffer any damage!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At this time, a loud coughing sound came.

Everyone was taken aback, and quickly followed the source of the sound, their eyes froze.

Smears of blood also appeared on the mouth and nose of the Minotaur.

But this blood is not red, but black, like black iron, and exudes an extremely weird smell!

They are sure that this smell is definitely not the blood smell of normal people!
A hint of doubt and shock appeared in the eyes of several people.

"Could it be an evil cultivator?"

Qin Ge looked at the Minotaur that was bleeding from its mouth and nose, and couldn't help but let out a low murmur.

The sound was not loud, only a few old people could hear it, and the people in the live broadcast room naturally had no way of knowing it.

But with just a few words, the faces of the bosses of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association froze instantly.

Although cultivators in this world have endless means and various magical weapons, they are formidable opponents, but because they practice frequently and have no contact with modern society, they don't pose too many threats, just deal with them carefully.

Even if there is a conflict with the other party, as long as the mind is active and the two parties have no mortal hatred, it may turn hostility into friendship in the end.

All you have to do is to bribe the other party in various ways, drag them into the water, into the secular world, and let them lose their minds.

But the so-called evil cultivators, that is, those who practice evil methods, specialize in heresy, do things cruelly and viciously, without the slightest humanity, as long as they appear, they will definitely cause some disasters!
Even a master-level figure is nothing more than an ordinary enemy in front of them!

As long as you use some means, you can kill!
Although there are fewer and fewer evil cultivators in Huaguo, they are not without it!

"There are evil cultivators in this haunted house!"

All the elders looked at each other, unable to make up their minds for a while, not knowing what to do.

A trace of panic flashed in Sun Zhiwei's eyes, he swallowed, and couldn't help but take two steps back, even wanting to turn his head and leave.

He has been in contact with evil cultivators, and he is definitely a stubborn stubble that he dare not provoke!
What's more, the other party can withstand his backing, just vomited blood, this kind of physical strength is no longer what he can fight against the enemy!
As long as he meets, is caught by the opponent, and only crushes him with his body, he will only have a dead end!
The next moment, an arm was suddenly pressed on Sun Zhiwei's shoulder.

"Old man, don't go back, isn't this game just started?"

Hearing this sudden voice, Sun Zhiwei's expression suddenly changed, full of fear!

"It's you?"

Sun Zhiwei turned his head abruptly, only to see someone looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

If it wasn't Chen Sixian, the owner of the haunted house, who else could it be?
Seeing Chen Sixian approaching, several old men couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The originally tense mood has also been relieved.

When the Minotaur saw Chen Sixian approaching, a hint of surprise appeared in his green eyes, and his face became even more complicated.

The fist that was originally intended to be smashed out was temporarily retracted!
Out of the corner of Shen Pingqiu's eyes, he saw the change of the Minotaur, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether this person is a cultivator or not, at least Chen Sixian's arrival will make him stop doing anything, which is also excellent.

Qin Ge, who was wearing a Tang suit, clasped his fists at Chen Sixian and said, "Little brother, this game is over, the card is yours, and I think it's over here."

"The previous unhappiness, let it never happen at all, and we will keep our mouths shut in the future and will not tell this matter."

"If I remember correctly, your President Qin is one of the few who can be the master of the house, right?"

Chen Sixian looked at Qin Ge, saw him nodding, and continued: "Now that the live broadcast is on, everyone has already seen it. If you stop it rashly, it will be a shame for the few of you."

"Everyone is here, why don't you visit the ruined temple? Maybe there will be unexpected surprises."

After finishing speaking, Chen Sixian took a meaningful look at Sun Zhiwei.

This made Sun Zhiwei feel chills down his spine.

Before they came here, they already knew that in this ruined temple, there was an existence similar to Qinglong Yanyue Dao, which was able to tell the crimes committed by criminals in their lives, which was extremely miraculous.

But they feel that these things are nothing more than false means, and there is nothing to worry about.

The staff of the haunted house first investigate the serious crimes committed by the criminals, and then use high-tech means to transform the originally fictional CG splicing images into a pseudo-documentary film that looks like real shooting, and arrange them in the ruined temple in advance.

After the target arrives at the ruined temple, these videos will be played with the help of the magical Qinglong Yanyue Saber to punish criminals.

Not only the former Li Zhiqiang and Wang Ying, but also Su Tian, ​​who was the first upper-class figure in Yunfeng City, and Zhang Ling, the imposter philanthropist, were all brought down by this method.

The previous masters of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association all thought so.

Even Sun Zhiwei, who has been involved in many crimes, feels that this kind of inferior method is by no means helpless to him.

Now confidence has been destroyed quite seriously!

There are not many left now!