Open the door is Marvel

Liu Chenming has been living in the base camp of the so-called "Huashen Sect" these days.

The headquarters of the Huashen Sect is in a hotel called Yuemanlou in Binhai City.

After learning something about the Huashen Sect, Zhao Yang separated from Zhou Ying and came to the hotel alone.

Arriving at the door of the hotel, Zhao Yang dialed Liu Chenming's number.

Soon, the phone was connected, and Zhao Yang's familiar voice came from the phone.

"Hello, Yoko?"

"I'll wait for you at the entrance of Yuemanlou Hotel. Come down."

Liu Chenming was silent for a while, and his tone became a little cold: "Zhou Ying called you? Are you also here to persuade me?"

"I'll wait for you for 10 minutes. If you don't come down, I'll go up and look for you."

Zhao Yang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Liu Chenming walked out of the hotel.

Seeing Liu Chenming coming over and about to speak, Zhao Yang shook his head and kicked him to the ground, looking at him with an angry look on his face.

"Zhao Yang, you are crazy!" Liu Chenming looked at Zhao Yang angrily.

"I think you are so crazy!"

Zhao Yang said, lifted Liu Chenming up and punched Liu Chenming in the face.

"Can't you live a good life anymore? You actually learned how to join a cult!"

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"He actually beats his wife!"

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"Sell the house!"

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"loan!"

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Every time Zhao Yang said something, the anger in his heart increased, and he punched Liu Chenming hard in the face. Soon, Liu Chenming was beaten into a pig's head by Zhao Yang.

Although Zhao Yang was angry, he did not lose his mind. Although he carried Liu Chenming and beat him violently, he always controlled his strength. Otherwise, with his current inhuman strength, he could beat Liu Chenming alive with just a little force. die.

At this time, a man in his 30s and seven or eight security guards came around.

"Let him go first, otherwise... hum!" The leading man looked at Zhao Yang and snorted coldly.

"High Priest, save me." Seeing this man, Liu Chenming suddenly began to struggle violently.

High Priest?

After hearing Liu Chenming's words, Zhao Yang's eyes narrowed and he looked deeply at the man in front of him.

"Save your sister! Shut up!"

Zhao Yang glared at Liu Chenming fiercely and punched Liu Chenming in the stomach. The severe pain made Liu Chenming scream, and his body instantly curled up into a braised prawn and lay motionless on the ground.

Ignoring Liu Chenming, Zhao Yang took a deep look at the man in front of him.

He has short hair, slightly pale skin, wears a decent suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looks like a successful person.

"Otherwise, what can you do?"

Zhao Yang looked at the high priest with a half-smile and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing Zhao Yang's provocation, the high priest lowered his eyes, his face was slightly gloomy, and he laughed softly.

"Jie Jie Jie, boy, no one has dared to talk to me like this for a long time. I appreciate your courage."

As he said that, the high priest raised his eyebrows at the security guards next to him and said in a cold voice: "Destroy him first, don't beat him to death. It will be boring if you beat him to death."

Hearing this, several security guards behind the high priest smiled ferociously and rushed forward without hesitation, waving the rubber sticks in their hands.

Seeing the security guard rushing up, Zhao Yang twitched into a sneer.

Bang bang bang bang...

This group of security guards came and left quickly. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight security guards were kicked out by Zhao Yang. They fell to the ground and passed out.

Zhao Yang didn't have a good impression of these guys who were helping the tyranny, so Wei Wei used a little force. Although it wouldn't be enough to kick them to death, it would at least make them unable to get out of bed for a few months.

After kicking the security guards away, Zhao Yang flicked the non-existent dust on his trouser legs, looked at the high priest with a smile, and continued to ask: "What else can you do?"

When it comes to showing off, Zhao Yang said that he has never been afraid of anyone!

Seeing that Zhao Yang had eliminated seven or eight security guards in the blink of an eye, the high priest showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was just surprise, but he did not show any panic or fear.

"Haha, I looked down on you, you turned out to be a practicing master.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer real practitioners. I didn’t expect to meet one today. Boy, join my religion and I will make you an elder. How about that? "

The high priest looked at Zhao Yang seriously and said.

"Tsk...I'm sick!"

Hearing the words of the high priest, Zhao Yang couldn't help but sneered and looked at him with a look of disgust.

Hearing this, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the high priest, and then he shook his head and smiled: "Ignorant and pathetic mortal, but my God is merciful and will not blame you for the crime of disrespect."

As he spoke, a flash of red light suddenly flashed in the high priest's eyes, and he clasped his hands together and made a weird gesture.

"Soul imprint!"

Seeing the actions of the high priest, Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he felt a slight shock in his head, as if something was trying to get into his head.

Zhao Yang was startled, but the next second, Zhao Yang felt his eyes suddenly heat up, and then the uncomfortable feeling in his head disappeared instantly.

"How is this going!"

Zhao Yang was slightly shocked.

"Soul brand? What the hell? Spells? Are there really spells in this world?"

Seeing Zhao Yang motionless, the high priest's face showed a hint of joy.

"Haha, what can Lian Jiazi do? If you are branded by this priest's soul, you are not at the mercy of this priest."

After hearing the words of the high priest, Zhao Yang, who was still thinking wildly, was stunned for a moment.

"At his mercy?"

In an instant, Zhao Yang probably understood why Liu Chenming suddenly seemed to be a different person.

The high priest didn't know that Zhao Yang was not controlled by him, but he still said to himself: "Haha, Brother Hua must be very happy to control a Lianjiazi this time."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang's eyes moved slightly.

Hua brother?

Huashen Cult?

After thinking about it, Zhao Yang still didn't speak, just looked at the high priest quietly.

At this time, Liu Chenming, who was next to Zhao Yang, slowly got up from the ground, looked at Zhao Yang, then at the high priest, and said, "High priest, is he also inspired by my god?"

The high priest nodded: "Yes, this is your friend?"

Liu Chenming nodded repeatedly, looking like a fool: "You are my friend since childhood. High Priest, you are really discerning."

The high priest seemed to enjoy Liu Chenming's clumsy flattery and laughed: "Hahaha, Liu Chenming, has your friend been practicing martial arts since he was a child?"

Liu Chenming was stunned: "Martial arts? No, he has never..."

The high priest shook his head and interrupted Liu Chenming: "Haha, it seems that your friend is hiding very deep. Even you don't know about it, but it doesn't matter. I'll find out if I ask."

With that said, the high priest looked at Zhao Yang and asked, "What's your name?"

"High Priest, his name is..." Liu Chenming was about to speak, but was glared hard by the High Priest and quickly shut up.

"Reporting to the high priest, my name is Zhao Yang." Zhao Yang replied calmly.

Since the high priest thought he was being controlled, Zhao Yang simply decided to use his trick.

This high priest actually has the ability to control other people's thoughts. Zhao Yang is very curious about who this high priest is.

It’s still the Brother Hua he talks about!

Huashen Sect, Brother Hua...

Where are they sacred?