I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

Mixed race?

Lu Mingfei instinctively felt that something was wrong.

As if some kind of ceremony was being held, the onlookers murmured a vast amount of language, and their voices came together like an ancient bell humming.

Their teeth protruded, their nails became sharp, and their faces were covered with dense scales. The majesty in the golden pupils gradually turned into longing and madness!

Like a bloodthirsty beast!

This crazy gesture gradually overlapped with the memory in Lu Mingfei's mind, reminding him of the night when he accidentally saw Gu Bei using a strange spell for the first time.

Lu Mingfei was shocked: "Deadpool!"

Just two words seemed to be the key to open Pandora's box. After a brief commotion, the group of Deadpool rushed up like wolves smelling fishy.

"I boil it!"

Although Lu Mingfei often watched Gu Bei and Chu Zihang in actual combat, but he himself has no combat experience at all, so it is really courting death to face the dead waiters like this.

In desperation, Lu Mingfei lifted the table and threw it at the dead waiters, pulling Su Xiaoqiang to step on the table and jump out of the encirclement.

Even if he hasn't awakened the dragon's blood, Lu Mingfei can be regarded as a cultivator to some extent, not only for physical training, but also for his extraordinary talent, and his strength is not too small.

Su Xiaoqiang felt as if he was being dragged by a truck, he rushed in one direction involuntarily, and then rose into the air, dodging a wave of monster attacks.

She grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand tightly and landed screaming: "What the hell are they?! What's the situation now?!"

At this time, this question is no different from the century-old problem of "who am I", "where am I" and "what am I going to do?" Pulling her and running towards the exit, he said, "Don't worry about it so much, it's important to escape!"

The Deadpool behind him pursued closely, and there were still Deadpools gathered around. Some Deadpools might still be rational, but they ran to the front and blocked the exit.

Lu Mingfei pulled Su Xiaoqiang to make an emergency turn, avoiding a wave of siege and interception. Looking around, he found that Chu Zihang was no longer fighting with the bartender.

"Brother, where have you been!! Help-life-ah-!!!"

Where did Chu Zihang go?

He's still in the bar, but not above ground, but underground.

And the bartender.

The two broke through the wooden floor during the fight and entered the underground wine cellar.

The bartender is very skilled, definitely professionally trained, and of unknown origin.

There is a high probability that the word spirit is of the detection type, and the blood is tied?

It should be, otherwise the other party would not be able to target himself and Lu Mingfei as soon as they came up. If they were seeking money and sex, they should target Su Xiaoqiang first.

Obviously, the other party knew that Chu and Lu had dragon blood.

The opponent came for the mixed race, and judging by his posture, it was obvious that he came prepared.

But what Chu Zihang couldn't understand was why?

Could it be that this is a bar that specializes in hunting mixed races?

No, if there is such a place, then Kassel should have information on record.

Is that aimed at himself and Lu Mingfei?

It's even more impossible. Only Chu Zihang has been abroad, but he has never been to Japan. There is no enmity between the two in Japan, and it is impossible for someone to target them.

Why is it?

The bartender's clothes had already been torn into strips by Chu Zihang, and the two of them collided with each other's fists and feet. Chu Zihang pinched the opponent's wrist and punched forward. So, Chu Zihang saw the opportunity, pulled with his backhand, snatched the short knife from the opponent's hand, and then slammed the opponent back.

The bartender couldn't stop, took eight or nine steps back, and leaned against the wall of the underground wine cellar.

Chu Zihang weighed the short knife in his hand, retracted the tip of the knife slightly, and put it in a posture of cohabitation.

It is extremely weird to use the short sword to put on this posture, neither can use the quickness of the combined sword technique of the residence, and it is difficult to take advantage of the close-quarters short attack of the short sword.

But for some reason, Chu Zihang's pose was quite harmonious.

Chu Zihang had no other choice.

He has never practiced short swordsmanship, and he does not have a suitable weapon at hand, so it is very disadvantageous to face the opponent's double swords with bare hands.

After all, Chu Zihang's clothes were cut into rags by two knives, revealing two huge chest muscles and well-proportioned abdominal muscles.

Moreover, for Chu Zihang, the length of the knife only changes the attack distance, and does not affect its lethality.

As long as it can kill, it is a good knife.

The bartender leaned against the wall to pant for a while, stretched out his hand to tear off the cloth strips on his body, and said with a hint of admiration in his tone: "As expected of the young master of the Snake Qi Ba Family, I thought I was well prepared this time, it seems that I I still underestimate you."

Chu Zihang: ? ? ?

The Japanese all admire the strong, Chu Zihang knows that.

But there seems to be something wrong with what the other party said?

However, none of the words the bartender said was in Chu Zihang's thesaurus, and Chu Zihang didn't quite understand what the other party said.

Before Chu Zihang could recall, the bartender said again: "But this time I finally asked the general to bring you here, and I will keep you here no matter what."

Chu Zihang: ...

It's not that he doesn't want to say something, but he doesn't understand at all, hey!

Please turn on the microphone to communicate, OK?

After the bartender finished speaking, he found that Chu Zihang did not respond, thinking that the other party looked down on him, so he was too lazy to say anything, snorted coldly, and took out a shot of medicine from his pocket.

Chu Zihang frowned, deeply influenced by Gu Bei, he understood a truth, that is, don't let the opponent have a chance to comeback.

Once the opponent makes any abnormal moves during the battle, don't hesitate to stop him!

Raise your hand, stamp your feet, charge, and swing your knife.

The action is smooth and smooth, in one go.

The bartender swung his knife to block, dodged to dodge, and laughed loudly: "It's late, don't try to stop me, you can't escape!"

As he spoke, the injection pierced the skin, and the medicinal liquid flowed into the heart along the vein.

"Plop-plop-"

The powerful beating sound of the heart echoed throughout the underground wine cellar, the blood flowed back to the heart and then pumped out again, but the concentration of the dragon blood doubled!

The bartender curled up on the ground in pain, the floor was wet with sweat.

But Chu Zihang was not careless at all, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from this kneeling man.

That was a feeling that Gu Bei never brought.

like... like...

Like a rainy night, the Maybach is speeding on the highway, and distorted figures surround the Maybach, as if dancing around a bonfire.

As if the bartender was one of them too!

As if his heart was tightly held by a big hand, memories flooded into his heart in an instant, and Chu Zihang was a little out of breath for a while.

Outside the window is the same heavy rain as before, and in front of him is the same Deadpool as before.

Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed again, there are no men, no Maybachs, no highways, no Pegasus, no gods.

What should I do now?

Reason is maintained, thoughts are still retained, but everything is telling Chu Zihang:

kill him!

The power of the dragon is galloping and roaring in the blood vessels, the light of the golden pupil pierces through the cover of the cosmetic pupils and shines into reality.

kill him!

The short knife pierced through time and space, and the youth turned into a flash of lightning and rushed in front of the opponent. Yuan Qi circulated and attached to the blade. This ordinary short knife forcibly tore off the hard scales and stuffed it into the opponent's chest.

kill him!

The killing intent surged in the golden pupils, and the dragon's blood churned up strangely and merged with the qi flowing in the body, forming fine scales on the surface of Chu Zihang's body!

kill him!

If you don't have a weapon, use your claws, use your teeth!

Chu Zihang is dominated by the berserk dragon's blood, and there are already signs of becoming a dead waiter!

Just when Chu Zihang was standing on the edge of the cliff, and could be doomed at any moment, a voice rushed in.

"Brother, where have you been!! Help-life-ah-!!!"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, and the golden color in his eyes gradually faded. Although it still didn't go out, it was no longer glaring.

The pain climbed up to the brain along the nerves, and Chu Zihang finally reacted. Looking at the tattered figure in front of him and his arm covered with scales and teeth marks, he remembered what Gu Bei had said.

"Senior brother, you have to take your time in practice, keep your mind steady, and don't rush to take revenge for a while. If the devil breeds in the center of practice, and the dragon's blood is inherently violent, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Consequences...?

Chu Zihang shook his head, looking at the dilapidated and ready to move Deadpool in front of him, feeling a little disgusted.

Lu Mingfei outside was still calling for help, and it seemed that he was going to make a quick decision.

The golden pupils burned again, and Chu Zihang chanted the ancient words, which brought power and gathered into flames.

Its name is: Jun Yan!

To be honest, using Jun Yan in such a narrow space, even Chu Zihang can't protect himself, but it seems that there is no other way at the moment.

The dead waiter in front of him had an unbelievably strong vitality, even if half of his neck was torn apart by Chu Zihang in that state, he was still alive, and it would be difficult to kill without Jun Yan.

Yanling Junyan, explode!

Under the confinement of Yuan Qi, the king of raging fire marched forward bravely, burning the target into a piece of coke in a few seconds, the flames hit the wall, and a big hole was burned in the wall!

Flames spread along the walls, boiling the barrels and igniting the alcohol.

Burning, exploding, instantly turning the underground wine cellar into a sea of ​​flames.

Chu Zihang hit the wooden floor above his head with a big hand, and with two short knives in his hand, he jumped out of the burning hole, chopped down several dead waiters who surrounded him like melons and vegetables, and rescued him. Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang were exhausted.

"Brother!!!!!!"