Chapter 121

"Hey, you're their boss. You're not afraid of death. Now you dare to stay..."

In the corridor of the hall, someone took a lamp to illuminate the steps of the stairs, but the bright light stopped strangely outside, and the steps of the stairs were still dark.

The wind's trip was silent for a while and said, "I don't know who left me and my brothers!"

"Oh... Yes... Is this the legendary friendly team?"

The voice was surprised and then mocked.

"You don't have any art in speaking, you'd better show up!" the wind said faintly.

The dark staircase was silent for nearly half a minute before a voice came out, "why do you talk to those old men, a virtuous and natural politician?"

Well, it seems that I'm not satisfied with the evaluation of the wind trip.

I dare not think so when I travel in the wind. I can't even get in the light. This ability is really strange. The man can't know what he's preparing inside. It's too bad for the next battle. The real "enemy is in the dark, I am in the light!"

The wind gave a look to a companion who could move things with his mind. The man understood and casually summoned a hard object and smashed it into the stairwell. But after half a minute, neither the wind nor the people heard the sound of an object hitting the wall

The wind was surprised in his heart, turned back and hurriedly said, "does anyone know what his ability is?"

Then the wind's trip found that the people who are still standing with themselves are those who have been staying on the first floor for healing, and all the combatants who have gone up the second floor and above have disappeared.

"Who knows? You can say it out loud..." the voice of "helping voice" came from the dark stairway.

The wind frowned.

"Nobody!" the voice said in surprise. "Then I'll come out by myself... Guess what I'm wearing?"

"When, when, when, cowboy!"

The darkness faded away and the light finally entered the stairwell. The wind trip looked at the American Western cowboy dress in front of him, and the strange speaker frowned again.

"You talk and act like a woman!" the companion in charge of lighting scolded.

Hawking, who was putting on POS, was stiff. After he relieved himself, he snapped his fingers and replied, "fuckyou! This is art, do you understand!"

"Cut..." the companion didn't think so. "Isn't it a blow from boss Feng's evaluation just now?"

Hawking's face was slightly red and said faintly, "I'm very congenial with you. I won't kill you later. I'll take you home and keep you well..."

The companions with five big and three thick faces and beard dregs have a cold back. I don't know whether to scold or laugh

"Who are you?" the wind looked into his eyes and said in a cold tone.

Feng's trip has been in Jinfeng for twenty or thirty years. Although he has not mastered the list of members like those elders, he has never heard of anyone with this strange ability in Jinfeng.

Hawking leaned his body against the metal handrail of the stairs, just tall enough for his ass to sit on it. Hawking patted the handrail gently, and the crisp metal sound came out, which was particularly peaceful in the tense confrontation.

"The atmosphere is too tense. Let's have a music to slow down." Hawking smiled and said faintly.

The wind frowned and secretly mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth. The position of Taiji began to cover the whole building.

"Eh... Ancient warrior?" Hawking's eyes flashed a trace of surprise. "Last time a fool looked down on the ancient warrior, but he was blasted into slag with a missile. I can't stand this FG again this time!"

"I've never seen you before. Where are you from?" the wind asked.

There is still room for maneuver. As long as Hawking admits that he has accepted some benefits of Li Yi, he will help. Then the wind trip can also give Hawking some benefits and make him stop. The word "interest" has always been a tradable thing, but what the wind trip didn't expect is that he would never give what Li Yi gave.

Hawking was still sitting on the metal handrail, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, showing some anger. "I hate sneak attacks most. Why are there always some sneaky people in the world who go astray and rely on this kind of thing to win the battle, especially those Jews!"

"Ah!"

A sad cry came from the first floor.

The wind is thinking about how the term "Jew" should narrow the scope of speculation about Hawking's identity. A companion with stealth ability has been stealth and is ready to come forward to strike Hawking, but I don't know what kind of ability Hawking used to find his trace. Then the companion seems to have been bitten by something, and one arm and belt bone disappear.

"Bang!"

Another companion took out a strange pistol, attached his strength to the bullet, and rushed over with great destructive power.

Then the expected thing didn't happen, and the bullet magically disappeared

There was a cold sweat on his cheeks during the wind trip. Even if the bullet couldn't hit Hawking, he could accept it. After all, there were too many people in the world who could escape the bullet, but the bullet didn't hit anything in the stairs, but disappeared in an instant.

What kind of ability can this phenomenon occur?

The wind's trip nervously searched the information in his mind and found that he knew nothing about it.

"Are you curious?" Hawking smiled. "Hillbilly..."

"What the fuck are you talking about!"

A thin but hot laser shot at Hawking. It turned out that the companion in charge of lighting used the searchlight as a cover. His ability was to gather light, turn it into heat and become a mobile laser weapon.

Then the laser that was enough to penetrate ten centimeters of the wall did not hurt Hawking, but was absorbed by the dark thing in front of him.

"Damn it, I've been found!" Hawking scolded, but he didn't care at all. Because unlike bullets, lasers are constantly emitted, Hawking has to maintain the black object in front of him.

As soon as the wind trip shines, is this and that the ghost?

Finding the appearance of Hawking's ability makes the wind trip relieved, so it's easier to deal with it.

"Take the injured brothers out..." the wind said.

The corners of the clothes were blown by the breeze and swayed slightly

The evolution ability of Tai Chi force field is formed in the whole building.

"What, you're not an ancient warrior, you're an evolutionist." Hawking patted his forehead and said angrily.

"A long time ago, I could feel the fluctuation of the vitality of heaven and earth, and master began to teach me ancient martial Tai Chi. But after that, something happened, my ancient martial arts didn't make progress anymore. Until later, I found that my ability was not ancient martial arts, but the evolutor - Tai Chi force field!"

When the breeze blew into the hall, the dust gently raised and painted a Tai Chi pattern on the ground. The wind line stands in the middle of the pattern.

"Ah..." Hawking's mouth opened into a circle, and then sighed: "what a moving story, what a poor child, the master is gone, so he can only feel it slowly by himself..."

The wind frowned. He didn't expect Hawking's analytical ability to be so strong.

"Do you know?" Hawking bowed his head and said, "compared with your ability to lose family affection and rely on sadness. A person baptized by the blood prison won't shed a tear. A fragile person is not qualified to be strong... Hillbilly!"

The journey of the wind hummed silently, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, and the wound that was not easy to ease was bleeding again.

When approaching Hawking, the Tai Chi force field was suddenly strongly sucked by something, affecting the body of the wind trip.

The wind's eyes flashed. He probably knew what Hawking's ability was

"Did you find it?" Hawking smiled and shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, what do you know? Can you beat me?"

The wind's trip bit his teeth, but he really couldn't beat... He can absorb anything. He doesn't dare to be close to himself with a Tai Chi position. He is a natural nemesis.

"Do you regret calling your little friends out, or you may have a chance to win by relying on your ability combination." Hawking leaned forward and guessed with a smile.

The wind gave a cold hum. He really regretted it, but fortunately he told them to go out, otherwise they might all be buried here. They are... The future.

"Let me make a deal with you..." Hawking finally stepped down the stairs.

Every step he takes, part of the Tai Chi force field is corroded.

The wind finally couldn't support it. He knelt down on the ground, his left hand on the ground, and his right hand held his chest with five fingers open.

Hawking glanced at him faintly and then said: "we have a project to study why ancient warriors and evolutionists can't have messy problems on the human body at the same time. Don't say their names. After all, you know that those experts can't give powerful and domineering names. They can only combine them with difficult words and sentences, and then call them rigorous. I don't understand..."

"Well... Your Taiji ability is naturally to overcome hardness with softness, so you have an affinity for everything... My black hole is not..."

The journey of the wind bowed its head and remained silent.

Hawking came down, sat down on the fourth and fifth steps, stretched one foot gently, put down the steps, and then arched the other foot. That looks like a middle school sophomore.

"I think the reason why you didn't make progress in ancient martial arts is that the Taiji evolution ability in your body has awakened?" Hawking analyzed and looked at the wind with the eyes of misers and gold coins, "But you should know that ancient martial arts and evolutionary ability are opposite. Even if the evolutionary ability is not awakened, he can't feel the slightest vitality of heaven and earth. And because you learn Tai Chi and know Tai Chi, you become one in a billion."

The former refers to ancient martial arts, while the latter refers to evolutionary ability.

Hawkington paused. "So, I think... You should be helpful to this experiment, although I have found a very perfect experimental body."

"Pa!"

Hawking clapped his hands and said in surprise, "but the experimental body, there are not too many things at all. In case that is broken, your spare tire can be used."

"Do you think you can catch me?" Feng Zhixing smiled.

Hawking also laughed, "why should I catch you? I hate active things most. Isn't it better to take the body back? Anyway, it's an extra gift. If those in white coats dare to complain, I'll throw them all into the black hole!"

I was surprised at the trip of the wind. Hawking never plays cards according to common sense. It's really unbearable. Someone sitting on the seventh floor also has deep feelings.

"You want to live, don't you?" Hawking snapped his fingers and guessed confidently.

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"Who doesn't want to live and embarrass you?"

A black figure stood at the door of the hall. The street lamp outside the door pulled the slightly bowed body long.

The evening wind blows into the hall, and the Tai Chi pattern on the ground is gently blown away