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Ye Zheng used his palm blade to cut Huang Yongxiang's neck. When the edge of his palm was still two inches away from Huang Yongxiang's skin, Huang Yongxiang's wrist nimbly flipped upwards and blocked Ye Zheng's attack.

This old man's speed and technique had actually reached perfection!

Ye Zheng changed the style of his palm technique and used the Phoenix's Eye Fist.

It attacked Huang Yongxiang's temple.

Huang Yongxiang used an ingenious method to grab hold of Ye Zheng's wrist.

Ye Zheng also used his capturing techniques, the two of them exchanged over thirty moves in the blink of an eye.

In terms of profound techniques and unpredictable changes, Huang Yongxiang was above Ye Zheng.

However, Ye Zheng was young and strong, and his speed and strength held the advantage.

The two of them did not say a word and only focused heavily on the fight.

After the last move, Ye Zheng's fist stopped at a point about a centimeter away from Huang Yongxiang's chin, while Huang Yongxiang's finger was still half a foot away from Ye Zheng's throat.

"I've lost."

Huang Yongxiang's eyes dimmed.

In that exchange just now, the two of them had "stopped there".

Although he was only competing in moves and not inner force, he was still slightly out of breath.

"I'm afraid he won't be as strong as he looks."

Ye Zheng consoled.

"I'm old. I can only dare to bleed."

Huang Yongxiang said mournfully, "If I had youth …"

"Experience and physical fitness, both cannot be gained together."

As Ye Zheng spoke, he stood up, bowed to Huang Yongxiang, and walked out in large strides.

Huang Yongxiang sat on the sofa quietly, his spirit was down, all the energy in his body had been sucked out.

Huang Haiyang quietly walked in and took the blanket off the chair and gently placed it on his father's body.

"He won't stay."

Huang Yongxiang opened his eyes and sighed softly.

"Our security is perfect."

Huang Haiyang comforted his father.

Huang Yongxiang raised his hand and weakly swung it. His complexion suddenly became pale, and his breathing also became hurried.

Huang Haiyang immediately squatted down and took out a transparent bag from a concealed compartment on the side of the sofa.

Huang Yongxiang took the bag, and greedily raised it up high, he drank a big mouthful of blood, and a few lines of red liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Huang Haiyang stood at the side, and silently looked at his father.

After half a minute, Huang Yongxiang's pale face regained some color.

"I don't have much time left."

Huang Yongxiang took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his mouth.

"Father... The plan is not ready yet … "

Huang Haiyang still wanted to say something, but he raised his hand and interrupted his son.

"We have to take the risk."

Huang Yongxiang bared his teeth and laughed sinisterly. His expression did not look human at all. Even his son Huang Haiyang trembled slightly.

Behind the father and son of the Huang family, there was a strange fog. They had their own plans, and the contents of their plans were very crazy!

Deep into the night, Ye Zheng was alone in a hotel's room, sitting at his desk, using his laptop to search for information.

His stern face was reflected in the dim light of the computer screen.

Mystics... Soul and body... During his time in the army, Ye Zheng had studied foreign languages and computer technology. Although he wasn't proficient in them, he was still able to read the contents of the foreign language website.

At home, similar content is called "feudal superstition"

Most of the titles were blocked, but in Malsena, Ye Zheng easily found a lot of relevant content.

If Gao Xiaowen's body had already been destroyed, where would her soul be?

In the abyss of the sea, or in some bottomless pit of land?

Thinking of Gao Xiaowen, Ye Zheng's heart ached.

His fingers nimbly moved the mouse, and the web pages flashed before his eyes one by one … Summon Souls... Soul Arrival … The ashtray beside the desk was filled with more than a dozen cigarette butts.

Gao Xiaowen's body had already turned into ashes. The woman fighting him was just a "Seven-pointed Star".

It was the creation of a body, a product that combined with the Netherworld Demon.

Ye Zheng frowned, his fist supporting his chin, he was deep in thought.

If this "Gao Xiaowen"

Since she had already set her sights on him, she would come knocking on his door sooner or later.

Ye Zheng had exchanged blows with her before, so he knew how terrifying her strength was!

Is there a possibility... Ye Zheng raised his eyes, his eyes shining with a strange light!

He picked up a half of the pencil and started writing on a piece of paper: Steps to resurrect Gao Xiaowen: The first step, captures Gao Xiaowen's body.

Second step, find Gao Xiaowen's soul.

Third, expel the demon out of Gao Xiaowen's body, and then pour its original soul into it.

It was impossible to compare to ascending to the heavens!

Ye Zheng laughed bitterly.

At this moment, the doorbell rang. A gentle female voice came from outside, "Sir, this is your coffee."

"Come in."

Ye Zheng said coldly.

The door opened and a young waitress walked in. Her hair was combed back in an exquisite bun and she wore a waiter's dark blue dress uniform. Her slender legs were wrapped in thin, flesh-colored stockings.

Although this girl was not considered ugly, she did not look confident at all. Even when she walked, she spoke timidly.

"Sir, why are you drinking coffee so late?"

The waitress smiled professionally and placed a cup of coffee on the heat shield.

"I'm immune to coffee."

Ye Zheng smiled and continued to play with the mouse.

"Sir likes to learn mysteries?"

The waitress glanced at the computer screen, feeling surprised.

"I was just randomly watching."

Ye Zheng closed his computer, feeling a little awkward.

The waitress smiled, lowered her head and looked at the draft paper on the table, then asked, "Sir, who do you want to capture?"

"Doodling."

Ye Zheng vigilantly picked up the piece of paper, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the trash can under the table.

"Gao Xiaowen? "Good name."

The waitress chuckled. "Teacher must be courting her."

Ye Zheng's heart trembled, the tone and aura of the female waiter suddenly underwent a bizarre change.

Beneath his shirt, tendons and muscles tensed up.

"Capturing Gao Xiaowen's body is a very difficult mission. If Mister can do it, then you can use your fist to hit God."

"If I were you, I would be sitting in my room waiting for you."

Ye Zheng's pupils constricted. Suddenly, his body trembled and his right hand struck out with his iron elbow.

The waitress was as nimble as a ghost. She did not take a step forward, but instead, she moved two meters away.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your concern."

The female waiter laughed complacently. With one hand, she wiped her face and a familiar face appeared in front of Ye Zheng.

Gao Xiaowen!

Ye Zheng stood up straight, a blade like killing intent flashed past his eyes.

Gao Xiaowen casually untied her hair bun and shook her head.

Her voice was filled with charm as she asked, "Are you surprised that an old friend has come to visit today?"