Chapter 11 The God of Martial Arts (1) ()

What is human nature? Blue Ocean is too lazy to pay attention to this mysterious philosophical issue. From trading station No. 362 to the second city of Haihu, located near the Mediterranean, the distance is more than ten thousand miles. Blue Ocean is unwilling to hike. It is too slow and a waste of time. But in the trading station, except for the camel, there is only ray horses, and there is not even a slightly decent modern means of transportation, which is really embarrassing.

However, the problem is no longer a problem. In this era of the God of War, although I no longer remember Mr. Chang Kaishen, a perfect man from five thousand years ago, the spirit of Mr. Chang's transportation captain was well implemented and continued. The seven hovercrafts that originally belonged to the Bai family royal family have naturally changed their surnames to Lan. Lan Hai sighed gently, without looking back, and said lightly: "Zou Jiu, come out."

Shining and shrinking, cautious. With a little fear and a little excitement, Zou Jiu tiptoed out of the city gate. At first glance, he saw the headless corpse of the red lion. The inexplicable shocked expression immediately couldn't help but completely exposed to his facial features. Although he had no head, it would not be difficult for anyone who knew the Bai family royal family to recognize his true identity from the clothes on the body.

Although he had made up his mind to bet on Lan Hai, Zou Jiu never expected that Lan Hai would end the battle without even ten minutes. Such a skill is definitely a powerful martial god-level powerhouse! What's even more amazing is that Lan Hai, the martial god, has no one around him for the time being. He hugged this thigh first, and it was just around the corner. What's more prosperous and powerful women are naturally more difficult to deal with. Is there any more profitable business in the world?

Zou Jiu was extremely excited, his heart beat at least three times faster than normal. He trotted and walked to Lan Hai, nodded and bowed, "Sir, the world is invincible!"

Lan Hai actually doesn't like this kind of flattery. However, he just arrived in this era and was not familiar with many things and really needed an errand. Zou Jiu is a talented person who is a follower. Before there is no better choice, he can only make it. He turned around and glanced at Zou Jiu and said lightly: "Zou Jiu, I want to continue to follow me, so I won't say these numb words in the future. Do you understand?"

Zou Jiu was stunned and said respectfully: "Yes, yes." He made up his mind to install a zipper on his mouth.

Lan Hai pointed at the other party and said, "Come here and see, will you drive this hovercraft? It should be okay to use it to the Mediterranean?"

Zou Jiu agreed and walked to the hovercraft to observe carefully. You Zike didn't look at it. When he saw it, his eyes lit up on the spot, and even the voice of his speech trembled. He said in a lost voice: "'Baofeng'rx12! God! I'm not dreaming, right? No, definitely not! There could be 'Baofeng'rx12' in a dream! Haha, hahaha! This time it's developed, developed! Hahahaha!" In the ecstatic laughter, he shouted with joy, his expression full of excitement as if Fan Jin had won the Juren.

Lan Hai was unclear, so he reached out and pressed his hand on Zou Jiu's shoulder, stopping him from laughing and screaming. He frowned and said, "What are you crazy? I ask if this hovercraft is useful."

"Hoaker? No, it's not a garbage cargo like a hovercraft, it's 'Boeing' rx12!" Zou Jiu was excited, and even less restrained when talking to the Blue Ocean. He actually retorted: "Using the new controllable nuclear fusion reactor as power to generate a particle beam suspension force field. The endurance is almost unlimited. The maximum speed reaches 800 kilometers per hour. The shell is made of the latest space material, which can withstand the frictional high heat landing from outside the atmosphere. Without the power above the triple heaven, it is impossible to destroy it. Sir, a single such ship is already more valuable than the entire No. 362 trading station. And there are seven ships here! Haha, it is developed, developed!"

"So what if there are seven ships? I don't know how to clone the art." Lan Hai snorted disapprovingly, and then asked: "Zou Jiu, can you drive such a ship?"

"Yes, yes! The driving system is very simple, similar to an old hovercraft. Hehe, I just happen to be a third-level driving qualification for an old hovercraft." Zou Jiu was excited and ready to try, looking eager to try. Lan Hai looked at this guy who was already quite old and almost about to be four in the end. Suddenly, he showed a look like a child getting a favorite toy, and couldn't help but feel funny. He said lightly: "Since you like and know how to drive, then let me bring you all the things you need to prepare, and I will sit on it to Haihu Second City. But..."

The eyes moved, and the Blue Sea glanced at the eye-catching sea tiger battle pattern on the outer shell of the hovercraft. Immediately, a strong disgust burst out from the deepest part of his heart. He pinched his fist and instinctively wanted to punch him, completely destroying everything that belonged to the Bai family royal family. However, this impulse was extremely irrational and even unnecessary. So Blue Sea immediately used its own rationality to suppress it, and snorted coldly, turned and said in a deep voice: "Zou Jiu, find a bucket of paint."

Come on, repaint the shell of the hull. I hate this mark." While speaking, he finally couldn't help but the desire for destruction and pushed it out with a palm. The invisible palm force caused huge wind pressure. The hovercraft anchored at the farthest was like being bombarded by shells on the spot. "Bang!" was pulled up in the air, and the hull was cut into two from it, and metal parts all over the sky flew everywhere like rain. Zou Jiu was stunned, and then subconsciously screamed: "My boat! Sir, wouldn't you take you to waste things like this?"

This Zou Jiu seemed to be really worthy of money and life. He actually had the courage to protest to himself for the sake of a broken ship. In an instant, Lan Hai couldn't help but feel angry and funny. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly screamed "Ah!" and suddenly a figure jumped out of the pile of dead people on the ground, running wildly in the direction of the Gobi Desert. He was a soldier of the Bai family royal family! Among the previous pair of soldiers, there was a death seed left?

"With the hidden breath of my companion's body, I am trying to wait for everyone to escape before leaving, right? Hey, if it weren't for the alarming of my palm, he might have really succeeded. Interesting, really interesting." A smile appeared naturally at the corner of Lan Hai's mouth. He bent over, picked up a piece of gravel the size of a fingernail from his feet, spread the gravel with his left hand, aimed it at the escaped soldier, and flicked his fingers.

The sharp roar of "swish!" broke through the wind and the soldier who had already run more than 500 meters away immediately screamed "Ah!" and he couldn't help but pounce on the ground, turning several somersaults in succession, then he barely stopped the castration. He struggled to get up and continue to escape, but then he moved gently, and immediately burst into a heart-wrenching and intense pain from his right leg. The soldier's face was twisted, and he twitched and curled up to the ground in irresistible manner, and he could no longer resist. Blood was flowing from the size of a ping-pong ball on his thigh, and the huge wounds that were transparent in front and back were flowing continuously, obviously hurting the artery.

Lan Hai stopped the enemy and did not look at it much, but said casually: "That soldier is interesting. Zou Jiu, heal his injuries and bring him back to see me." He turned around and left, and went back to the hotel at the trading station to rest. Zou Jiu did not dare to neglect. He first peeled off the magnetic field energy detector from the head of the Red Lion's dead man, and then found a first aid package from the hovercraft and walked towards the soldier cursingly.

When he got close, Zou Jiu did not provide first aid, but instead kicked the soldier and cursed: "The dead target ghost has caused me to lose a 'Baofeng'rx12. You can't afford to be a cow or a horse for ten years!" The soldier was so sad that he fell into a state of half-dreaming and didn't know how to dodge. Zou Jiu stepped on his chest with one foot. As he moaned softly, something suddenly fell out of his arms with a "smack!", but it was a tightly wrapped oil paper bag.

Zou Jiu frowned, picked up the oil paper bag curiously, and said to himself, "What's the matter? You're actually putting it in your arms like a target ghost?" He opened it casually and glanced at it casually. Unexpectedly, he looked inside. After a glance, Zou Jiu was so shocked that he was stiff all over and blurted out: "Ground, ground, ground, ground! Hell! " His legs were weak, and he actually sat down on the ground. The oil paper bag fell off from his hands. In broad daylight, he suddenly saw an ancient book that was as thick as a brick. The cover on the written was half a centimeter thick, and an extremely distinctive one was printed on it: Sea Tiger Battle Pattern!

"Hell Road? What is this?" In the room of the hotel, Lan Hai took the old book as thick as a brick from Zou Jiu. Although the pattern of the sea tiger war pattern on the cover made him feel unhappy, the familiar Chinese words "Hell Road" made him feel extremely friendly. He reached out and stroked the cover gently, and gently sighed. After a while, Lan Hai turned around and asked Zou Jiu, "Is this book very precious?"
Chapter completed!