Here Lies The Wicked

Following along the way, Fang felt unusually calm along the way.

It's calm. It's a little unusual.

Fang was confused.

Hundreds of people come into town every day, and now at night, no one can see them?

These are not groups of ordinary people, but Western practitioners disguised as ordinary people.

In a few days, this number is not 2,000, there are also 1,000 people, one or two thousand practitioners gathered together, if there is no contradiction, no conflict of interest, no enemies to see each other, no noise, it is just not believed.

Where there are people, there are conflicts of interest.

Conflicts of interest are fought.

The practitioners fought so hard, couldn't they have been so quiet in the last few days?

Hundred Buddha Temples.

Until Fang Zheng followed the connector to the neighborhood where the Buddha Temple was located, he finally knew why.

Boom!

There was an explosion, fires and waves, and two water and fire practitioners were fighting.

Both are white westerners.

However, the fighting momentum between the two men was blocked by an overhead junction, so the outside world could not see inside and the inside people could not see outside.

The junction separates this place from the outside world.

As he was entering the junction, he saw the scene of battle in front of him, and he noticed the junction covering a small half block.

Within the boundaries, there are not only two practitioners, there are more practitioners stacked here, and you can see people in front of you, roughly a hundred or two.

These people are divided into several forces, surrounded by hundreds of Buddha temples and opposed to each other.

“Indeed! There's something wrong with this Hundred Buddha Temple! ”

Fang looked forward to the direction of the Buddha Temple and showed a reflective expression on his face.

But it's also strange that no matter how much movement the practitioners make, they don't even see an ordinary person on the street.

Nobody actually woke up from their sleep by the sound of the explosion.

“These ordinary people have been sleeping without waking up… are there practitioners who interfere, just like the boundaries above their heads, to prevent the situation from leaking to the outside world? ”

The unusual details of the neighborhood caused suspicion and suspicion, that is, such a moment of distraction, before he realized that he had lost the connectionist who had been walking in front.

His gaze sinks.

Look around.

But none of the operators were found.

Fang stood there and sang. There was no rush to find an operator. Instead, he looked at the battle between the two water and fire practitioners.

He would like to take this opportunity to look at the way Western practitioners fight, and if he encounters Western practitioners in the future, he can do so again and again.

It is discovered that both practitioners should be the lucky ones to wake up unexpectedly, fighting in a straightforward, simple and boring manner, not those ancient occupations and ancient family members with infinite fighting skills.

So the way the two fought was completely devoid of reference value.

Fang is looking forward to meeting European and American witches, witches, and so on, because these people will curse and carry unusual objects.

Boom!

The roof of a house was swept away by the aftermath of the battle between the two men and smashed into a large cave. Even with such loud noise, the owner of the house remained quiet, and the house was dark and silent.

But the two practitioners have come out of the fire, ignoring the civilian casualties, one full of flames, one foot wave, just about to crash into each other, Oops!

The water practitioner dropped a dog on the spot with a heel under his foot, falling from the sky and eating shit.

Turns out, the wave under his feet, I don't know what happened, like pressing a pump, sucking the wave under his feet a few meters away, and then he stepped on it and fell.

The fire practitioner was just about to rejoice. When the plane chased him, he didn't know what was sucking him under, pulling him backwards and backwards. This punch, clicking, flashed to the waist.

Oops!

The footsteps were crunchy, and a dog fell to eat shit on the spot.

The water practitioner was excited and happy. He shouted English words in his mouth. The waves rose beneath his feet and lifted him up. He was just about to step on the waves. As a result...

Pfft!

Dropped a dog eating shit again.

Again!

Poop!

Again!

Poop!

At this time, he had a blue-face swelling and two nosebleeds hanging from his nose.

The water practitioner looked terrified and turned to flee.

The two men who had been in a great war the previous second, the next second somehow became one person flashing to the waist, one person constantly climbing up and falling, this mutated painting wind made the surrounding people suddenly look serious.

This is where the dark masters intervene.

Global nations have come to an international convention that practitioners must not harm the world of ordinary people.

That's why they spend so much time, so much time together, so much time hypnotizing.

In front of this scene, it is clear that there are masters who warn the two men that they have crossed the border.

The man who did this in the dark is naturally square.

Where does Fang know what international conventions, he simply does not want to see innocent civilians implicated, so put a real gas vortex in the air, when the pump absorbs water, and pulls the back leg.

This is the new true gas vortex.

See the battle has calmed down, because all the way to follow the connector, there is no time to wear the crew prop suit, continue to touch the Buddha Temple.

Just as Fang had just touched Bai Buddha Temple, and had not yet seen the situation in front of him, suddenly, Hula La, came in from outside the junction for a circle of people, roughly one, at least seventy and eighty people.

However, this group is not Western, but darker than the Siamese, with a southeast Asian face that looks like a short monkey.

One of the characteristics of South-East Asians is that their skin is generally dark, because South-East Asia is tropical, sunlit for a long time and has a large sun angle.

Looking at this group of Southeast Asians who look like dwarf monkeys, they think they should be Annan or Javanese.

Her eyes squinted slightly and watched the high-profile influx.

For historical reasons, the parties are not very fond of these two countries.

As soon as this group of people came, they began to take a high note of how to whoop. Kirikura, like speaking bird language, unfortunately, Fang is not a bird language level 8, I don't understand what these people are saying.

He took out his phone, wanted to use the translation APP, and wondered if it was due to the special magnetic field interference of the junction, the phone had no signal, could not identify which language it was in online, even more so could not be translated online.

Fang is wondering whether it is necessary to download the language pack of all countries of Southeast Asia locally after this return, and can translate it normally in the offline state. At this time, Westerners around Baifu Temple are also in a desperate state.

“Whoareyou?”

“Whereareyoufrom?”