The middle-aged killer in front of him was filled with sourness after hearing Fang Fang's words. This was not explaining to him why their spiritual powers were different, but a disguised way of telling him that acquired hard work was actually insignificant in the face of perfect talent.

Not worth mentioning.

"Oh, yes, it's really strong."

The middle-aged killer laughed dryly and did not intend to speak again.

"Oh, I don't mean anything else by what I said. Although I am indeed born with spiritual power, it does not mean that the spiritual power you cultivated will not be able to beat me, a Chinese born spiritual power. The difference between spiritual power and spiritual power

In fact, there is still some restraint. Just like a large part of the spiritual power cultivated by you in the world of gods has its own attributes, right! What about metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, lightning, wind, rain, and clouds? I think our kind of spiritual power has its own attributes.

Power should also have attributes and spiritual powers that can restrain it. For example, my identity is actually the God of Wind, so I think the spiritual attributes that can restrain me are probably metal, wood and earth. Although I have not tried it, there are actually many of this type.

The way I attack does make me, a wind god, a bit at a loss at times."

Fang Fang unreservedly showed off his "weaknesses", as if he was very earnest in imparting knowledge to the middle-aged killer, and he was very concerned about his face.

"Oh, that's it! I really don't know much about these... but the attack methods of the wind element are indeed more suppressed by the moves of the metal, earth and wood elements, at least in our world of gods.

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The middle-aged killer's brows and eyes suddenly relaxed a lot, and his eyes swept back and forth on the back of the equation, as if he was thinking about something.

Fang Fang only felt a pair of eyes looking at him from behind, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper.

The two people were walking back to the Spiritual Cultivation Academy. Fang Fang was walking in front with ease, and the middle-aged killer was walking behind him with a decadent look on his face. These two ordinary-looking people did not attract the attention of the people around them.

, they were just like many ordinary people on the street, walking towards their destination.

On the way, people who recognized Fangfang occasionally greeted him from a distance, but they were all very measured and understood Fangfang's personality relatively well. They just said hello, smiled and left without saying anything too much.

Entangled and disturbed. The middle-aged killer walked behind Fang Fang, and his eyes gradually changed slightly.

The two people passed through a very busy street and then turned into a relatively quiet alley. The alley was not small, and there were passers-by walking around in twos and threes, but it was much quieter than the previous street.

No one was talking to the equation anymore, and the two people returned to the state of slowly moving forward one after the other.

At this time, a young woman in her twenties or eighty-year-old walked in front of Fang Fang. She held a little girl about three or four years old in her arms. The little girl wore two braids and was passing by Fang Fang.

At that time, he grinned sweetly at the equation.

Fang Fang saw the little girl smiling at him and smiled faintly back.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly hit behind Fang Fang, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over. The next second, he saw that the little girl with two braids had been transferred from his mother's hand to

Behind him is the middle-aged killer.

The middle-aged killer didn't know when he broke free from the spiritual rope placed on him by the equation, and then snatched the little girl at lightning speed, held him in his arms, and pinched the little girl's neck with one hand.

, treating the little girl as a weight in the threatening equation.

"ah......"

The little girl's mother was the first to react. She realized that her daughter had been snatched away by others in an instant. She couldn't help but scream.

"Huahua, Huahua, my Huahua. Why are you taking my Huahua..."

The young woman cried loudly and wanted to snatch her daughter back, but was frightened by the middle-aged killer grabbing the little girl's neck and was too frightened to move.

"Mr. Lei, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Fang Fang turned his head unhurriedly and looked at the middle-aged killer behind him, with a contradictory expression on his face that was both surprised and not very surprised.

"You...you don't look very surprised? Could it be that you already knew that I was going to take action?"

The middle-aged killer looked at Fang Fang's calm expression, and his expression suddenly turned ugly. He questioned Fang Fang in disbelief.

"I thought that you wouldn't go back with me so willingly, and that there would be some noise along the way, but I didn't expect that you would threaten me by taking hostages. If you had paid attention to me,

If you know me well, you should know that your method of strangling this little girl's neck and threatening me is of no use to me. I can completely arrest you regardless of whether you want to kill this little girl. After all, catching you

I can revive this little girl after you! This is a very simple matter for me."

As Fang Fang said this, he began to walk in the direction of the middle-aged killer. In fact, he didn't like the feeling of being threatened and held hostage. Especially the mother of the little girl beside him cried hoarsely. After hearing Fang Fang say that

After the middle-aged killer said that someone might want to kill the little girl, he cried even more heartbreakingly.

"No, no, no, Dean Fang, I advise you not to be impulsive."

Seeing that Fang Fang was already walking towards him, the middle-aged killer took two steps back, and then shook his head eagerly towards Fang Fang.

"Dean Fang, I think you still don't quite understand my abilities. Although you are indeed very powerful and can turn people into flesh and bones and revive the dead, I know that there are certain conditions for why you can bring people back to life. They must die.

Only when the spiritual power in a person's body has not completely dissipated can you save the person, right!"

The middle-aged killer looked at the equation seriously and said.

However, Fang Fang didn't speak, he just squinted his eyes and looked closely at the middle-aged killer in front of him who was still squeezing the little girl's neck.

"That's it, what's wrong?"

Equation nodded with certainty,

"That's really unfortunate. I happen to have an ability that is in conflict with yours. That is... I can absorb all the spiritual energy from a person's body in a short period of time.

It's clean and there's not a trace left. If that's the case, Dean Fang...can you still save this person?"

As soon as the middle-aged killer finished speaking, Fang Fang's expression was indeed stunned. He frowned slightly, and first looked at the middle-aged killer's face. After confirming that the other party didn't seem to be lying, he looked at Zhong Zhong.

In the arms of the young killer, the little girl was crying out of breath,

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lei has such a special skill. It's really not simple! Fang really underestimated Mr. Lei."
Chapter completed!