Hu Huan got Hexel's room number and boarded the elevator grandly. At the same time, he did not forget to switch the fetish card in his body to the air-eating insect swarm and shell 28.
When Hu Huan stepped out of the elevator, what he was thinking about was not what was about to happen, but he thought to himself with some regret: "I should prepare a few more sets of fetish cards, these few are really not enough.
"Where did I hide all the fetish cards for reincarnation?"
"It's...what kind of island."
Hu Huan understands well that you can't put all your eggs in one basket, so he has arranged many backup moves for himself, lest one of his backup moves fails and the entire army is wiped out.
He also created a lot of fetish cards back then. Even though he was limited to his cultivation level, the highest-grade fetish cards he produced were only Super Rare.
The statistics and abilities of those SR cards are much more powerful than those in Hu Huan's hand, and even with the right combination, they are enough to challenge the fourth level.
In addition to the fetish cards he made, Hu Huan also remembered that Sunyou, the demon, gave him two Superior Super Rare cards.
The foundation of the magic of physical objects is the magic technique of the demon Sun You, so in terms of attainments in the magical arts of objects, Sun You is better than Hu Huan.
These two SSR cards are also placed on a mysterious overseas desert island. They are treasures reserved by Hu Huan for himself.
Hu Huan majored in Yuanxu Dharma back then, so he had no need for the Feishen Card, nor did he need strong combat power. For her husband, Fox, his wisdom was enough to dominate the world.
But in this life, he suddenly felt that it would be good to have a few fetish cards by his side.
Hu Huan followed the house number and arrived at Hexel's room. He didn't knock on the door, and he knew that he couldn't knock the door because the original owner was not there.
Hu Huan used a little skill to break the door tongue and quietly stepped into the room.
Hexel's room is a suite, otherwise there would be no room to put such a big bronze box.
At first glance, Hu Huan saw the mechanical goddess placed vertically, which looked like a life-size figure, so beautiful.
The clothes she wore were from well-known luxury brands. It was obvious that the Mechanicus did not give these things to Zhou Qiusheng for farm work.
Hu Huan moved her back to the bronze box next to it and put it into Xiaowodongtian first.
Zhou Qiusheng was on his way to the airport. He was enthusiastically trying to connect to the Mechanical Goddess again, but found that he could only scan infrared, and the optical instrument could not receive images. He couldn't help but shout: "Has Hu Sheng discovered it? Or
What good thing is he doing, using the mechanical goddess as a clothes hanger?"
"It's broad daylight over there now, and he's acting so recklessly?"
"What a pity, the Golden Bird of the Red Sun Group..."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Qiusheng took a glass of rice wine and drank it while looking forward to meeting his old friends.
Hu Huan packed up his things, thought about it, and walked around the room again. Hexel's clothes, purses, shoes, various cosmetics, and some cash, including RMB and US dollars, were not of interest to him, but he was interested.
A pistol and two silver daggers were found in the room.
What's rare is that these three weapons are all spiritual objects.
Hu Huan thought that he should get some souvenirs, so he picked up a piece of short red cloth that was very elastic and had a strange look, wrapped the two daggers around them, and threw them into the small snail cave.
As for the pistol, he studied it and planned to give it to the seventh squad leader as a souvenir.
This was the second time that Hu Huan saw a firearm-like spiritual object, and he was slightly surprised. This kind of spiritual object appeared quite frequently.
Hu Huan didn't know that some ancient transnational organizations were particularly fond of mass-manufacturing spiritual weapons. They would send large quantities of firearms into closed areas, waiting to be corroded by the Shadow of All Things.
Even the Hidden Dragon Army has made similar attempts, but because it has only been established for a short period of time, it has not produced much yet.
Currently, there are more than a hundred spiritual firearms in the world, which are collectively called spiritual firearms, and there is even a ranking list.
Shell 28 is ranked in the 90s, and Hexel's Night Knight is ranked 54, which is much higher than Shell 28.
Ten minutes later, Hu Huan quietly left the room and closed the door thoughtfully. As for the messy things inside, the old fox thought to himself that he was not a waiter, so he simply didn't clean them up.
In fact, he did it on purpose. After all, he had taken everything, and there would definitely be traces left behind, so he should take it as a warning to Hexel not to take things he shouldn't take in the future.
Hu Huan's behavior has already regained the style of the past.
When he did this, he never thought that he was no longer one of the thirteen elders of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers who was a maverick and famous among all the monks in the world more than a hundred years ago.
Hu Huan...this name has expired long ago.
As soon as Hu Huan left the room, he ran into a man wearing an elegant handmade suit. The moment he saw Hu Huan, his expression changed from angry to surprised, and finally turned into panic, and he shouted: "Why are you here?"
Hu Huan replied: "Have you eaten?"
The exchanges between the two were very common, but their moods were not calm.
The man wearing an elegant handmade suit changed his mood at least three times in an instant.
The first time, he was surprised when someone came out of Hexel's room, and it was a man.
The second time, he was horrified. This person was actually Hu Huan, and he thought he was surrounded by the Qianlong Army.
The third time, he wanted to know how the other party found him.
There were other miscellaneous little thoughts, which this man couldn't take care of.
Hu Huan was surprised that he knew this guy well and had a grudge against him.
Back in the closed area of the Toad Spirit Folklore Research Association in Beiping City, three people from the Ling family kidnapped Ling Xiao, and the black figure who finally appeared to kill him was the man in front of him wearing an elegant handmade suit.
Hu Huan's second thought was...
"Damn it, I can't beat him."
Although this man retreated immediately when faced with Linghuyin, he was still able to prove his strength.
Hu Huan had no awakened memory at that time, so although he relied on his fighting instinct to escape the opponent's poisonous hands, he was completely at a disadvantage.
Hu Huan moved his feet slightly, as if he was about to shoot. The man in the elegant handmade suit swayed, and a black figure appeared.
This black figure is extremely fast, faster than Hu Huan who has controlled the swarm of air-eating insects.
In that battle, he relied on his extremely fast speed to plot against Hu Huan and then escaped under Ling Huyin's hands.
If Hu Huan was still an ordinary young man, he would only think that this person was really difficult and terrifying, but now that he has recovered his memory, he can immediately find out the opponent's weaknesses.
Hu Huan thought to himself: "I am just a first-level thug. I can block the black shadow's blow by manipulating my muscles. Although this guy is fast, his attack power is not worth mentioning."
"At this point, design a little trap and give him some pain."
Hu Huan had already quietly switched Shell 28 and replaced it with flying scales. Whether they were air-eating insect swarms or flying scales, they all had one thing in common, which was that they contained highly toxic spiritual power.
Among the air-eating insects, Hu Huan used the mutated one. The spiritual power of the red blood poison mutated and became more toxic. The flying scales were golden and extremely toxic.
Hu Huan activated his control muscles and deliberately revealed a flaw in his chest. The black figure almost without thinking, without any hesitation, grabbed the young man's chest with his claws.
Hu Huan's chest was full of blood and flesh, with deep wounds, but his opponent was not having a hard time either. There was a hint of light gold all over his body, which was caused by the poisonous spiritual power of Jincai. Then there was a hint of dark red, which was mutation.
of red blood poison.
Two layers of poisonous spiritual power exploded, and the aura of the black figure suddenly faded.
The man in the elegant handmade suit was horrified and hurriedly dispersed the black figures. When the black figures turned into pieces of ashes, Hu Huan had already replaced the blood-sucking vine, got to the next floor, then changed to the elevator, and walked away calmly.
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The two fought against each other for the second time. Although Hu Huan was still defeated by his opponent. He was still a first-level thug, but the opponent might be a third-level master with the ability to control black figures. However, compared with the first battle,
The situation is reversed.
Hu Huan relied on seven hundred years of wisdom to play with the other party and leave at will, with ease and ease.
The man in the suit punched the wall with a manly punch, but then he felt a little scared.
"Last time I met this kid, he was still a lamb that could be slaughtered. Why has he become so powerful this time? Although his combat power has not been improved very much, his cunning fighting wisdom and weird methods are all
Where did it come from?"
"I heard that the Stark Group also wanted to kill him, but they killed an entire team because of him."
"If in a few years, he grows up and already knows my identity, will he..."
Thinking of this, the man in the suit suddenly shuddered.
Hu Huan left the hotel in a good mood. Although he still knew the location of Hexel and the effect of the "Crazy Disco" spell, which lasted longer than expected, the young man had no intention of "encountering" him by chance.
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Although the man in the suit is also a third-level man with strange abilities, he is obviously more similar to an assassin. The black figure appears and appears strangely, and his speed is extremely fast. He can assassinate people unawares.
But in a head-on battle, he had great weaknesses, so he was plotted against Hu Huan.
Of course, because the black figure of the man in the suit is just a special existence separated from the main body, even if the two poisonous spiritual powers are effective, they cannot affect the man in the suit himself, so Hu Huan defeated his opponent and left calmly.
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If you want to kill someone, just wait for him to advance again and kill safely, there is no rush.
But Hexel is different. This guy is a professional from the life family. The biggest advantage of this professional family is that he is thick-skinned and has fierce fighting power. He is a standard hand-to-hand fighter.
The life family, the giant family and the warrior family are all melee-type professions. However, the warrior family is not as physically strong as these two families, and its abilities are also weak. It only has the advantage of controlling weapons. Among the three major melee-type professions,
Here, sitting in the last seat is the most discriminated against.
Hu Huan thought to himself: "I am still young now. When I grow up, I will take your lives one by one."
He still had Yan Lingse's ban on him, and he didn't want to be too ostentatious, so he performed a ground technique and went back to the Modern Literature Museum.
About half an hour later, the man in the suit tried his best to contact Hexel, and Hexel also rushed back. When she saw her room, it was like seven or eight strong men driving past the ladder. Not only had she snatched it yesterday
The bronze box and the mechanical goddess disappeared, and even the three spiritual objects he carried with him were gone. Suddenly, this pretty face turned pale.
She said to the man in the suit without hesitation: "Call the police! Just say that I lost something very important. This is a foreign-related case. We are still cooperating with the Qianlong Army. They dare not ignore it."
Hexel didn't know who those giant monkeys represented yesterday, but the man in the suit had met Hu Huan and knew who the person who committed the crime was.
Hexel just wants to get his spiritual object back through official channels. As for punishing Hu Huan, there is no need to think about this kind of thing for the time being. At most, they will just talk to each other.
Even Hexel would not be willing to part with these three spiritual objects.
Hu Huan returned to the Modern Literature Museum. He thought he could settle down for a while, but not long after, Yan Lingse came to the door.
The face of this class teacher can be as good-looking as he wants, or as ugly as he wants. It perfectly reflects the breadth and depth of the Chinese language.
She called Hu Huan to the office, and Hu Huan thought she would be asked to get the quilt. He slept here yesterday, and someone had repaired the window in his dormitory in the morning, so he would not have another chance to come over in the evening.
Hu Huan did not expect that there were several more people in the room.
The leader, a middle-aged man with a majestic face, said: "I heard that you robbed the foreign guests' things?"
Hu Huan shook his head vigorously and said, "It's okay. I've been in the college all the time. I didn't go out at all. I had classes in the morning and had dinner with a few classmates at noon. I just went back to the room to rest for a while."
The dignified middle-aged man said: "The other party said he saw your face."
Hu Huan couldn't help laughing and said: "I want to know, how did he know about me? Has he been to our hometown, visited the Museum of Modern Literature, or obtained my information through some channel?"
"No matter how he knows about me, these actions are all suspected of espionage!"
As a seven-hundred-year-old fox, how could Hu Huan be frightened by such a thing?
The thing is in the small snail cave. All the private detectives in the world have exhausted themselves, but they can't find the thing. There is no stolen goods. How can they accuse him of innocence out of thin air?
As for certification, that's a joke.
The other party actually had the guts to say that he recognized his face because he thought he was being assassinated!
The dignified middle-aged man said: "We will search it!"
Hu Huan laughed and said: "The search is naturally random, but this kind of casual identification does not require any evidence to accuse me of robbing people."
"This is a bit much."
Hu Huan didn't say much. He believed that there must be many people searching his room at this time. Since he couldn't stop it, there was no need to do anything.
Anyway, his room is clean and there is nothing prohibited.
After a while, someone pushed the door in and said a few words to the dignified middle-aged man. He nodded and said, "I believe classmate Hu Huan must be innocent."
He glanced at Hu Huan, suddenly smiled, and said: "This is a necessary procedure, you don't need to take it to heart. I know that the other party has assassinated you, and we are aware of this kind of thing."
"Someone has already sent a message, saying that you don't have to be unconvinced. He will help you kill this person next time you go on an overseas mission."
"Let you study with peace of mind. You students are not needed for the battle now."
Hu Huan laughed and felt a little better in his heart. The dignified middle-aged man waved his hand, and everyone in the room stood up. When he walked out of the room, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Si
Well done to the Tucker Group!"
"It's a pity that I asked for it once and didn't ask for you."
Hu Huan waited for these people to leave, and then she saw Yan Ling's face clearing up slightly. It was obvious that she also believed the results of these people's investigation.
Hu Huan is just a first-level thug, except for eating...
Wrong, it's gluttony, and he has no other special powers. Although according to the information, he has a special spiritual power due to the mutation of his spiritual power, the thug's spiritual power is at the bottom among the fifteen clans.
Yan Lingse didn't believe that her students could accomplish such a big thing.
Last time Hu Huan went crazy, Yan Lingse only thought that those foreign professionals were caught off guard and were attacked by Hu Huan. Shell 28 played a magical role.
What's more, last time there were only two second-level professionals and three first-level professionals, this time there are two third-level professionals, including Hexel, the golden bird. Even Yan Lingse is not willing,
Go to someone's lair to cause trouble.
Yan Lingse thought for a while and secretly excused Hu Huan. After a while, she felt that she was lying to herself. After all, Hu Huan had a criminal record.
She asked calmly: "You really didn't go out?"
Hu Huan said helplessly: "Of course not, how could I not listen to the teacher?"
Yan Ling's face improved slightly and she said: "This time, it's more troublesome than last time. The Stark Group is far inferior in scale and strength to the Red Sun. And last time you killed all the people, there was no further trouble."
, the Stark Group no longer dares to send people across the border. There are only telegrams and phone calls back and forth, so the pressure is not great."
"But this time, Hongri Group has all the personnel..."
Hu Huan was shocked and asked: "Teacher, what do you mean, I should kill them all? This matter..."
"Not so good?"
"I'm still a kid."
Yan Ling's hair was black and she cursed: "What do you mean by killing everyone? Am I teaching you to do this?"
"What did you mean by what you just said? Did you really go there?"
"No, no, really not."
Hu Huan strongly denied that he actually quite agreed with Yan Lingse's intention. Since he took action, he should kill all the people and leave no one alive. Only in this way can the world be peaceful!
He ran over and picked up some things. This was a bit stingy and not grand enough.
However, there was nothing Hu Huan could do. He was really still a child and not old enough.
If he was given a few more years, Hu Huan would guarantee that not one of Hexel's people would be left alive.
After bidding farewell to Yan Lingse, Hu Huan returned to his dormitory. This time, he openly skipped the afternoon class and stayed in the dormitory all afternoon without going out.