The Road to Slaying God

Liu Biao was stunned for a moment. Indeed, what else do you want with ten yuan a night?

It's impossible for a hotel that costs ten yuan a night to provide five-star service, right?

The public toilet is not far from Zhang Yang. Many people quickly became quiet after going to the toilet. Some people in Xinjiang Province seemed to be sleeping.

Surveillance at this time had no effect, mainly in the morning. In the morning, the boss would definitely show up to arrange the day's work. Zhang Yang asked Liu Biao to go to bed and rest first.

Liu Biao simply threw the sheets and quilts to the ground, and lay down on the hard board with his clothes on. However, it seemed that the marks on the hard board were even more shocking. He had no choice but to pretend that he could not see them. If it was fifty yuan a night, Brother Biao would have gone crazy. However, if it was ten yuan a night in a hotel, even the great Brother Biao would be too embarrassed to cause trouble in the hotel.

Soon, the whole hotel fell into silence.

Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on a chair and began to practice slowly, entering a meditative state again. These days, he practiced almost whenever he was sleeping, hoping to use this special function of his in life as soon as possible.

Zhang Yang's unparalleled patience and strong will have allowed his ability to develop by leaps and bounds. At least, now he can enter the meditative state at will. Although he is still unable to enter the state while acting, as long as he sits quietly, You can enter immediately.

This is a mysterious and magical ability.

Zhang Yang has become more and more fond of this kind of detection. When he enters a meditative state, he has a feeling that he is God. He is in control of every slight movement dozens of meters around, even a flying fly and a tree. A crawling ant.

It was a feeling of having everything under control, and Zhang Yang liked this feeling.

Slowly, the whirlpool began to split, spread, and engulf. Finally, it became a huge vortex with Zhang Yang's body as the center and began to radiate to the surroundings. That trace of wonder made Zhang Yang intoxicated, as if he was commanding thousands of troops to march towards him. It's like spying around and rushing to kill.

Slowly, Zhang Yang felt some breathing sounds, and a couple from Xinjiang Province were doing piston movements. The woman made a heavy breathing sound... Zhang Yang even felt that there was a pair of eyes peeping in the darkness. Looking at that couple, it was a person from Xinjiang Province who lived in the same room as that couple...

The man obviously couldn't do it, and he just gave up after a few violent strikes. The woman seemed to make a little dissatisfied sound, and the man hummed a few words, put on his shorts, opened the door and went to the toilet.

Just when Zhang Yang was about to turn away his thoughts, something happened that stunned him. Just as the man went out, the Xinjiang native who was sleeping in another bed suddenly jumped up from the bed, naked [* **] All of a sudden he jumped on the woman, and the woman didn’t struggle. Their bodies were entangled together, and they were impacting crazily. It seemed that they both knew that time was running out, and their bodies were like high-speed engines...

No, Zhang Yang couldn't help but secretly worry about this couple, because he felt in his mind that the Xinjiang man who went to the toilet had already come out of the toilet.

Immediately, Zhang Yang realized that he had made a false alarm, because the couple seemed to know that the man was coming. After venting their anger for a while, the man slipped into his bed, and the woman started to fuck herself. Clean the "battlefield".

The moment the man slipped into his bed naked, the man from Xinjiang province who was going to the toilet opened the door and came in...

Zhang Yang couldn't help wiping his sweat. It seemed that this thought was not entirely beneficial. I would probably see such dirty things often in the future.

The thoughts slowly spread, and suddenly, Zhang Yang was attracted by a person. On the third floor of the hotel, upstairs from them, there was a young man about his age practicing martial arts in the corridor.

Of course, it was not this young man that attracted Zhang Yang, but his actions.

The young man obviously doesn't know martial arts, but his way of practicing is surprisingly similar to Zhang Yang. However, Zhang Yang can be sure that he is practicing martial arts and the other person is not, because those actions did not make Zhang Yang feel excited. For Zhang Yang Generally speaking, as long as he sees real martial arts, there will be a feeling in his body, a desire that is ready to move.

The young man had his upper body exposed, his muscles were very well developed, and he was full of explosive power. He held a crescent-shaped waist knife in his hand, which showed his sharp edge. His movements were boring and mechanical, all of which were to thrust the knife and stab! Draw out the knife and stab! His angle was very tricky, and the curved sword would move upward after he stabbed it. Zhang Yang believed that if anyone was stabbed by this knife, there would be absolutely no way to survive, because, judging from the young man's position when he drew the knife, it was all When stabbing the opponent's abdomen and chest with an upward movement, the target will have only one result: death!

Looking at this young man who repeatedly stabbed, stabbed, and flirted, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a chill. This young man's strong will was rare in the world. It would not be an exaggeration to describe his movements as fast as lightning. Zhang Yang calculated, The young man's speed of drawing out and retracting the knife has reached five knives per second. The knife is powerful and the position is as precise as a fixed point. Five punches per second is an astonishing figure considering that the best boxers in the world only throw seven punches per second.

This is an ordinary person who does not know martial arts. Obviously, he has figured out these cultivation methods by himself.

There is no doubt that this is a terrible person.

Suddenly, the young man stopped moving. He held the waist knife tightly and looked around nervously. His body was arched like a cheetah preparing to hunt, and his expression seemed a little confused.

What a sensitive sixth sense!

Zhang Yang immediately thought that the young man must have discovered that his thoughts were peeping at him, but the other party could not understand this feeling. Sure enough, the young man looked around suspiciously and then began to practice the same expression thousands of times. Knife, stab, tease...

Fourth floor!

Zhang Yang was pleasantly surprised to find that there was actually a meeting on the fourth floor. There were five people sitting in a small room, some sitting on the bed and some sitting on chairs. They were very casual, but their expressions were very serious.

"Boss, Alimu has bullied us. What should we do? Are we really going to withdraw from the mutton kebab market in Province H?" said a strong man with a big beard and a white hat.

"Let's take a look first. I have already reported to Maimaiti and am waiting for news from him." A man in his forties had a raised nose, sunken eye sockets, and a pair of eight-sided mustache, which made him look very gloomy.

"Brother, wait, we have been waiting for more than a month. Maimaiti has always been partial to the other party. What result can he give us? Since the other party won't give us a way to survive, let's just fight. I believe that although Maimaiti is partial to him, but , and won't help him suppress us..." The speaker was a tall, strong young man. He looked like a very tough person at first glance. Except for his nose being straighter, there was no difference between him and the Han people. Even his speech was dull. It was spoken in Mandarin.

"No, everyone, please don't make trouble. Wait for the news about Maimaiti first. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me. The mutton kebab business in H Province is very big. We can't give the other party an excuse to attack us. Okay, that's it, everyone rest early……"

The boss with an octagonal beard stood up, waved his hand, and walked out of the door.

The remaining four people looked at each other in silence, but none of them left.

finally. Someone spoke.

"Brother, what are you thinking? People are bullying you and you still tolerate them. Are you going to drive us all back to Xinjiang Province before we resist? At that time, we probably won't have a chance to resist. There are many prosperous places in this provincial capital. The mutton kebab business on the street is monopolized by us, including KFC, McDonald's, and some large entertainment venues. And now, they have arranged for people to fight against us. Will they let us live?" The tall and strong young man fiercely He slapped the bed and said with an angry look.

"The boss has become the boss. He is afraid of losing what he already has, so he doesn't have the courage and courage he had before." The old man who had been silent said slowly.

…

Everyone was silent again, seeming to be thinking about the old man's words.

"Peng...!"

Sudden!

Just as Zhang Yang was waiting for them to speak, a loud noise came from downstairs, followed by the sound of breaking glass and countless footsteps...

Zhang Yang's thoughts suddenly disappeared, but at the moment when his thoughts disappeared, Zhang Yang heard the old man's words: "Finally, the killer is coming!"

Obviously, it was another group of people from Xinjiang Province who came to kill here.

The whole hotel began to become noisy, and the people in Xinjiang Province who had started to sleep suddenly got up. All kinds of sounds were intertwined together, like a battlefield.

Except for the stairwell, the first floor is the facade, and the second floor is the hotel. The entire hotel is basically occupied by people from Xinjiang Province.

In a few seconds, the people below rushed to the second floor...

(To be continued)