v3 Chapter 910： Promotion and salary increase are not a problem (1/2)

Fu Moyan did not drive, but simply walked in the sky.

But every place I went, it would arouse exclaims.

”Flying in the air, turned out to be a strong man in the realm of Yukong!”

”Fart, Yukong is only the lowest threshold for Yukong flight. I think this strong man Yukong is as fast as thunder, and it is very likely that he is a great monk in the sacred state.”

”Sacred Realm, hiss——”

When everyone saw Fu Moyan's fleeting figure, they all gasped.

Manifestation of the Holy Land!

Put it in the game, that's a weak chicken that can't be weaker.

In the current game, the general strength of players is at the level of the Divine Martial Realm.

Only those who are very weak will linger in the Lingwu Realm.

But the game belongs to the game.

Putting it in reality, the Outer Gang Realm is already a strong player, as for the Lingwu Realm, it is a master of the master.

If it can break through to the last realm of the Lingwu realm, the Manifestation of the Holy Realm, then it would be a true great monk, one of the top existences in the world.

Right now, the standard of normal people is only in the early stage of True Martial Realm.

Facing the exclamation below.

Fu Moyan heard everything in his ears, but he didn't care.

at the very beginning.

For those who exclaimed, I would still feel excited about it, and even become proud and complacent, but over time, that was the case.

One side Yukong.

Fu Moyan paid attention to the virtual map in his mind.

On the map, a red dot appears.

Each red dot represents the position of the son of luck, so where he is going now is to find the target of assassination.

The tasks have been completed quite a few times.

Fu Moyan was already familiar with this.

quickly.

He was close to the position of the red dot.

Glancing at the past, the target has been locked in an instant.

A step down, a punch bombarded a young man, the air bombarded by that powerful force exploded, causing people around to scream.

”who!”

The sudden attack made the young man frightened and furious, and even if he didn't even think about it, the sword was unsheathed from his waist.

But just when the long sword was halfway out of its sheath.

A powerful psychic bombardment plunged his mind into chaos, and the action of drawing the sword came to a halt.

Half-breathed.

Already can decide life and death.

Fu Moyan's punch fell on the young man accurately, and the force of the mountain cracking rock was vented, and the opponent's body was violently shaken, and then he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

”Finish!”

The whole process only lasted for two breaths and less than time.

A hit.

Fu Moyan left in a hurry.

for a long time.

The people around reacted, looking at the young man who was already like a puddle of mud, and screamed again.

”Killed!”

”Quickly, call the police quickly—”

”Has anyone seen just now, who is the murderer?”

”I can't see clearly, the shot is too fast, that kind of strength is very likely to be a great monk in the Holy Realm.”

The chaotic and noisy crowd, some scattered directly, and some started calling the police.

It is different from the game world.

In the real world, it is bound by law.

Especially after the rejuvenation of spiritual energy, the law became more rigorous and scary. If someone kills in the street like this, once caught, it is basically a death sentence.

no way.

If the law is not strong enough, there is no way to deter other practitioners.

suddenly.

Someone said with no certainty: ”The murderer just now is not the third most wanted genius hunter, right?”

Words fall.