"The attack hit here, but it''s not fatal." The body lying on the ground was turned over, touched its chest and said.


    "Not a fatal wound, but a fatal blow." The other squatting on the opposite side, using his power to distinguish, swept the body and said with certainty, "as for fatal injuries, it can be said that as long as there are injuries in the key places, they add up to fatal injuries... What''s the matter with the spirit of Ming? Do you have the spirit of singing ability with such heavy techniques? "


    "Heavy manipulation ability?" The man who checked the chest shook his head and pointed to the hit position of the chest attack, "this is just a flying sound cut."


    "How is that possible?" The one who was performing discrimination immediately returned to the front chest of the body.


    Flying sound chopper?


    He was surprised, not because of how famous the power was, but because it was too ordinary and common. As long as the spirit of singing reached mastery, it was easy to master the power, but few people would waste their time and energy on such a level 3 power.


    But now, it was such a low-level ability that they didn''t look up to that caused such terrible injuries and killed someone who certainly wouldn''t take it seriously.


    Ju Fang.


    Lu Ping didn''t even ask, but they all knew this man''s name. Like them, they are all members of the dragon team, but they are more difficult and unsocial than their independent people. But this man''s skill is not fake. He committed a serious crime in the jurisdiction of Changfeng Empire, and the three jurisdictions sent experts to arrest him. He didn''t hide or hide, and broke a path of blood. After that, he ran into trouble in Xuanjun empire. Later, he met the mayor of Zhiling City, long Xuan, and was admitted to the dragon team, but he was still alone. Because of the bad reputation, even the people of the Dragon Team dare not easily provoke this prick. Who would have thought that they would die so easily in this cold street.


    "Maybe there are other means to limit his action?"


    After another round of discrimination, the one shook his head gently. He didn''t find any trace. But maybe it''s a means of leaving no trace? He stood up while thinking, but his eyes fell on the boss who hadn''t dared to move since they came.


    "Tell me what you see without missing a word." He pointed to his boss.


    "Yes, my Lord!" The boss bowed in a hurry and said everything he saw and heard. After listening, they finally showed a somewhat relieved look.


    "It''s quite a surprise to say yes."


    "Ju Fang certainly didn''t expect the other party to make such a decisive move."


    "But this distance..." after one person looked at the distance between the wooden table and Ju falling to the ground, they looked at each other, nodded at the starting point, and knew the speed of the blow. Finally, he left without saying a word.


    The boss who wanted to close the stall early in the morning didn''t move. His expression looked numb. He looked at the street and saw another figure coming this way.


    Is this... The fifth wave?


    The boss counted it in his heart. After Lu Ping and others left, they were traced here one after another. The two who had just left were the fourth wave. At present, if this one was also chasing this matter, it was the fifth wave.


    Several waves of people, some ragged, some well-dressed; Some looked vicious, some looked indifferent, but their actions after coming over were quite the same: checking the body, asking questions and chasing.


    They and the one who died on the ground seemed to be companions, but no one paid attention to his corpse on the street, and even gave no relevant explanation to the boss. The boss doesn''t know whether he has reported to the official at present.


    After sending off one wave after another, the boss was not as flustered as before. He waited quietly for the man who seemed to be the fifth wave.


    There was only one person in this wave. He looked like a fat man harmless to people and animals. He didn''t look at the corpse on the ground, but went straight to the boss and said happily: "boss, have a bowl of noodles."


    "Ah?" Boss Leng, isn''t this a passer-by, but a guest? But how can ordinary guests see a man lying on the ground so indifferent?


    "A bowl of noodles." The fat man repeated his request again.


    "OK, OK. What noodles would you like? " Asked the boss.


    The fat man looked at the meal card hanging on the wall very seriously and finally made up his mind: "come to a bowl of beef noodles and use the largest bowl."


    "OK." The boss dare not neglect. But the noodle bowls here don''t have any size. They only put a lot of noodles, cut more meat and fill a bowl full. Looking at the fat man, he was on the table where the five people had sat before and didn''t even come to collect the noodle bowl.


    "Here comes the noodles!" The boss didn''t dare to make an exception. After yelling, he brought this bowl of beef noodles.


    The fat man looked so satisfied that his eyes almost sank into the fat and disappeared. After pulling a pair of chopsticks, he began to eat. The noodles were still sliced beef. When he went down with chopsticks, he sent anything to his mouth. It didn''t stop for a second. A bowl of noodles was full. It was turned upside down in less than a minute. The boss is a little silly. Where is noodles? It''s obviously swallowing.


    After eating the noodles, the fat man smiled with satisfaction, and then his eyes fell on the other five bowls on the table.


    This is the leftover noodles of Lu Ping''s five people. Before the boss came to clean up, the first Bolong team had arrived. However, the four waves of people all checked the body and asked him about the process. They never paid attention to the five bowls of leftover noodles.


    Five bowls of noodles, two bowls left more than half, two bowls had some residual soup, and one bowl, but there was not even a drop of soup left. It was very clean and thorough. The fat man immediately became interested in this bowl.


    "Did the man who ate this bowl lick all the bowls?" He asked.


    "Ah?" The boss was stunned and walked over. He didn''t even pay much attention to the five bowls of leftover noodles. When I came closer, I found that the bowl was really clean and almost washed.


    "How did he eat?" The fat man asked the boss.


    "He... Eats very seriously!" The boss thought hard, and finally used the description of seriousness, and then felt very appropriate.


    "Eat seriously, that''s good!" The fat man praised, then looked at the other four bowls and twitched his nose from time to time.


    Finally, he glanced at the body underground and asked carelessly, "what did they say about that guy?"


    "They?" The boss was stunned.


    "Those who have been here before." Said the fat man.


    "They... They were all surprised and said that they just used a blow and called Feiyin chop." The boss really remembers that, after all, in the previous four waves, except the first wave, which was also a single person without communication, the rest had conversations with each other. After listening to the term feiyinzhan, which was strange to him for three times, he finally wrote it down.


    "Besides, what''s the difference?" The fat man asked again.


    The boss shook his head.


    "How many of them?" The fat man asked again.


    "The first wave is a person, then three, then two, and then you." Said the boss.


    "OK." The fat man nodded and waved his hand. A few Wen fell on the table.


    "You can close the stall. No one will come again." When he finished, he followed slowly in the same direction as the previous waves.