Urban God-level Selection System

While Zhang Wanlin held his hands and Yu Weizheng retreated from the crowd, the palm of the comer who rushed down from the tree instantly collided with Zhang Wanlin's palm.

In a flash, the coming person was bombarded by a powerful force and flew out.

In the end, he was hit **** the ground, his mouth sputtered with blood, and his face was pale. With just one move, he was scrapped by Zhang Wanlin! "How is it possible! I'm the fifth-grade Pinnacle Warrior trained by the Fan family. How can you resolve it so casually with my sudden blow?

Still hit me hard?

This is impossible! "

The coming man was crazy and wanted to get up from the ground, but he was severely injured internally, and there was nowhere to go.

Zhang Wanlin sneered step by step and came to the side of the person. He pressed a hand directly on the other person's shoulder and asked with a smile: "The Fan family sent the killer to kill me, does Fan Jingjing know?"

"Humph! As the eldest lady of the family, of course she knows."

The man said with his teeth gritted, "I lost the game today, you can do it."

"Okay, satisfy you."

When Zhang Wanlin heard that Fan Jingjing knew that he had been assassinated by the Fan family, the last remaining good feelings in his heart were gone.

In this case, then kill it! Zhang Wanlin thought so, and suddenly took a palm on the celestial cover of Lai Ren. Under the great force, the brain of Lai Ren cracked and died instantly.

Most of the killers surrounding Zhang Wanlin are fourth-rank martial artists. Although there are several fifth-rank martial artists, they are not as powerful as the one killed by Zhang Wanlin.

At the moment their headed person died, these people were all panicked, they immediately prepared to retreat, but Zhang Wanlin suddenly started.

The scene instantly went bloody, and since these people wanted to die and dared to come to find his grudge, then he didn't have to be polite, he just killed him.

So the jade-clad and broken jade witnessed a **** massacre that was crushed by the side, but it was only a quarter of an hour. People died so that only middle-aged and weak men were left.

The man looked at the bright red on the floor, pale and ugly, and knelt down with shaking, begging and begging: "Sir, please forgive me for my life. I have an old man, a small one, and I can't die."

"Oh, when you guys want to kill me, why don't you think about whether I am old or young?"

Zhang Wanlin walked to the thin man step by step with a sullen face and asked coldly, "How about the killers of several other families?"

The thin man hurriedly said: "The Jiang family suddenly refused to deal with Mr. Shuishui. As for the killers of the other three families, they are still in Lanka, and they are prepared to surprise you with a surprise."

"Oh?

If so, why do you act in advance? "

Zhang Wanlin didn't understand, why did the Fan family want him to die so much as other families, could it be because he rejected Fan Jingjing?

So why don't they remember that he cured Fan Jingjing's Hantan disease?

If it weren’t for him, as long as it didn’t take two months, Fan Jingjing would die.

Well, he should not be grateful, and deserve to be human?

"Our family head was angry with the Jiang family, so he was eager to kill you and set up Weiwei, so we let us do it in advance, but I didn't expect you to be so terrible..." The thin man lay on the ground and wailed tremblingly and begging for mercy: "I beg you to spare me my life."

"Hum! Come on, go back and bring a word to your house owner. If he wants to kill me, let him come by himself, otherwise you guys stinky fish rotten shrimp, not enough to watch."

After talking, Zhang Wanlin lifted his foot and kicked the man directly into the bushes. A wailing came immediately from the bushes, but he was too lazy to bother.

After solving these wastes, Zhang Wanlin came to the side of Duan Yu's couple in Fuyuan and said, "Come on, drive away from here, the blood demon messenger is determined not to come back."

"what?

Mr. Zhang, where should we go to find the trail of the blood fiend messenger? "

Zhi Cui became more and more worried, "It's been a few hours before night, can you really find each other in such a short time?"

Zhang Wanlin also sighed. Indeed, this Lanka is too big. If he is looking for nothing, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"In this way, my contact will investigate the whereabouts of the Blood Demon Messenger."

Zhang Wanlin said that he took out his mobile phone and called Butler Anderson, and explained the situation to him.

Anderson immediately ordered to investigate the whereabouts of the blood fiend messenger.

So after waiting for more than half an hour, the three men called Anderson, but the message to Zhang Wanlin was not found.

"Sir Earl, I have instructed people to turn over the entire Lanka, but did not find the mysterious person you said, will he already leave Lanka?"

Anderson thinks that his power is still strong. If it is just to find someone, it should not be so difficult, but since it can't be found, it must be not in Lanka.

Zhang Wanlin pondered for a moment, and then commanded Anderson: "You will find the best places in the entire capital of the Royal Capital to admire the moon, and then give me a message."

"The best place to absorb the essence of the moon is definitely the St. Mingli Cathedral."

Zhicui's face was very ugly, "How could he find another place!"

Zhang Wanlin saw that Cui insisted that the Blood Demon Messenger would come to St. Mingli Cathedral. He shook his head helplessly. When he didn't know where to go, he suddenly thought of something.

Then he hurriedly found it from the storage ring. After a while, a ring was held in his hand, and then he took a long breath: "How can I forget this thing!"

"this is?"

Mr. Duan Yu looked at Zhang Wanlin and smiled at a ring. He looked at it suddenly, "Mr. Zhang, is this thing helpful to find me?"

"Of course it helps!"

Zhang Wanlin smiled and nodded, "This is a good thing! It can be called a tracing artifact, but I haven't used it for a long time, but I have forgotten its existence."

Then Zhang Wanlin looked at Zhicui: "Is there a picture of your good son?"

"some."

Zhicui hurriedly took out her mobile phone to show Zhang Wanlin's picture. Zhang Wanlin directly opened his god-level tracker, and the god-level tracker immediately scanned the person in the photo of Shicui's mobile phone.

A moment later, the god-level tracker directly turned out a virtual map, and then showed the highlight on a clock tower in the western suburbs of Lanka.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Wanlin pointed to the spot on the virtual map and looked at Mr. Duan Yu aside.

Mr. Duan Yu pointed to the light spot and said excitedly: "There is also a St. Mingli Church, which is a branch of this St. Mingli Church, and it has been abandoned for a long time!"

"Oh! It's really weird."

Zhang Wanlin murmured and asked curiously, "Is there a St. Mingli church in the four places of Lanka from east to west?"