Anyang sat across the bedroom windowsill in the room, holding an ancient book in his hand.

Diagonally opposite the window is Sam's home. Bumblebee's second-hand sports car is parked in Sam's garage, but he has no time to take care of it. Almost all his energy is concentrated on this ancient book, the square characters that are more complex than simplified Chinese.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his head, but still didn't look out the window.

"The magic technique of taking the fortune and taking the veins!"

This is a secret technique in the world of China that was blocked in the secret room of the Pure Yangmen Sutra Pavilion. It contains terrifying power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an evil technique.

The function of this secret technique is to greatly increase the practitioner's cultivation and permanently increase the side effects so small that it can almost be ignored. This kind of secret technique, which is like a pie falling from the sky, is naturally not that simple. If there is no need to pay any price, the Pure Yang Sect will not seal it for hundreds of years.

The so-called robbing fortune and purging is to seize the lifeline of all living beings in heaven and earth.

Such means not only harm the people, but also easily attract the conquest of heaven and earth, and the wind and fire are added.

It not only harms the creatures in the world, but also causes disasters and inner demons for oneself. This secret technique is naturally unavailable for those with the right path. Not only can the right path be used by those with the right path, but no one with a conscience dares to use it at will. Therefore, this is a secret technique of evil that harms others and benefits oneself.

But Anyang is different. He has the ability to travel through the world and can completely find a different planet and avoid places with rules of heaven and earth.

And he did not have much psychological burden on damaging the lifelines of some original worlds.

This secret technique is undoubtedly tailor-made for him!

But while it contains terrifying abilities, this secret technique is also very complicated. It requires the help of spiritual veins and the complex magic arrays to be laid out. This also involves the geographical knowledge and magic arrays and spell knowledge in the world of cultivation. The knowledge of spells is not bad, but the other two aspects are what he lacks.

Moreover, although he has more than a hundred years of cultivation, he is probably still lacking in the arrangement of such secret techniques.

Fortunately, with bioassisted chips, he can offset some of his shortcomings, but he still needs in-depth learning to master them.

Anyang was just watching it in a daze when he suddenly heard a dull roar from outside, mixed with some noise, like the sound of an abandoned engine.

He withdrew his gaze from the yellowed pages, turned his head, and saw through the window that Sam and his friend drove out together.

Anyang pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and sank his mind into this heavy and large ancient book.

It was not until he finished reading this paragraph that he closed the book with a slam and walked down.

...

Sam drove the hornets smoothly on the highway, and the co-pilot sat in Miles, their destination was a small lake located on the side of the highway.

This lake is very clear, with many tall trees growing around it, and the scenery is pleasant. It is often used as a gathering place by many young people or families. Whether it is lying here to bask in the sun, having a picnic, or taking a swimming ring to bathe in the lake, it is a very pleasant choice.

At this time, many young and hot women were playing in bikini in lake water, enjoying sunbathing and cool lake water, while also showing the proud figure they had developed on diet to boys around them, so as to make themselves more popular.

It has to be said that when Chinese high school students are still studying hard for the college entrance examination, American high school students have already begun to think about how to sell themselves, how to better attract the attention of the opposite sex, and who will spend this problem with them at night.

These girls look young and energetic, but in fact, whites are more mature than Chinese, and they are just high school students.

And it happened to be Sam's classmate.

At this time, the male protagonist Sam and Spider-Man Parker were treated at the same time when they were in school. They had no sense of existence, were not popular, and they were in a miserable state. Even the goddess in her heart did not recognize him, so when she saw these people gathering here from afar, she couldn't help but feel scared.

"Hey, Myers, are you sure we've received an invitation to the party?"

"Don't worry, this is a lake and a public place!"

Sam drove closer, and the hot figure of the girl playing in the lake was revealed.

But the next time he saw the heroine in the plot, Mekara, whom he had a crush on for a long time but dared not confess his love.

Although she is a classmate and often attends classes together, Sam has almost zero presence and is honest and dull. Mekara doesn't know him at all. Now Mekara is still another tall boy who likes to bully others.

At this moment, an off-road vehicle was parked on the hill in the distance, and an oriental man got out of the car and stared at this place.

Sam stopped the car and was a little surprised: "God, Mekara is here too, Miles, you want to assure me that you won't do something strange, okay?"

Before Miles could answer, he got out of the car and sorted out his clothes and asked Miles, "I look good, right?"

"Yes, you're pretty good."

"That's good."

The two walked side by side towards the small lake, and a black off-road vehicle was parked there, and the tall boy who always liked to bully his classmates stood by the car.

Mekara surrounded the boy's chest from behind and looked at Sam and Miles with a funny smile.

The boy held a rugby in his hand and threw one at the slam of the slightest move towards Sam and Miles.

He may be trying to show his strength by bullying a weak person, or he may be trying to gain a sense of accomplishment through this. In short, Sam is the object.

Miles glanced at the boy's car, exclaimed, then jumped towards the tree next to him, and climbed up lightly and flexibly.

The tall boy walked up to them and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"

Sam's expression stiffened. He was even thinner and obviously did not dare to fuck this boy. It was tantamount to humiliating himself. But he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the goddess in his heart, so he could only glance at Miles who was climbing a tree and said, "Uh, let's climb this tree here!"

His tone seemed to be very serious, but no matter how he looked, it seemed like a concealment of his weakness and timidity.

The boy also glanced at him and nodded and said, "I saw it, well, it's very interesting."

Sam pursed his lips: "That's right."

At this time, Mekara had come over and stood side by side with the boy. Miles had also climbed onto the tree and hooked the branches with her feet to hang it upside down, which looked like a clown who deliberately showed herself.

The boy pointed at Sam again: "I think I know you, you participated in the rugby team qualifier last year, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sam's expression immediately became embarrassed.

Rugby is a veritable violent sport. Even if a strong person is dominating the field, a person like him is naturally the weakest. In fact, he was targeted and fell to the ground in the preliminaries of the rugby last year. Not only did he not recover for several days, but he also lost face.

The boy said this on purpose, just to embarrass him!

Sam quickly denied it, unconsciously increasing the volume of his speech due to guilt: "No, no, I don't want to participate in the pre-select. Well... I'm collecting information for the book I wrote."

The boy's face was full of ostentatiousness and teasing: "Is that true?"

"Yes."

"What about? A mess of sports at a time?"

Sam smiled awkwardly and said, "No, it's about football and brain damage."

The male voice's expression suddenly became a little unpleasant.

Sam went on to say, "No, that's a good book, your friends will love it. There are colored places, three-dimensional folds, shadows and patterns, which are very wonderful!"

"The joke you told is really funny."

The boy's eyes flashed and he walked towards Sam.

With his tall figure and the muscles exposed by the vest, Sam undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on him.

At this moment, an Oriental came over from the other side of the road and shouted, "Hey, Sam!"

Mekara, who was about to come forward to dissuade him, stopped and looked over with her crystal blue eyes.

Sam turned his head and frowned: "I don't remember I know foreigners."

The boy's eyes circulated on them and he sneered: "You better pray that your friends can beat you very well, otherwise I will blow your teeth!"

Anyang approached and asked with a smile: "Sam, I saw you seem to be bullied by a weak chicken!"

Sam was stunned: "Weak chicken?"

The boy also narrowed his eyes: "Weak chicken!"

Anyang nodded: "That's right, you can kill a weak chicken with one hand. You actually let him bully him. If I were you, I would slap him hard!"

The boy narrowed his eyes again: "One hand can kill me, right? Slap me hard, right?"

When he said this, he glanced at Sam.

Sam shook his head quickly: "No, I don't know him. All he said is his point of view and has nothing to do with me!"

The boy took a deep breath and walked towards Anyang.

Mekara, wearing a pink navel-open vest, rushed over and stopped him and said, "Don't do this!"

But the boy pushed her away with a light swing, insisted on walking to Anyang, staring at Anyang tightly.

Compared to the thin Sam, he is tall and does not have an advantage in front of Anyang. He is just wearing a vest and looks stronger. He wears a baseball cap on his head and has a gangster temperament. It puts a lot of pressure on these high school students.

Anyang looked at him calmly.

The boy's chest was undulating and he said viciously: "Asian, are you looking for trouble?"

Anyang ignored him directly and turned to look at Sam beside him: "Actually, your classmates just want you kids to fear. You can understand it as a way to gain a sense of presence and superiority. He is not a soldier or a professional fighter. He has never been on the battlefield or on the ring. He has an off-road vehicle, but maybe he has never even touched a gun. He is useless except for being strong. Even if you can't beat him, it doesn't matter, but as the protagonist, you can't be cowardly. As long as you are braver, he will respect you a lot in the future."

Sam was stunned: "What are you talking about? Wait, do I know you?"

The boy's face turned blue and red, and finally couldn't bear it, so he suddenly punched Anyang.

Anyang did not dodge, but just grabbed his fist and exerted force with his five fingers.

"Click!"

The sound of bone shattering inch.

The boy's face suddenly turned pale, cold sweat fell, followed by a wail that seemed to come from his throat.

Whether it was his companion or girlfriend behind him, he couldn't help but feel deeply terrified.

Sam was even more stunned.

Anyang shrugged indifferently and said to him in an educational tone: "Look, as the protagonist, you must have the domineering spirit of the protagonist. As long as you are braver, he will be a weak chicken that can be killed by just a little bit."

Sam's friend Meier suddenly fell from the tree and said blankly: "You must be a Chinese!"

Anyang pursed his lips indifferently, patted Sam on the shoulder and walked towards the bumblebee bee beside him.

He knocked on the steel plate of the second-hand sports car, making a thud sound, which made him feel keen to feel that this was not ordinary steel.

"Hey, Bumblebee."

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