Chapter 1229: How Many Groups of People Are There?

Zhuo Yi used a "face pinching pill" on the market to simply groom himself. This pill can adjust the face within half an hour after taking it. By then, the facial features will become soft like plasticine, but it is obvious that Zhuo Yi's pinching The facial technique is not good. He pinched Xiang Xiang's face at Wei Zhi's house. After pinching, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey! It's so ugly!"

"But it has worked." Immortal Zhenyuan leaned against the door. He looked at Zhuo Yi in the mirror, exuding a fairy-like smile.

"You made Senior Zhenyuan laugh." Zhuo Yi scratched his head in embarrassment. Anyway, he was just pinching his face to perform the task. His skills were too poor and there was nothing he could do about it.

"You look like an Internet writer now."

“There can’t be an uglier writer than this, right?”

"Kuxuan."

"..."

…

After everything was prepared, the two of them came to the underground parking garage of the cadre apartment and walked in front of a white Wuling Hongguang. This car belonged to Wei Zhi and had been specially modified by Wei Zhi. There was a lot of space inside, which could accommodate several cars. Ten large spiritual beasts are necessary tools for Wei Zhi to raise his family. Now he was urgently recruited by Zhuo Yi.

Wei Zhi was not worried at all that the car would be damaged. Zhan Zong was rich and would compensate himself even if it was damaged, and he would definitely be able to get a better one.

"This car is very strong." Zhenyuan touched the material of the white Wuling Hongguang van and found that the outer material was made of armor, which was the same as the material of the Sky Fairy Ship. It was light and strong. Coupled with the magic coating on the outside of the car body, it can even withstand several waves of psychic missile attacks.

"Get in the car." Zhuo Yi shouted and took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat.

As the car drove out, Zhuo Oi saw a familiar old man. This person was none other than Marshal Jiang!

"not good……"

Zhuo Odd felt that he might be in trouble. When the van passed the gate, they were stopped by Marshal Jiang as expected.

Mr. Jiang was wearing a sweatshirt and a vest, shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He glanced at Zhuo Yi after his disguise: "Parking fee, 5 yuan."

Zhuo Yi was stunned for a moment.

"Parking fee, 5 yuan... Hurry up, things are so messy." Mr. Jiang was a little impatient: "Are you Xiaozhi's friends? Why haven't I seen you?"

"I came here unexpectedly for a visit." Zhuo Yi pretended to be calm and handed over a 5-yuan bill.

"Okay, let's go, let's go." Mr. Jiang accepted the money and threw it into a shabby-looking iron box next to him.

Then, he pressed the remote control in his hand and opened the gate: "Go out to do errands, be careful."

Zhuo Yi felt that there seemed to be something in his words, but he didn't dare to stop any longer. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car up the slope.

Mr. Jiang smiled when he saw the van driving away.

At this time, beside the iron box filled with change, the elderly machine that had not yet hung up also gave a hearty smile: "Hahaha, I knew this kid was fine!"

"Dakang, are you relieved now?"

"He is my chosen successor, and I always have to care about him." Secretary Dakang smiled on the other end of the phone: "This kid can bring me some surprises every time. His clone can even bind the spirit." The lock has been deceived!”

"So, are there any clues about this matter now? It's a bit big. Although it's not completely flooded, it will definitely be chaotic in the next few days." Marshal Jiang asked, shaking his cattail leaf fan.

"The head of state is already suspicious of the person behind this, but it's better to stay put for now."

"The head of state suspects that some of the ten of us have been invaded by ethereal spirits?"

"Yes."

"What the hell is this..." Marshal Jiang felt a little headache.

"I don't know, but I can tell you that this thing is not a good source of stubble. You should also be careful, Old Jiang. This thing seems to have a special way of not only attaching to it, but also spreading."

…

After leaving the cadre apartment, Zhuo Qi was still a little frightened by what happened just after passing through the gate: "Why do I feel like I was discovered?"

"It has been discovered, but the kid didn't reveal it directly." Immortal Zhenyuan said with a smile from the passenger seat.

"kid……"

"Thousands of years ago, when this old grandfather was a child, I had a fight with him. He cried and shouted for revenge. He may have forgotten it now."

"..." Zhuo Qi was surprised in his heart. Xindao Zhenyuan Immortal was indeed a legendary cultivator on Earth, the man who created the Gate to Another World.

I even saw the Ten Generals when they were young...

This level of cultivation may have taken tens of thousands of years?

At this moment, Zhuo Oi suddenly had an idea. If his master also had tens of thousands of years of experience, how terrible would it be?

It should be noted that he is only 16 years old now.

Driving the vehicle, Zhuo Yi was speeding all the way, and finally stopped at a stop not far from the intersection of a toll station leading to the outskirts of Songhai City. Zhenyuan instantly understood Zhuo Yi's thoughts.

I'm afraid this is an attempt to cut off the nonsense.

"Previously, the intelligence department of Zhan Zong sent a message saying that Ke'aoun had been sent out of Songhai No. 1 Prison and was to be transferred to Jinghua City."

"Choose a vehicle for delivery?"

"The other party was very cunning. They chose multiple routes and sent out multiple surveillance vehicles. According to calculations by the intelligence department, the probability of this route is as high as 70%."

"What if I make a mistake in judgment?"

"Then we have to leave it to Zhenjun and the others."

Zhuo Yi sighed slightly and looked closely at the etc. channel at the toll station.

About ten minutes later, a modified black and white off-road prison transport vehicle drove through the passage.

"It's indeed on the car." Zhen Yuanxian made a judgment from a distance. His perception ability is very strong. Even if the prison transport vehicle is heavily protected, he can still smell the smell of Keon on the car.

Although he has never seen Keon, he knows that Keon is a foreigner. He has been in prison for too long and has no time to spray cologne to cover it up. The body odor on his body is very obvious.

"Get ready to do it, Senior Zhen Yuan." Zhuo Yi's mental power is concentrated to the extreme.

Just as the two were about to do it, several figures flew out from the green belt on the side.

This group of people, wearing black night clothes, seemed to have been dormant here for a long time. There were a total of 6 people.

At the moment the prison transport vehicle passed by, these 6 people attacked at the same time. They stepped on the flying swords and launched a concentrated fire attack on the prison transport vehicle the moment they appeared.

"It seems that we are not the only ones who want to rob them."

Zhen Yuan held Zhuo Yi's shoulder: "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, don't move. Let's wait and see."

He seemed to have expected that there would be others who would intercept him, and his expression was calm.

Sure enough, just after he finished speaking, the manhole covers on both sides of the road were suddenly blown away, and a second group of people rushed out... They were also wearing night clothes, covering themselves very tightly. Zhen Yuan could smell the strong smell of herbs on this group of people from a distance, and it seemed that they were engaged in alchemy all year round.

"Two groups of people..." Zhuo Yi was surprised. If they were counted, there would be three groups of people!

Zhen Yuan Xianren shook his head, expressionless: "No, there is another group."

Then Zhuo Yi saw several strong figures in the air suddenly falling down like gods, and lying in the middle of the road...

"This... so many people..." Zhuo Yi's mouth twitched, but from such a formation, it was enough to see the importance of Keon.

Whatever this person said, they had to take him down!

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Zhuo. Next, just watch my performance."

At this time, Zhenyuan Immortal smiled slightly, stared at the battlefield in front of him, and narrowed his eyes.

"Then, everyone lie down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Yi only heard a "boom!"!

The ground in front of the toll booth suddenly cracked, and the road surface collapsed deeply.

The three groups of people who came out from several sides, a total of more than 40 people, all lay on the ground like toads, unable to move!

They had hideous faces, distorted expressions, and their entire faces were pressed into the ground, wailing in pain.

Zhuo Yi thought he had seen many big scenes, but he was still stunned by Zhenyuan Immortal's "big hand", and his mouth opened wide.

"It's definitely far worse than Master Ling. These are all insignificant small scenes, just directional gravity suppression. Go and pick up your head, Fellow Daoist Zhuo." Zhenyuan Immortal patted Zhuo Yi on the shoulder.