At the same time, there are two huge holographic projections in the distance, which display the relevant information.

Zheng Shui. Inheritors. Fourth order.

Song Zijin was a psychic. Fourth order.

"Inheritors?"

For the first time, Chu Xuan could not help but murmured.

At this time, a young man sat by Chu Xuan's side, as if to say: "brother, you haven't heard of inheritors. After all, their existence is even rarer than high-level abilities."

Hearing this, Chu Xuan suddenly came to his curiosity and said, "Oh. What do you say? "

"Ha ha, anyway, it's not something to keep secret. I'll talk about it roughly." The young man also seems to be a talkative person. Said with a smile.

"After the end of the world, some of us will awaken to various powers, and they will be the ones we speak of. Their strength can be enhanced through independent training. "

Chu Xuan nodded, because he also knew these things.

The young man turned his voice. Then he said, "but there are some people who, unlike the powers, have a strange memory in their minds."

"Like the inheritance in various novels?" Chu Xuan asked casually.

"Yes." The young man nodded. say. "These people can rely on the method of memory to practice. In order to obtain a strong strength. "

"I see." Chu Xuan nodded his head clearly. Looking at the appearance of Zheng Shui holding a long sword, he thought it was the inheritance of sword cultivation.

What am I? Inheritors? Or zombies? Chu Xuan couldn't bear to think about it.

He shook his head and threw his confused thoughts behind him. Looking at the two people on the platform, Chu Xuan inquired and asked, "yes. Why do these two people have to fight life and death? Can the strength of the fourth rank live well everywhere? "

"Hey hey, it's said that the two men are fighting life and death for a woman." Said the young man with a smile.

Then he shook his head and sighed: "ah, since ancient times, heroes have been sad about Meirenguan. The ancients did not deceive me."

Chu Xuan shook his head and retorted, "even so, it's just that their actions are inappropriate."

"Maybe you have a point." The young man sighed, "but in this last age, it's really hard to care about the love between children and girls. It's better to join the army and make contributions."

During the conversation, two people on the platform have already exchanged hands.

Zheng Shui, dressed in white, attacked song Zijin with a long sword in his hand, leaving behind a blurred shadow.

When Song Zi saw this, he snorted coldly and waved the whip in his hand.

With a crisp sound, the whip hit hard in the air.

Zheng Shui's figure also appeared. He could resist the attack by crossing his sword across his chest.

When Song Zi saw this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the invisible spiritual power came out from his whole body.

It seems to be sensing something, Zheng Shui pupil suddenly shrink, body shape suddenly toward the back.

"Can you run away?" Song Zijin whispered.

Then, the long whip full of barbed spines actually broke away from his palm, and attacked Zheng water like a dragon!

"Sword holding." Seeing this, Zheng Shui murmured softly.

Holding a long sword, an invisible sword meaning emanates from his body.