Perfect Super Natural Power

Lu Yonghao felt that this was interesting, because in the movie or novel world, some mysterious characters would always be created. For example, the monk from the Eight Heavenly Dragons Sects was called an ox, but he didn't feel that something was wrong. On the contrary, he would truly feel that the monk was amazing.    

    

For example, the old man who had done the divination was probably an expert. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much time describing him.    

    

With this thought, he continued to watch.    

    

The old man's voice once again rang out, "Young man, I am referring to you. If you go west, you will know your entire life!"    

    

Thunder suddenly felt that the old man's voice seemed to have been heard in the deepest recesses of his memory. Turning around, he saw that the old man had already hidden himself into the crowd with the cloth.    

    

Thunder suddenly remembered the road he had walked when he was young. Tens of thousands of thoughts floated through his mind before he finally took a step forward.    

    

The road leading to the Ming and the border post counties of the Tang Dynasty was very wide and flat. There were flowers, butterflies, trees, and birds along the road, but there was no one on the road.    

    

Several carriages rolled across the ground, breaking the silence of the road.    

    

This was the truck that Ming Country merchants were dragging goods to sell at the relay county. Thunder sat in front of the truck with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. The current Thunder was calm and composed, but the sword in his hands was emitting waves of sword Qi. The two swords were three inches and seven feet long, one was as ordinary as a piece of black iron, and the other was gorgeous.    

    

The truck slowed to a stop, and Ray opened his eyes. He knew he had something to do.    

    

Lei didn't know where the truck was going, he only knew that he needed money, he needed a place to find an opponent, and the owner of the truck wanted bodyguards, but he didn't want to spend an expensive price to recruit people from the Mercenary Association, so naturally, Lei became his bodyguard.    

    

The owner of the truck in the back lifted the curtain and looked ahead, then lowered it, for he had no reason to worry about him when he saw that the lightning was out of the car, because in hiring the lightning, Thunder had taken a small branch, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the block of wood had been divided into eight well-proportioned pieces.    

    

Standing in front of Thunder, there was a group of large men holding large blades. Their clothes were very ordinary, but their bodies were a little fat. The man in front of him raised his sword and shouted: "Leave the goods here and I will let you all live."    

    

Thunder narrowed his eyes and sized up this group of people. His eyes swept over their white hands and faces twice as he lightly said, "Get out of the way. Otherwise, why don't you do it yourself!"    

    

The sound of thunder might have been soft, but to the men's ears, it was like a wave was crashing down on them, making them unable to breathe and forcing them to retreat. The person standing in front of him turned around and shouted, "What are you afraid of? He's alone, charge!" However, what he saw was everyone's eyes filled with fear. They scattered in all directions, and before he could understand what was happening, he collapsed to the ground like a pile of soft mud.    

    

At this moment, the sun was high in the sky. Under the sunlight, there was a faint trace of blood on his neck, reflecting a strange red light under the sunlight.    

    

Thunder expressionlessly jumped onto the front of the car, his lips slightly parted as he said, "Continue walking."    

    

The road was still the road and the scenery remained the same. However, the sky had started to darken and the sun was already setting. The caravan sped up, because the Prefecture was right in front of them.    

    

When the caravan entered the relay station, a clap of thunder had already appeared in a hotel in Xi'an County.    

    

The waiter welcomed them with a smile, and after Thunder sat down, he respectfully swept the tea on the table. Because of the two swords in Thunder's hands, even when he heard Thunder say he only wanted three bowls of noodles, the smile on his face rippled like water on a lake.    

    

The restaurant had two floors and was elegantly decorated. It was clean and bright, and even though it was sunset, there were still a lot of customers inside the restaurant.    

    

Thunder placed the two swords on the table and unceremoniously picked up the noodles that the waiter brought up and began to eat. However, when the sword was placed on the table, it made a sound. It attracted the attention of the people around the shop, but they quickly looked away.    

    

There were three people sitting at a table close to the stairs. One of them was about fifty years old, and he was wearing a green robe. His face was full of vigor. The other two were in their thirties, dressed extravagantly. When the old man saw the two swords on the table, he propped himself up on the railing and arrived at the table.    

    

The old man looked carefully and his right hand grabbed towards the Fleeting Sword. When he saw that the old man was about to grab the sword, a hand appeared out of thin air and tightly held onto the old man's wrist. A cold snort could be heard, "Those who wield the sword will die!" When the word 'dead' came out, the old man's hand had already been flung away by the lightning bolt.    

    

The old man looked down at the bowl of noodles and asked, "Where is Mo?"    

    

After drinking the third bowl of soup, Lei picked up the two swords, threw down a sentence he didn't recognize, then turned around and left.    

    

The old man thought for a while and finally set off. He chased after Lei, who had already gone far away.    

    

The next day, there was a corpse at the intersection of the relay county and the Dutchman's palace, and that was the corpse of the old man!    

    

As Lu Yonghao watched on, he couldn't help but sigh. He was thinking that Mo Mo Mo should be the village head. However, with the appearance of this Mo Mo friend, who knows what kind of unforeseen event would occur?    

    

He watched once again.    

    

The peaceful martial arts world was once again in an uproar. It was all because of a single person, a person who had recently risen to prominence.    

    

No one knew what his name was. Even if he was a man or a woman, it was still a mystery.    

    

Every day in the martial world, there would be countless hatred and killing, and there would also be deaths. As for Ming Lei, he was also the one who died.    

    

Near the place where he killed people, there would always be people that would see a rainbow-like lightning flash by. It was just like a lightning strike that struck the sky, dazzling and unexpected. This was how the title Nether Thunder came about.    

    

No matter how loud or how surprised the thunder was, it was nothing for the people of the martial arts world.    

    

However, Ming Lei had killed two people, and the two people he had killed made the martial arts world quickly acknowledge him. Neither of these two people dared to offend them easily, because offending them was equivalent to offending half of the martial arts world. One of these two people was an elder of the Gui Yuan Sect, Zhu Shaohai.    

    

Since then, the martial world had been in an uproar because of this person. The search of the Gui Yuan Sect and the bounty of one million gold coins from the Flying Dragon Association had made the Dark Thunder quickly become famous.    

    

From then on, he was a new member of the martial arts world's black list. His name was Ming Lei, his name was unknown, and he was ranked 50th.    

    

When Lu Yonghao saw this, he couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the old man who was killed by the lightning was this Gui Yuan Sect's Elder.    

    

With this thought, he started to watch again.    

    

Even in the martial arts world, Ming Lei who was searching for the treasure had come to the central continent's Buluo Province, a powerful province or city that had recently risen to prominence.    

    

He slowly walked towards the west side of the city, his memories of the past constantly flowing behind him.    

    

The buildings on both sides of the west side of the city were old and new. Moreover, the street was flat and there were carriages passing by from time to time. There were no longer any previous potholes. The streets were bustling with pedestrians. The peaceful and simple west side of the city no longer existed. Now, there was only the bustling and bustling west side of the city.    

    

He stopped in his tracks and looked into the distance. His body was trembling violently, and Gu Huang's sword suddenly supported his tottering body on the ground. The passersby all looked at him in surprise, for he cried in the street.    

    

Under the caress of the sunlight, the ancient sword emitted a dazzling golden light. Upon touching the light, the passersby all withdrew their gazes and continued on their way.    

    

The more the sun shone, the brighter it became. The sun was already hanging high in the sky, and it was now noon.    

    

After standing on the street for six hours, he finally lifted his foot and walked forward.    

    

Old Liu who was below saw him walk over and stopped what he was doing. He looked at him in a daze. The customers eating noodles beside him also looked at him, wondering what he would do. Sister-in-law Liu, who was holding the noodles, felt the soup overflowing from the bowl. She came to her senses and placed the noodles in front of the customer. She walked up to him and asked, "What kind of noodles do you want to eat?"    

    

There were many types of noodles, such as pulling noodles, Yang Chun noodles, cutting noodles … However, he only knew one kind of dish. He absentmindedly said, "Sour Vegetable Noodle Soup."    

    

Looking at his expression, it was clear that he was not trying to find fault. Madam Liu had originally wanted to grumble, but now she retracted her stomach and hurriedly said: "You sit first, the noodles will be served immediately."    

    

Elder Liu also heard what he said and asked, "What should I do to him?"    

    

"Old man, although he has a sword in his hand, he is still a person who must be accustomed to suffering. If not, why don't we go to the hotel yesterday and eat an overlord's meal? "Just give him a bowl of coarse noodles. If you're not satisfied, then change it again."    

    

Elder Liu gave a simple smile and said: "Yes."    

    

He quietly ate the hot noodles. His appearance was very gentle, and his expression revealed the longing and sorrow of a young man who had left home when he was young. For the current him, eating noodles was a very enjoyable thing, causing him to feel very happy.    

    

Sometimes happiness is so simple!    

    

Madam Liu was influenced by him. She smiled as she placed another bowl of noodles on his table. This was already the fourth bowl. This was the first time she had seen someone who could eat so much.    

    

After finishing the noodles again, he licked his lips and put the bowl and chopsticks on the table. He picked up the sword and stood up, walked to the side of Aunt Liu and Old Liu, and searched for some gold coins with his right hand. He put some gold coins on the table, smiled happily and said, "This noodles is delicious, thank you!"    

    

"That's all," cried Mrs. Liu, raising her head.    

    

Although he walked very slowly, he disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.    

    

Under the sunlight, the gold coins on the table glittered, shining on the surface, shining on the steaming pot.    

    

Lu Yonghao was enjoying himself when the page in front of him suddenly disappeared. Only then did he realize that he had reached the end of the page. He quickly flipped to the next page and continued to read.