The item I identified is very strange.

Chapter 19 Battle Tactics

The middle-aged martial artist with thinning hair was named Zhang Long.

In order to gain power, he performed a blood sacrifice, but just when he was about to succeed, a mysterious old man smashed the device with a brick.

He walked near the old residential area, his mind racing.

Zhang Long racked his brains but still couldn't understand why the old man could smash the device that even he couldn't break.

Could it be that the other party is a martial artist stronger than a martial arts master?

But for a super-strong martial artist, there's no need to exert any effort.

Zhang Long chose to abandon his thoughts. He was seriously injured and needed to find a place to recuperate and, incidentally, contact the Blood Fiend Alliance.

He walked into the brightly lit streets of the old residential area, where the flow of people was complex and it was easy to hide.

The streets were unusually crowded at night. Due to the narrowness of the streets, vehicles were almost completely blocked. Zhang Long turned into a hotel.

"Boss, I'd like a room."

Zhang Long's voice was deep.

The people of the Thunder Sect cultivate the Thunder Visualization Diagram. Every time they fight, their blood energy carries lightning. Right now, his whole body is numb and he needs to find a place to rest.

Such a mixed and chaotic place was just right. He took the room key and went upstairs. The environment inside the stairwell was dark, with only a light bulb barely illuminating the steps.

Just as Zhang Long reached the front of the room and was about to open the door, his martial arts instincts made him look towards the room next door.

You can vaguely hear a woman's screams and two people talking inside.

"Zhihong, don't kill him. Don't stuff the bottle so deep. We're here to complete the Holy Son's mission."

"I know, Zhise, you're just too cautious. A woman's body is very resilient. That woman last time, we played with her like that and she didn't die. How could she possibly die after we stuffed a few bottles in her mouth?"

Zhang Long was slightly taken aback. Had they encountered some eminent Buddhist monks?

The basic visualization in Buddhism is the visualization of erotic and forbidden pleasures.

After a brief hesitation, Zhang Long stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, are you a high-ranking Buddhist monk?"

The sounds inside immediately quieted down, and soon the door was opened, revealing a monk standing in the doorway, his body simply covered by a towel.

He was all muscle and looked very strong.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong, fishy stench wafted out.

Zhang Long saw that there were many tissues scattered on the ground, as well as a mess of essential oil bottles, and a woman lying on the bed with her body shiny and oily.

Tears streamed down the woman's face. She trembled violently, a bottle between her teeth, her eyes filled with despair as she looked towards the doorway, uttering incoherent words: "Help, help me..."

Zhang Long's lips twitched. These people who practice Buddhism and Taoism, that's all they think about.

"This humble monk is Zhise. May I ask, benefactor..." Zhise bowed slightly and began to ask.

Zhang Long smiled and said, "I'm from the Blood Fiend Alliance."

"So you're a friend of the Blood Fiend Alliance. Speaking of which, we're currently trying to convert that female benefactor inside. Would you like to come and help us convert her as well?"

Zhang Long felt nauseous. These bald monks didn't seem to care about any of this and even invited him to participate.

"That's fine, but why would your gods and Buddhists choose her?"

He was genuinely curious about what was so special about the way Buddhism selected people.

Zhi Se smiled and said, "This female benefactor has taken the initiative to seek our guidance."

"How did you figure that out?" Zhang Long was stunned.

"She was wearing a short skirt and black stockings," Zhi Se said with a smile.

Is that the reason?

Zhang Long thought these people were crazy. If it weren't for the Blood Fiend Alliance's connection with the Divine Buddhism, he would never have come looking for them.

A real madman.

"The two eminent monks can enlighten me. I came to the two eminent monks this time to ask them to help me complete the blood sacrifice again," Zhang Long said with a smile.

Zhi Se was slightly taken aback, and at that moment, a woman's voice came from inside again. It turned out that Zhi Hong inside had lifted the woman up.

"So you are the person in the news. We can help you, but please also help us find someone, someone the Holy Son wants to convert," Zhi Se said.

Zhang Long nodded: "No problem."

The Holy Son's salvation?

That's probably a woman.

Thinking this, Zhi Se took out his phone, opened a photo, and handed it to Zhang Long.

Zhang Long was stunned when he saw it.

so beautiful!

Wearing a baseball cap, a short leather jacket, and a leather skirt, revealing her slim waist and white belly, she exudes an alluring charm.

With her curvaceous figure and stunningly beautiful face, she's definitely a top-tier young woman.

No wonder the holy son of Buddhism would like her; in real life, he has rarely seen such a beautiful girl.

This was passed by the Holy Son who was watching over the mountain...

Zhang Long shook his head and glanced at the woman inside. If she fell into the hands of the Holy Son, she would probably suffer even more than this woman.

This seemingly cool girl is likely headed towards utter despair and destruction.

At that point, she probably won't be able to maintain that cool demeanor, and might end up crying even more miserably than the woman inside.

How pitiful...

"I understand. I will find her. You two venerable monks, please also help me find a way to complete the blood sacrifice."

"Please rest assured, benefactor, my greatest joy in this life is helping others," Zhise said with a smile.

After Zhang Long left, Zhi Se shook his head.

Blood sacrifice?

What a madman! Killing so many people to increase his strength, what's the point?

……

At night, Xia Fan looked at the photo of white socks and jade feet.

Of course, to him, this was the Void Sword Control Technique. He stared intently at the soles of the two feet in front of him, which were covered by white socks, and felt it more and more.

The photos before me are becoming increasingly profound!

That complex and ethereal feeling excited Xia Fan.

Such a profound battle tactic!

Looking at the white socks and jade feet, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. In his mind, the cultivation method of the Void Sword Control Technique also appeared.

First and foremost, one must observe battle tactics and practice swordsmanship in the early morning, just as the sun rises.

After learning about the training method, Xia Fan did not delay. He took out his treasured wooden sword from the box and headed to the park before sunrise.

The closest park to the old residential area is the central garden next door.

Xia Fan originally thought he was the first to arrive, but to his surprise, when he arrived with his wooden sword, several old men were already warming up.

Xia Fan fell silent. If he were to practice swordsmanship in this park, he would still want to open the photo of white socks and jade feet.

If these old men saw him, he would be dead on the spot.

"Hey old buddy, where have I seen you before? Did you just move in?" Just then, the old man, whose hair was almost all gone, finished his warm-up exercises and asked with a smile.

Being called "old buddy" feels really strange...

Of course, even if he has the soul of a young man, he is now just an old body, and that must be acknowledged.

Xia Fan smiled and said, "Yes, you guys keep practicing, I'll go over there."

With that, he turned and left. The old man simply shook his head, realizing he had made a fool of himself, and didn't bother him.

Xia Fan walked to the garden next door, propped up his phone, opened the photo of white socks and jade feet, and took a deep breath.

As the sun rose, his gaze fell on the brightening corner of the sky, while he gripped his wooden sword and looked at the white-socked, jade-like feet reflected on his phone screen.

That mysterious feeling rose again, and as the corner of the sky brightened, golden light gradually overflowed from Xia Fan's pupils.