Fali faintly felt that Chen Zhao seemed to move.

Fali squinted her eyes and reached out to check the time with her mobile phone by the window.

But Fali's hand was held by Chen Zhao.

"It's still early, you continue to sleep, I will go downstairs to find something to eat." Chen Zhao said softly.

"Well... don't eat too much at night," Fali whispered.

Although Chen Zhao will not have the problem of getting fat.

However, Farrie still reminded her habitually.

Chen Zhao stood at the entrance of the manor, looking at the uninvited guests in front of him.

"Come to me at this time, are you sure you didn't come to die?" Chen Zhao looked at Simmons with a dark face.

Chen Zhao hates being disturbed at this point in time.

Especially the other party also found his door.

"You are the one who is looking for death! Do you think the Sixth Congress has given you power, so you can speak to me like this?" Simmons stared at Chen Zhao coldly, and Chen Zhao's eyes were like a poisonous snake. Comfortable.

Chen Zhao glanced around: "Have you brought your helper? Come out. It's meaningless to hide."

At this time, a few people walked out of the darkness, the same ones who were in the bar before.

The thin old man walked out with a smile: "Sir, we are not in the same group with him."

Simmons glanced at the skinny old man: "Didn't you guys come to pick up the cheap ones?"

Seth whispered and said, "Yes, I'm here to pick up the bargain."

At this time, only the bearded Kendir waved his hand: "I am not, I am not."

Kendier looked at Chen Zhao's eyes with a little fear.

Although he has been in the spiritual world of South America all year round.

But I returned to Los Angeles in the last two years and opened that bar.

He knows something about Los Angeles.

No matter who comes here, you have to take it in your arms.

As far as he knows, there are a few people whose reputation and strength are above him who came to Los Angeles to commit crimes.

Then there was no more.

The time they spent jumping together did not exceed 24 hours.

There is another saying that Los Angeles is ruled by an Asian.

Kendir had some thoughts when he came over.

But after seeing Chen Zhao, he suddenly lost that idea.

Standing next to Kendir, the woman immersed in the cold breath said: "I'm here to accept the assessment. I don't care whether you are the selection, in short, don't prevent me from participating in the World Spiritual Contest."

Chen Zhao glanced at the two and didn't care about their expressions.

"So, who will come first?"

Simmons stepped forward: "I was attacked by you during the day, this time you have no chance."

Simmons took the first step, and a purple light condensed from both palms to Chen Zhao: "Listen to my orders, you will not be able to breathe in the air for ten minutes."

Everyone was surprised, and Simmons directly used a big move on Chen Zhao.

Simmons' magic system is very special and very advanced.

It's even close to the law.

Of course, it is not a rule.

In the words of the industry, his magic system is a law.

Similar to the law, it cannot be exempted.

He can give instructions to everything, even the enemy.

However, it is very magical to impose the decree on the enemy.

They did not expect that Simmons actually issued this order to Chen Zhao at the beginning of the game.

But this is not over yet, Simmons repeats the same trick again.

"Listen to my orders, you will not be able to absorb the magic power in ten minutes."

Everyone was shocked again, Simmons was desperate.

The second decree magic is more excessive than the first.

Unable to breathe, unable to restore magic power.

This kind of advanced decree is not only crushing the opponent, but also challenging the upper limit of his own magic power.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the eyes of the skinny old man.

He saw Simmons wear a ring on his finger.

That was the dragon blood spar ring that appeared on the market a while ago.

He has heard about it, but he can only sigh with excitement.

It's too expensive. For him, even a few years of hard work may not be able to buy such a ring.

Simmons actually has a dragon blood spar ring.

How did he buy it?

No... Some time ago, a wealthy psychic was attacked and killed.

This guy did it!

I have long known that Simmons is cruel and often engages in murderous activities.

It's just that Simmons's words are extremely clean and neat, leaving almost no traces.

Coupled with the strength, very few people will go into it.

Just as everyone was shocked, Simmons launched a third magic spell.

"Listen to my orders, you will not be able to escape offensive magic within a minute."

Everyone was shocked again.

You dare to issue such orders, are you going crazy?

Simmons continuously imposed three decree magic on Chen Zhao.

This gave a triumphant smile.

Simmons raised his arms at this time: "Listen to my orders, I want all the aura of heaven and earth within one kilometer to be controlled by me at will."

Even the skinny old man has changed color.

"Madman, this guy is a madman! How dare he... how dare he..." Kendy's face was incredulous.

The skinny old man's face was also uncertain.

He hadn't paid much attention to Simmons.

But the real strength that Simmons showed at this moment made him have to treat it with caution.

Simmons's palms condensed a huge aura of heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy of that day was more than ten meters in diameter, exuding a frightening atmosphere.

Everyone took a few steps back unconsciously.

They don't want to be affected by this super bomb.

If hit by this kind of thing, there is no possibility of survival.

Even steel will be wiped out instantly.

Kendir looked at Chen Zhao.

This should be a desperate situation, right?

Why doesn't that guy's face change at all?

Unable to breathe, unable to absorb magic power, unable to avoid attacks.

Then faced an almost desperate attack.

Normal people should be frightened or angry?

Is that guy with facial paralysis?

Or... he didn't wake up at all?

"I like your desperate face, it would be perfect if you let out a few more wailings."

"Oh, I'm so scared..."

At this moment, a girl's voice came from behind.

Everyone saw that several children appeared behind Chen Zhao.

However, the children did not show any horror, instead they were all excited.

"It's not game time. Get all of me to go to sleep." Chen Zhao glared at Didila: "Didila, did you wake them up? I know you played games until midnight again."

"Uncle, they were too noisy and woke us up." Didila directly shifted the responsibility to Simmons and others.

"Yeah, yeah, we were awakened by them."

"A bunch of little bastards! Give me all to die!" Simmons said grimly.