Treasure identifying Golden Finger

2When the middle-aged assassin in front of him heard Faang Cheng's words, his heart was filled with jealousy. This was not an explanation for why their Spirit Power was different, but a way of telling him that the hard work of the future was not worth mentioning in front of perfect talent.    

    

"Oh, that's right. He's indeed very strong."    

    

The middle-aged assassin laughed and didn't want to say anything else.    

    

"Oh, I didn't mean anything else. Although I am indeed born with Spirit Power, it doesn't mean that the Spirit Power you cultivate after birth can't beat my natural Spirit Power in China. There was actually still restraint between Spirit Power and Spirit Power. It's just like how a large part of the Spirit Power you cultivate in the Myriad God Realm has its own attributes, right? Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, lightning, wind, rain, clouds, and so on. I think that our Spirit Power should also have an attribute that can counter it. For example, if my identity is a Wind God, then I think that the attribute of the Spirit Power that can counter me is probably metal, wood, water, fire, earth. Although I have never tried it before, there are actually a lot of attacks of this kind."    

    

Faang Cheng revealed his "weakness" without reservation, as if he was trying his best to teach the middle-aged assassin a lesson and was very concerned about his reputation.    

    

"Oh, so that's how it is! I... I really don't know much about this. However, the Wind style of attack is indeed suppressed by the Metal and Wood styles. At least, that's the case in our Myriad God Realm."    

    

The middle-aged assassin's expression suddenly relaxed as his eyes swept back and forth across Faang Cheng's back as if he was thinking about something.    

    

Faang Cheng suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and the smile on his face deepened.    

    

As the two of them walked back to the Spirit Cultivation Academy, Faang Cheng walked in front with a relaxed expression while the middle-aged assassin followed behind him with a dejected expression. These two seemingly ordinary people did not attract the attention of the surrounding people as they walked towards their destination like the ordinary people on the street.    

    

Along the way, people who recognized Faang Cheng would occasionally greet him from a distance. However, they all knew their limits and knew Faang Cheng's personality quite well. Thus, they only greeted him and left with a smile on their faces, not bothering him any further. As the middle-aged assassin walked behind Faang Cheng, his gaze gradually changed.    

    

The two of them passed through a bustling street and turned into a relatively quiet alley. The alley was not small. There were two or three people walking around, but it was much quieter than the previous street. With no one to talk to Faang Cheng anymore, the two of them returned to their slow pace.    

    

At this moment, a young woman in her late twenties walked towards Faang Cheng with a three or four-year-old girl in her arms. The little girl had two pigtails and smiled sweetly at Faang Cheng as she brushed past him.    

    

When Faang Cheng saw the little girl smiling at him, he smiled back faintly.    

    

At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past Faang Cheng's back. He subconsciously turned his head to look. In the next second, he saw that the little girl with two pigtails had already moved from her mother's hands to the hands of the middle-aged assassin behind her.    

    

At some point, the middle-aged assassin managed to break free from the Spirit Power rope that Faang Cheng had placed on his body. In the blink of an eye, he had already snatched away the little girl and held her in his arms. With one hand around the little girl's neck, he treated her as a bargaining chip to threaten Faang Cheng.    

    

"Ah..."    

    

The little girl's mother was the first to react. She couldn't help but scream when she found that her daughter had been snatched away in an instant.    

    

"Flower, Flower, my Flower. Why did you take my Flower..."    

    

The young woman cried and wanted to take back her daughter, but she was scared by the middle-aged assassin's hand on her neck.    

    

"Mister Lei, what are you doing?"    

    

At this moment, Faang Cheng slowly turned his head around and looked at the middle-aged assassin behind him. His expression was a mixture of surprise and surprise.    

    

"You... You don't look surprised? Could it be that you already knew I was going to attack?"    

    

The middle-aged assassin looked at Faang Cheng's calm expression and his expression turned ugly. He questioned Faang Cheng in disbelief.    

    

"I thought you wouldn't come back with me willingly. Something might happen on the way, but I didn't think you'd threaten me with a hostage. If you have paid attention to me and understood me, you should know that your way of threatening me with the girl's neck is useless to me. After all, I can save the girl after I catch you! It is a simple thing for me. "    

    

As Faang Cheng spoke, he started walking towards the middle-aged assassin. In fact, he did not like the feeling of being threatened and suppressed. Especially the mother of the little girl who was crying her heart out. When she heard Faang Cheng say that the middle-aged assassin might want to kill the little girl, she cried even harder.    

    

"No, no, no, Principal Fang, I advise you not to be impulsive."    

    

Seeing Faang Cheng walking towards him, the middle-aged assassin took two steps back and shook his head anxiously at Faang Cheng.    

    

"Principal Fang, I believe you still don't quite understand my abilities. Although you are indeed very powerful, being able to bring the dead back to life, I know that you have your own conditions for bringing the dead back to life. You have to be able to bring someone back to life before the spiritual power in the dead body completely dissipates, right? "    

    

The middle-aged assassin looked at Faang Cheng seriously and said.    

    

However, Faang Cheng did not say anything. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged assassin who was still holding the girl's neck.    

    

"It's like this, what's wrong?"    

    

Faang Cheng nodded with certainty.    

    

"Unfortunately, I... happen to have an ability that counters yours. That is... I can suck out all the Spirit Power in a person's body in a short period of time, leaving nothing behind. If that's the case, Principal Fang... Can you still save this person? "    

    

As soon as the middle-aged assassin finished speaking, Faang Cheng was stunned. He frowned slightly. First he looked at the middle-aged killer's face, and then, when he was sure that the man wasn't lying, he looked at the breathless little girl who was crying in the middle-aged killer's arms.    

    

"I didn't expect Master Lei to have such a special skill. Impressive! I have underestimated Master Lei."    

    

Faang Cheng gritted his teeth and said.    

    

Chapter 7