That's right, he is definitely a natural psychic!

The flow trajectory and volume of thought qi on the surface of the body show that the sperm hole in this person's body has not been completely opened, but relying on his terrifying talent instinct to subconsciously lock a part of the life energy [qi] that should have been overflowed into his body, which caused this strange state in front of him.

Shocked? Of course!

Generally speaking, those with qualified lyricism are calculated in proportion to about one out of 100,000 people, and there are very few people who can use this potential, so they will be called [genius], [dominated], [superpowered person], [immortal], [superman], etc., and are regarded as strange people.

In fact, everyone has this potential. All living things contain [qi], but not everyone can learn the ability to recite. A person without talent may not be able to learn even if he spends his whole life, even if he is a [professional hunter].

But those who are born with chanting ability are different.

There are so few people who are born with terrifying talents.

The so-called [thought] refers to the ability to freely manipulate the life energy [qi] that is overflowing from the body.

Although everyone will slowly emit trace amounts of life energy, most people cannot control its loss. Only through systematic training and extraordinary talent can [qi] be locked and left in the body.

What if a person is born to retain [qi]?

Even if only a small part is intercepted, this will continuously strengthen the person's body and continuously expand the total amount of his [qi].

If a person with this natural ability to recite further and transforms [qi] into a real [mind], then an extremely terrible ability to recite will evolve.

Izenabi believed it without a doubt that the young man named Heather in front of him was definitely a natural psychic.

But judging from his appearance, he probably hasn't systematically learned the ability to recite. He just locked up some of his life energy with his terrifying talent, which also caused his physical fitness to be far beyond ordinary people.

"Izenabi, why not go out and stay for a while?"

Dad Jack kindly reminded: "There are still blood here. Don't dirty your clothes. I'll call you when I'm packing."

Izenazi woke up from her dream and hurriedly walked out of the store: "Sorry, I'll help you clean up later. I'll call me."

As he said that, he stepped over the wreckage of the store door scattered all over the place and came to the street outside the store.

The loud noise just now alarmed the pedestrians around, but not only did not gather people to gather, but the pedestrians around him were walking more and more in a hurry, fearing that they would become related to the troubles here.

Izenaby found a secluded alley and took out a Beetle-style mobile phone from behind. After entering the number, she waited slightly anxiously for the phone to be answered.

beep--

"Hello, this is the headquarters of the Hunter Association. What do you need..."

"Bean Noodle Man, I'm Izenabi! Please help me answer the president's phone number immediately!"

"Mr. Izenaby, long time no see, are you?"

"I have something important to ask the president for advice!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

...

Dingling!

Heather and Jack, who were packing the last bit of garbage on the ground into the empty box, subconsciously looked towards the store door.

Izenabi was in his pocket with one hand in his pocket, and his right hand kept knocking on the bell on the door beam: "It seems that I don't need my help to clean up?"

"You are a guest, how can you help me clean up?"

Dad Jack stood up tremblingly and straightened his waist in pain:

"Oh, it won't work if you squat for a long time. The police will have a lot of troubles when they come over later. Izena will pick up anything you need. Today you will count on 70% off."

“In fact…”

Izenabi took out a document from his arms, with two crossed [X] printed on it and a line of barcodes. The entire document looked ordinary.

Is this? Dad Jack and Heather come over.

"I'll send them away when the police arrive later, no doubt, because I do have this privilege."

Izenaby smiled slightly, showing a proud smile: "I am [hunter]."

Heather blinked and said hesitantly: "I am [Death Knight], equipped with 470, and has complete enchanted gems..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dad Jack's screams.

"Izenabi, are you [hunter]?"

Jack's father's face turned red: "It's amazing, no wonder... It would be very easy to deal with this matter if a hunter with a 'killing license' is here to deal with it! 50% off! Izenaby, you buy everything in the store today 50% off!"

Heather stood aside and hugged his arms in front of his chest, frowned slightly.

Killing permission? Hunter? It sounds familiar!

After quickly organizing the language in my mind, Izenabi cleared his throat and looked at Heather:

"Heather, I want to ask you a question - do you know what [Penchantist] is?"

Heather tilted his head: "Those who recite the ability? Hold a spoon and bend that kind of practitioner with his mind?"

"No, he is a psychic ability who can use life energy."

Izenabi raised a finger and didn't see him doing any other unnecessary movements, but Heather subconsciously made an attacking posture.

Dad Jack looked left and right, and he didn't understand what the puzzles these two were fighting.

"I have a very keen perception. I just mobilized a little bit of [thinking] and [killing intention] against you, and you immediately noticed it. This is the difference between you and ordinary people, Heather."

Izenaby smiled: "I'm pretty sure you are a natural psychic."

Dad Jack also understood: "Izenaby, do you mean that little Heather also has the qualifications to become a hunter?"

"This is what I'm going to say next."

Izenaby took out the Beetle's cell phone from behind and shook it with a serious expression:

"I just asked Isaac Nitro, president of the Hunter Association, to get approval by phone, allowing me to formally teach Heather how to use [Recitation]. Heather, if you agree, I will do my best to help you truly open your chanting and become a qualified chanting person."

Heather did not agree immediately, but pushed the black frame on the bridge of his nose, and said indifferently: "It sounds pretty good, but no one is qualified to learn the ability to read, right? We just met less than 10 minutes ago, and told me about such a confidential matter and even accepted me as my disciple. I felt a little guilty."

The doubts inside and outside the words increase instead of reducing, which clearly shows distrust.

Izenabi didn't care, but instead laughed:

"So that's true, it's a bit abrupt and inadequate. But I'm short of time here, so I can only make it clear and I hope you don't mind."

He unzipped the black hooded jacket and exposed the white martial arts uniform inside, with Chinese characters embroidered on the chest of the clothes.

"What I practice is the source of the heart. Our sect attaches importance to inner cultivation and encourages disciples to help and guide their growth when they see the right seedlings. Therefore, most people in the sect have the habit of accepting disciples and teaching, and the source of the heart continues to develop and expand, and there are more and more friends and help. By the way, the representative figure of the source of the heart is Isaac Nitro, president of the Hunter Association."

"Heather, you are a natural person with chanting ability. Your talent is indeed limitless, but 'being higher than others, everyone will definitely misunderstand'. The more you turn into a dragon, the more likely you die. Meeting is fate. I hope you can help you, at least help you enter the world of chanting ability correctly and safely."

His tone was very sincere, and Izenabi really accepted a disciple with the mentality of not asking for any reward.

Heather said, "Oh? Didn't you just say that time is tight, why did you have time to teach me?"

My tone was loose, and I thought it was because I was thinking.

Izenabi rubbed his chin covered with stubble and smiled: "No conflict or conflict. My mission this time is to teach a new hunter to complete the practice of chanting ability on behalf of the Hunter Association. That kid should have taken the train to arrive in this city in two hours, just take you with him. One sheep is to drive two sheep."

Heather scratched his head and looked at Dad Jack, hesitating: "But if I leave, the old man's store..."

"Go! Heather!"

Unexpectedly, the old Jack who was searching for QQ in the past patted Heather on the arm and said loudly:

"How can a mere grocery store trap you? Dad, I won't hold you back. At worst, I can attract another fool... Excellent young people come to help! Izena has known me for a long time. He is really a good person. I believe he will definitely be a good master. Take whatever you need from the store, and it's free!"

Izenaby smiled and joked, "Oh yell, Old Jack can say the word 'free', which means he really sees you as his junior Heather."

Heather seemed a little embarrassed and scratched her cheek: "That smelly old man, you'll take a look at the store. When I learn how to recite, I'll come back and show my strength! Our goal is to open a hundred Octopus Jack Department Store chain stores, which can be listed, and I have thought of the trademark and advertising slogan..."

"There's too much nonsense! Get out of here with your stuff!"

Dad Jack was not very accustomed to this sensational plot, and shouted in anger: "Izenaby, hurry up to the warehouse to see if there is anything to get. Heather, you go upstairs to pack your luggage!"

Ten minutes later, Heather, who was still wearing a handyman uniform, stood at the door of the store with a gray canvas luggage bag, while Izenaby, who had just sent the police away, was also standing outside the door with her luggage on her back.

After all, I only lived for a month and didn’t have many personal belongings and clothes to take away. Heather was lightly equipped.

Izenabi just picked some shampoo, toothpaste, toilet paper and other daily necessities in the warehouse. The weirdest thing is that he specially took a few high-legged glasses and asked him what he was doing, but he was mysteriously unwilling to say it.

What a mystery to pretend to be, isn’t it just [Shuijian Style]!

Heather finally came back to the taste when the other party mentioned the hunter and chanting ability-
Chapter completed!