Chapter 2202: That year he had his hands in his pockets...
Wang Ling put on his hood and stepped forward step by step. From the moment he entered the factory, no one took such an ordinary high school student in their eyes.
This group of monks who claimed to be system capable people, who did not follow the orthodox path and only obtained their abilities by completing so-called system tasks, regarded themselves very highly. Wang Lingben did not bother to argue with them. After all, the happiness of cultivation was incomparable.
Although Wang Ling's abilities continued to grow day after day, he could not be said to be very happy at first. However, in finding ways to suppress his own abilities, Wang Ling gradually found new joy.
While others tried every means to make themselves stronger, Wang Ling tried every means to make himself look less strong.
It’s the same happiness of cultivation, but the way of happiness is different.
The world is so big, Wang Ling cannot deny that perhaps there are real system capable users in this world, but Wang Ling does not dare to compliment those in the factory in front of him.
Just relying on Wang Tong's ability, he has already seen through too much.
"The scroll is mine! No one can snatch it from me!" someone yelled from the front.
With this shout, countless people came forward to fight for it excitedly, and everyone was fighting for it.
It's similar to what Wang Ling and Sun Rong imagined. These people have the realms accumulated by the so-called system, but they are not good at physical skills at all.
In Wang Ling's opinion, the fights between these people were more like children doing tortoise boxing, and were even far inferior to the physical skills of his two good brothers Chen Chao and Guo Hao from No. 60 Middle School.
The scene was very chaotic and very eye-catching.
Such weak physical skills would not be able to graduate from No. 60 Middle School.
Wang Ling didn't care about all this at all. He walked out leisurely, as if strolling in a garden, paying no attention to these people. He had a sense of intimidation. On the way there, people were fighting fiercely around him.
Suddenly everything became quiet again.
As he walked along, the noisy fighting in the factory gradually subsided. Wang Ling seemed to have a magical power that could calm everyone around him...
At least in Sun Rong's eyes, that's what it seemed like.
But at this moment, the people who were fighting were actually frightened and speechless by the aura emanating from Wang Ling. They seemed to be able to see a large amount of spiritual energy, just like the ocean-like one in the movie "The Shining"
Blood and water continued to spurt out from Wang Ling's Tianling Cap. In just a few seconds, the entire factory was almost flooded...
At this time, Huang Tingjian, who was standing at the top, was also shocked. He found that he could not see through the young man in front of him.
Although he was a high school student, Wang Ling's aura was so majestic that he was like an eternal monster.
"Which high school student is this from?" Huang Tingjian began to become very curious about Wang Ling. He tried to test it, but behind Wang Ling, there was a figure with a face covered with bandages, eight wings on its back, and a
The spirit of the black ancient armor suddenly appeared in Huang Tingjian's eyes.
He could not call out the name of the Dharma-appearance spirit, but in the next second, the Dharma-appearance spirit quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his hip and placed it on the bowstring.
Then!
Give a break!
An ink arrow pierced directly from the front, almost piercing Huang Tingjian's ear.
Huang Tingjian was frightened, and beads of sweat immediately flowed down his face.
As a person with some basic knowledge of cultivation, he immediately knew that if the arrow had not been released, it would probably kill him directly.
However, this ink-style Dharma Spirit still successfully diverted Huang Tingjian's attention from Wang Ling to Lao Huang.
This style is obvious. It is the style of this painter. Moreover, this painter named Huang majored in traditional archery in college. It is not surprising to have such a spiritual guardian of the Dharma.
The key is, this directly explains why this high school student has such powerful spiritual energy flowing in his body...
"Did you borrow the inspiration from this painter surnamed Huang?"
Huang Tingjian frowned, and after some brainstorming, he reasoned everything out into a completely reasonable answer.
Otherwise, it would be too exaggerated for a high school student to have such a powerful aura.
In fact, this Dharma Appearance Spirit is not Lao Huang's Dharma Appearance Spirit, but was derived by Wang Ling using Wang Tong based on Lao Huang's characteristics in order to mislead.
And it was obvious that Wang Ling's misdirection worked.
No one could stop Wang Ling from getting the scroll. Everyone, including Huang Tingjian, watched quietly as the male high school student in the foundation building stage slowly walked under the chain with his pockets in his pockets, and used a simple move.
The scroll was pulled off with a single primer, and then thrown into Lao Huang's hand.
At this moment, it seemed that everyone in the room understood what was going on. Only Lao Huang was still confused.
He actually differentiated his own Dharma Spirit and let a high school student come and seize the scroll...
The key is that they are still unable to stop Wang Ling.
This is an old man!
Many people lowered their eyebrows, and the panic in their hearts could not be eliminated. Many people even began to regret that they should not have yelled at Senior Huang from the beginning, mocking him for taking two people for outdoor training.
High school students came to compete with them for information.
Even Huang Tingjian changed his face and changed into a respectful attitude.
He fell from the sky and went straight to Old Huang, bowing and saying: "Senior Huang, speaking of it, you and I are still our surnames. I was rude before. I didn't expect that Senior Huang has such a powerful spirit of Dharma and painting skills.
The archery skills have all reached their peak..."
Lao Huang didn't understand what was going on at all, and touched his head, but he had to shoot the arrow. He really wanted a stable job, so he took the initiative to extend his hand and shook it, as modest as ever: "Then
Mr. Huang, according to regulations, this scroll?"
"The information in this scroll naturally belongs to Senior Huang." Huang Tingjian did not dare to hold it directly, but took a step back and respectfully clasped his fists: "Senior Huang, you don't have to be so polite, you can call me Xiao Huang..."
He knew very well that what these advanced elders in the world of cultivation liked to do most was to test them. They looked elegant and easy-going, but in fact every step they took was a test.
If you make the wrong choice, your life may be in danger!
"Xiao Huang, isn't this bad?"
Lao Huang thought this was quite impolite. Huang Tingjian's moral conduct was obviously deeper than his own, so how could he be called Xiao Huang?
As a result, Huang Tingjian thought that Old Huang was angry, so he knelt down in front of everyone and kowtowed heavily to Old Huang: "I have overstepped my bounds. Seniors can call juniors whatever they want!"
He was really frightened.
That arrow just now was a show of force!
If you don't bow your head at this time, you will probably be killed directly by this senior Huang Shengdong!