A martial arts conference, a sequencer event, and a fighting event.
No matter how Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Manqian and others express it, it is the same content.
This kind of grand event cannot compete with each other's words, but must use real talents.
"Are the other two contestants my brother's parents?"
The low-pitched discussion between Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying made Wang Li's ears perk up, and he immediately understood the composition of the five-person group.
If nothing went wrong, the entire Zhang family would be dispatched, and they would bring an outsider like him with them.
Among the five, Zhang Manqian is a frequent visitor to the sequencing arena and has rich fighting experience.
And Zhang Xuezhou has the ability to control the field.
The remaining three have not yet started.
Wang Li looked at Zhang Xuezhou, then at Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying who were confused, and the passion in his heart quickly disappeared.
He thought about the wolf gene that he had been interested in for a long time, and also thought about his past desire to be a lonely and arrogant wild wolf king, and felt that his youthful fantasy was gone forever.
"Do you really want to switch to Black Turtle's genes for support?"
Wang Li glanced at Zhang Weimeng, who was confused, then at Zhang Xuezhou, and then agreed.
After Zhang Xuezhou communicated with Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, Wang Li whispered in his heart.
What was troublesome for Zhang Xuezhou and others was just a matter of funds for Wang Li.
When he looked at the bottom of the tall building, his body was already climbing and falling quickly like a spider.
It may be difficult to guard against Zhang Xuezhou's fighting skills when he first takes the stage, but as long as he uses targeted attacks in the second round, it will be difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to survive.
Zhang Weimeng shook his head and felt that there was no truth in Zhang Xuezhou's words, while Zhang Manqian was hesitant and Wang Li didn't say much.
This can only prove that this martial arts competition involves a lot, and it is more important than monetary income.
From Wang Li's words, Zhang Xuezhou also learned the genetic type that Wang Li was seeking for blood exchange.
"There are no candidates here, and the blood potion in this area is also cheaper," Wang Li said cheerfully: "And troublemakers like me will inevitably be beaten in the future, so it's not bad to learn fighting skills to save lives early."
Even though Feiyu Live Broadcast has already made a profit and even made a big gain, Wang Li and others are still flocking to it.
As an outsider, if he wants to integrate into this group and seek long-term interests, he must learn to give up.
If four good men had taken this little piece of trash, Wang Li felt that he could still have been taken there.
"No serious words!"
It is impossible for Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian to change the genetic fighting skills they are already proficient in, but he, Zhang Weimeng, and Song Fengying have not practiced fighting skills, so there is still room for choice.
There is only about a year and a half left before the Sequencer Festival. It is a bad thing that he has not started practicing, but it is a good thing that his practice has not been finalized.
"...I will also be a bitch with a future in the future!"
He does not expect extravagantly from his family, does not seek Wang Haoran's sudden appreciation, and does not place his hopes on the family's provision. Wang Li faces a road full of thorns, but he believes that as long as he walks through the thorns by stepping on the pain, he will succeed.
He will definitely be able to walk on the high road, even to a level that is far beyond the reach of other family members.
Zhang Weimeng vaguely guessed that it was related, which made him feel anxious but also a little excited.
This kind of bad news is nerve-wracking, but Wang Li also sees the only comfort at the moment.
At this time, it was far from the time to compete, and Wang Li felt that it would be more comfortable for the two of them not to know.
"There is no problem with the genetic sequencing. Once the genetic type is verified, we will spend money to buy some suitable fighting skills to make do with it. If we can break into the forefront, we will at least start with three-star fighting skills!"
After Wang Li's blood potion was prepared, the fighting skills he chose were extremely limited.
As long as he cooperates and develops well, he will not be easily left behind in the future.
Zhang Xuezhou made Zhang Weimeng feel that his habits had changed greatly, and he was even a bit strange, but Zhang Weimeng knew his daughter very well.
But if the Zhang siblings brought three little trash, Wang Li felt that the possibility of a round trip was very high.
"Something happened to my dad!"
When he raised his hand and looked at the blood on his palm, he looked at the corpse in the room and the pile of wire mesh at the door, which made him aware of the danger.
Wang Li and Zhang Xuezhou discussed in low voices, many of which involved the coordination of what everyone had learned, as well as issues such as the genetic sequencing of Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying.
Genetic blood transfusion is very difficult and expensive. If you seek blood transfusion, you either have a physical defect that necessitates blood transfusion, or you have higher pursuits.
"You think long term!"
This is a special alert that occurs only when something happens.
Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying are now outsiders to this grand event.
As if he had been asleep for a long time, and as if he was newly ignorant, his eyes were somewhat confused.
With a rotten grandfather like Wang Haoran, Wang Li's ideological change was not at all embarrassing or difficult.
Unless this kind of ability develops to a later stage, and has a black armor fighting technique similar to the seventh sequence Zhou Xin, it is possible to have the troublesome ability to fight alone. At any other time, a defender who is good at it will play a supporting role.
"Being a bitch..."
"Don't look at me, I haven't participated either!"
Wang Li comforted himself in his heart, and fighting spirit gradually appeared on his face.
When Zhang Weimeng looked over, Zhang Xuezhou waved his hands repeatedly.
He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
As long as it's something profitable, then you can do it.
"We must be able to be beaten, and we must be able to pester people." Wang Li interrupted: "If we want to go further, we must become a qualified helper."
Zhang Xuezhou didn't tell the truth, and Zhang Manqian also lied and didn't tell the truth. He was so confused that he still doesn't know what the sequencer event is all about.
If Feiyu’s live broadcast has begun to enter a rough harvest period, the crowd participating in the sequencer event has not yet begun.
But there is no doubt that few people will choose genes that are suitable for being beaten when doing blood transfusions.
"What's the benefit?" Zhang Weimeng asked doubtfully.
In a high-rise building on Jishi Road, Haihua District, Xijing City, a low scream caused the alarm bell of the high-rise building to ring.
He saw the money-making ability of Feiyu Live, and he truly felt the aftermath of Zhang Xuezhou's fighting skills. He even saw Zhang Manqian's fighting ability and style.
The explosion-proof glass on the twenty-first floor was broken by a heavy object, and a figure wearing a gray robe appeared on the outside of the building.
Wang Haoran followed Ren Shengsheng around the empty streets for a long time. When the two returned to the campus hospital on the Canglan University campus, the alarm in Wang Haoran's communicator rang.
Wang Li spoke happily, and Zhang Xuezhou could only nod his head.
Although Wang Li wants to start his own business, he still has the name of the Wang family and has the authority to enter the medical institutions under Jishi Group.
The two of them have never had their genes sequenced, they have never practiced genetic fighting skills, they have no corresponding knowledge, and they are not even physically strong.
"If you win the martial arts competition, can you become the leader of the martial arts alliance or something?" Zhang Weimeng asked.
Often wandering in dangerous areas, the choice to save life is actually a better choice.
This gave him a glimmer of hope in a previously bleak future.
Zhang Xuezhou initially thought that Wang Li was brave enough to sacrifice himself for the sequencer event, but Wang Li considered that it would not be completely useless in the future.
"Martial Arts Leader...yes, you are absolutely right!"
If there is not enough benefit, Zhang Manqian will never do the corresponding thing.
This is almost equivalent to a primary school student who has not yet gone to school and needs to take the adult examination two years later. The pressure is self-evident.
The piercing sound of the alarm filled the entire building, which also aroused some urgency in his heart, and he kept quickly moving away from the building that posed a threat to him.
"But getting a top ranking does have great benefits," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"At least he has peerless martial arts," Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth and said.
This made him look at Wang Li for a few seconds, feeling that the other person seemed a little too sincere.
When he saw the information conveyed in the communication, his face became a little ugly.
The Song family member seemed to be trembling and unconscious, but nothing happened to the Song family member. Instead, the seemingly healthy old man from the Wang family fled the resettlement place.
Wang Haoran swallowed a bitter mouthful of water.
He now not only has to face how to eliminate his father's threat to Xijing City, but he also faces the struggle for the handover of power from the Wang family.