Chapter 112 Abnormal Crow, King of Strength! (Thanks to the leader of Symbol Book Friends for the additional update)
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Vegetable seller.
Since my son disappeared, there have been fewer and fewer people. I have been looking for my son every day.”
"After Chen Yang died, I heard that Chen Yang's master gave her a large sum of money. She took the money and returned to her hometown, and the house she rented was also returned.
When Lu Yuan heard this, he stopped holding oranges in his hands and asked, "Master Chen Yang? Does Chen Yang have another master?"
"Yes, he is the master who taught him martial arts and fighting.
Chen Yang's job of fighting with people was also found for him by his master.
I used to drive him back. "His master is really good. After Chen Yang's accident, he has been helping to find someone. After Chen Yang died, he knew that Chen Yang's mother would have a hard time being alone for the rest of her life, so she took the initiative to give money...
Lu Yuan listened to the auntie selling oranges' nagging sighs, and the light in his eyes kept flashing.
Seeing that there were a lot of oranges in the bag, he stood up with the bag in hand.
"I'll sweep the money over to you, Auntie."
He took out his mobile phone, scanned the payment code placed next to the stall, paid two hundred yuan, and then left calmly in the eyes of the orange seller: "This young man is gone."
"Boss, how much does this fish cost per pound?"
Weigh some peppers for me...Give me two green onions, boss.
Lu Yuan was walking among the bustling crowd carrying a bag of oranges, and his ears were filled with the sounds of selling and bargaining.
Crowds of people were passing by on both sides of him, and from time to time a battery car shouted "Give way, give way" and slowly drove past the smell of fish, blood, earth, grass, and the smell of human sweat and stench...
Whispering on the end of Lu Yuan's nose, the word "market" merged into his mind.
Outside is the Chengxi Development Zone of Jiaoyan City, a vegetable market, or market, in an urban village.
After Chen Yang, Lin Zhiqin was the next student who boxed for me in Mosa. That person lived in the same house as him and not this one. He had been missing for two months and was first found by Chen Yang on the eighth floor of the Crow God Sect’s den. All seven limbs were broken.
Seven sense organs were cut off.
The road is long.
Later, the Jiujiaoyan City police announced a batch of death lists regarding the disappearances, and Lu Yuan was among them.
Chen Yang asked Ge Wenjun for the contact address of Lu Yuan, and wanted to come over and ask the man who made Lin Zhiqin cry, and find out what Shi Lu did for Shi Lufeng in addition to the competition in Mosa.
Unfortunately, the attempt was in vain, and the man who lost his beloved son returned to his hometown alone.
So I had something to do, so I casually chatted with a few grocery shoppers from a distance who knew about Shi Lu’s family.
Although a lot of useless information was asked, there was not a single point that Chen Yang didn't expect.
Before Lu Yuan confirmed his death, Lin Zhiqin actually gave my mother a sum of money?"
Did Lu Yuan die at the hands of the Crow God Cult? Why did Shi Lufeng take the initiative to give him money?
I am obviously very short of money, so what is my psychology, or...
"character."
Chen Yang's eyes flashed and he fell into deep thought.
I suddenly found that my understanding of Shi Lufeng had gone awry from just one person. Maybe it was because of my perfunctory attitude when class was over, I hadn’t smoked yet, I had bad habits like trimming my edges, etc.
In addition, when I applied for the formal discipleship assessment, I knew it was unintentional or intentional.
As a result, I always maintained a very weak alertness when dealing with him.
Even now I am used to doing "performances" behind Lin Zhiqin.
But let’s think about it carelessly.
From the end to now, Shi Lufeng seems to have never done anything bad to herself.
I tried my best to teach myself actual combat, guide myself in martial arts, and teach myself the martial arts of the Crane School.
During this period, everything he consumed, such as massage and physical therapy, and secret medicines from the martial arts school, were all paid out of Lin Zhiqin's own pocket.
Even if I am the core figure of the Crane Faction, those resources should be completely free. I have never been greedy for the prize money I won from boxing matches.
From the beginning to the end, Bad Xiang has been making sacrifices for himself, just so that he can continue to fight in Mosa?!
After you take the personal examination, whether you can pass it or not, you will be considered an official disciple of the Crane Sect.
According to the rules, the game can continue.
When the time comes, how should Shi Lufeng... help my man survive?!
With an expression on her face, Shi Lu gradually left the quiet vegetable market and finally walked back along a mottled dirt road.
I walked until I reached the intersection with the cement driveway and stood at the base of a telephone pole before I stood still.
After coming there, Shi Lu specifically inquired about Yang Jiandong's current situation.
I am living a bad life, and I heard that I am not planning my wedding with my boyfriend yet.
Chen Yang was standing at the intersection waiting for the urban and rural bus. He had eaten enough oranges just now while chatting with his aunt outside the market.
Now the burps smelled like orange. Chen Yang suddenly felt the urge to urinate. He searched around and saw that there was no public toilet about a hundred meters away.
I was going to walk over and put some water on it.
We were only halfway there when suddenly.
Chen Yang saw a white shadow flying over from behind the public restroom. I am now as sensitive as white birds, so I took a casual look and realized that it was really a crow.
But they are much smaller than my crow brothers, and they look very weak.
Crow God Cult!
Those eight words jumped out of Chen Yang's mind instantly.
Just pretend to think, activate the [Crow Whisper] skill immediately.
The radiating mental power turned into the form of plucked strings, and tangible mental fluctuations spread out. With the blessing of the Iv2 [Crow Language] skill, these crows flew smoothly to Shi Lu and landed on them.
Chen Yang originally wanted to reach out and grab it, but suddenly thought that those things might have eaten dead human flesh, so he immediately retracted his hand.
Command a few crows to open their mouths.
Sure enough, we saw a ring of fine, sharp, strange teeth in their mouths.
"It's really a deformed strange crow raised by the Crow God Cult."
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly and he continued to exchange information with several crows.
A moment ago, several deformed crows were flapping their wings and about to fly away, but they were trampled to death one by one by Chen Yang.
"I never thought that in the west part of the city, we haven't destroyed a den led by a weak god servant of the Crow God Cult, but there is still one hidden!"
Chen Yang stepped on the head of the first crow, rubbed his soles under the mound of soil next to him in disgust, and frowned slightly.
I'm thinking about how to deal with it.
He made a decision a moment ago - "Tell Ge Wenjun some information and let Huang Xiong's people solve it themselves."
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"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
The door to the lounge was opened heavily, and a staff member wearing a uniform with the words Mosa Fight Club poked his head back.
Seeing the quiet, weak woman sitting on the white light, wearing an eight-eyed ram mask, Da Da cautiously said: "Feast Eater, your competition is about to end."
"Um."
A slightly high-pitched voice came from the mask.
The woman in the eight-eyed ram mask stood up quickly from her chair.
My short and tall body blocked half of the incandescent light, and I walked closer to the door step by step.
Outside the eyes of the staff, it was as if a shadow was slowly spreading out of the large lounge.
"Gulu swallowed a mouthful of saliva one by one. The staff quickly opened the door of the lounge as hard as possible, took a few steps forward, and let the woman pass by him respectfully.
It wasn't until the woman walked away that I let out a long breath of relief.
He wiped the beads of sweat from under his forehead and murmured in a friendly manner: "Recently, there are fewer and fewer bad guys outside the venue. I really miss the days when people and gangsters can get paid... ugh
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Shi Lu walked out of the competition venue in a hurry.
That was the first time that I separated from Lin Zhiqin and went to Mosa alone to participate in the competition.
The main reason is to verify the results of the recent physical training - experimenting with sticks and knives at home, which is much like going to the arena to punch and fight on the ground.
Chen Yang felt a little emotional when he stepped into the arena.
Because I found that there were a lot of spectators outside the stadium today.
Less than seven-eighths of the seats were occupied.
Most of them are contestants wearing masks.
"That game became more and more peaceful...
Chen Yang thought it was bad, but inwardly he felt more at ease.
The fewer people there are, the more formal the competition held by Mosa is, and the more likely people and events are to occur.
"The feasters are coming!"
A long way from the door to the ring, Chen Yang heard the whispers from the audience.
"I thought that King Li's opponent in the first battle was actually a banquet eater, so I didn't think much of this one."
"How can it be nothing to look at? Even to the King of Power, he was just a fish-like figure."
"Yes, King Li is a figure who can defeat hundreds of weaklings in the next Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League.
He was defeated by the genius of Steel Fist Sect before and disappeared for less than a year. He never thought that he would appear there again when he came back!
It’s really satisfying.”
"The difference between injuries and recovery is very small. I want to find some big games after the game and hope to get back to my form quickly.
The prize money for that competition was still wrong."
"yes."
It turns out it was for you.
On the eight-eyed ram mask, the corners of Chen Yang's mouth twitched slightly.
That wave was really not a bit pretentious.
I thought it was due to my growing reputation during the Boiling Night that I attracted so many opponents to watch later.
It’s wrong to think that others are here to watch, but the main reason is to watch my opponent’s performance.
"Li Wang."
Chen Yang secretly chewed on the name he just heard, and felt a trace of urgency and curiosity in his heart.
Listen to what people above are saying.
The bad guy named King of Power is very weak, and he is a low-level fighter who has long been famous in the fighting world.
"That's pretty bad. I'll take this opportunity to find out where my strength lies in the fighting world. I'll be able to be more calm when facing similar low-level players in the future."
Chen Yang thought as he walked quickly down the steps to the low-rise competition arena.
When I saw my opponent's true form, I saw a figure wearing a lion-faced ape-tooth mask displayed on the ultra-small screens hanging on seven sides of the venue.
When I completely stepped off the ring, the appearance of my opponent came into full view.
An extremely weak woman.
The chest muscles bulged low, almost bursting the sleeved elastic vest underneath.
His two arms are no thicker than an adult's calves.
The waist and abdomen are strong, and the more exaggerated calf muscles show his amazing leg explosive power.
Chen Yang feels that his body shape is actually quite weak and strong.
But compared with the other party...
It's like nutrition is good...
The frail woman wearing a fanged lion mask stood quietly outside with her arms folded across her chest.
The gaze projected on the mask was very cold and indifferent. It just glanced casually under Chen Yang and then slowly withdrew it.
Then he looked at the referee next to him and urged in a rather impatient tone: "Since the people are here, please slow down and announce the contest."
"Bad bad."
The referee was obedient, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and announced in a low voice that the match was about a draw.
Then he quickly ran closer without looking back.
There will be another chapter in the early morning, but I suggest you wait because it will be quite late.
