Wang Luo was at the back of the queue, so he simply didn't have much to do in front of him, so he found a seat to watch the show and sat down.
Not long after waiting for the competition to begin, Wang Luo was patted on the back.
Wang Luo turned around and stared at Lin Huazhi, a little surprised.
"Awesome! Twenty-one!" Lin Huazhi said with a smile.
Wang Luo waved his hands repeatedly: "You are still awesome, you are eleven."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not." Wang Luo leaned back and changed into a more comfortable position.
"Generally after saying this, it is definitely inappropriate to ask, but you can just ask."
"Are you from the Heyang Kingdom or the Yanyun Dynasty?" Wang Luo asked doubtfully.
"Is this important?"
Wang Luo shook his head: "That's right, it's not important."
"Then I'll give you a chance to ask again." Lin Huazhi paused and said.
"Okay, there is one more question. Why are you following me so hauntingly?" Wang Luo said.
After Wang Luo finished speaking, Lin Huazhi stood up suddenly from a squatting position, staring at Wang Luo, his chest rising and falling: "Wang Luo, you are so shameless!"
Wang Luo was also confused by Lin Huazhi's words, and said hesitantly: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious, otherwise I would see you wherever I go."
"Wang Luo, you really think that I have been following you, right? You are still following you, huffing and puffing, and you are the one who will really embarrass me if you tell me." Lin Huazhi was so angry that his mind was already a little numb, and he felt that now
He had the urge to beat Wang Luo up.
"If you don't have it, then you don't have it. Why are you so angry? Women are easy to be happy but not angry, otherwise you won't be able to find a good family in the future, and even the matchmaker won't be from your family." Wang Luo murmured again calmly.
"Son of a bitch!!!" Lin Huazhi roared and punched him.
"Hey,,, I'm so angry." Wang Luo turned around and hid directly.
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you,,," Lin Huazhi walked away angrily.
Taking advantage of the still time, Wang Luo closed his eyes and quickly adjusted his Qi, still trying to reconcile the two Qi.
If it is really because you did not kowtow for a complete period, then you will get into a fight and your own energy will go wrong in the middle, then the gain will outweigh the loss.
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In Qianqing Town, Zhao Qianshu opened his eyes angrily. Apart from the pain, he felt nothing else all over his body. The memory was still about being beaten unconscious a few days ago. Zhao Qianshu looked out the window.
It's afternoon.
Zhao Qianshu shouted Wang Luo's name several times at the top of his lungs, but no one answered. He called Zhu Yelang and Bai Ye one after another, but neither of them was there.
At this time, the waiter outside the corridor trotted over: "Sir, several of your friends have already gone up the mountain. Today is the last day of competition for the Tai'an Sect. The results will be out soon."
After Zhao Qianshu heard this, he covered his head. It turned out that he had been asleep for so long.
"No, no, no, I have to pack up quickly and go up the mountain to cheer for the boss, otherwise those bastards on the mountain will think that my boss is gone. No, no, no," Zhao Qianshu muttered, and quickly got out of bed and started to put on clothes.
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The moment Zhao Qianshu's feet touched the ground, his whole head was buzzing.
He kept twitching his right eyelid.
The left eye will bring wealth, and the right eye will bring disaster.
Zhao Qianshu shook his head repeatedly: "Bah, bah, bah,,, it's bad luck, bad luck."
There is only one road leading up to Tai'an Zong, and ordinary people are not allowed to ride up the mountain in sedan chairs.
Zhao Qianshu, who was sick, stepped out of the inn resolutely when he was about to collapse.
On the road leading to Tai'an Sect, there was a man limping up the mountain with a cane.
There are endless steps in front of you, which are far away.
He walked for a while, rested for a while, and looked south from time to time.
For some reason, Zhao Qianshu suddenly felt a little homesick today.
Wang Luo was the penultimate group in this game, before Wang Luo came on the field.
Ye Liantian, He Wuhong, and Bai Ye are basically invincible. They only need one stick of incense to end the battle.
Some of those who did not draw these three people in the lottery were secretly grateful, knowing that as long as they did not encounter them, they would have the opportunity to take a step forward.
In addition to He Wuhong, Wang Luo also paid special attention to the other two people.
Ye Liantian is indeed related to the legendary Tianmai.
There wasn't any bells and whistles when he came on stage, he just raised his sword and his opponent fell instantly.
This Tai'an Sect seems to have a ban on everyone's weapons. In Dawu Square, it seems that it will not cause harm to everyone's life.
This seems to be related to the Tai'an Sect's grand formation.
Bai Ye surprised Wang Luo even more. His opponent also came from a high-surname family in Datian Continent.
Both were in the same realm as Haku Ye, but during the battle, he couldn't even touch Haku Ye's limbs.
Bai Ye's way lies in the supremacy of the word "wild".
There are all kinds of moves that you can't imagine, and the opponent Gao Xing is caught off guard.
If Zhao Qianshu had been present, he would definitely have figured it out.
It's like every time I go out drinking with Bai Ye.
Although Bai Ye was the one who got drunk in the end, there were many girls accompanying him who were almost drunk.
Because Baiye is a guerrilla, he can stretch the battle line very long, and his timing is also very accurate.
If a man can make a girl drunk, it means he has a good-looking body, or the girl really wants to get drunk.
But if a man can make a group of girls almost drunk, it proves that this man does have some abilities.
Bai Ye belongs to this type of person.
Unlike Zhao Qianshu, when he comes on the court, he directly engages his opponents without any excessive scheming.
But the wine bar is not a battlefield.
It’s true that Bai Ye is not very good at drinking, and Bai Ye’s ability to drink half a pound of wine is small.
Wang Luo was overwhelmed with thoughts. If he met these three people from the beginning, how would he deal with them?
Now Wang Luo's weakness lies basically in his realm.
Before absolute strength, any struggle is in vain.
This is compared to why Zhu Yelang is not He Wuhong's opponent at all?
Is it really that Zhu Yelang's moves are not powerful enough? Or is his mental state not tempered enough? Neither is right. The real reason is that He Wuhong's own realm is between the Bigu and Qiankun realms.
Wang Luo also thought about it very carefully and found that He Wuhong's path was not the so-called steady step by step at all.
His way consists in a transcendence.
The reason why I work so hard in every situation is that even if I seize so many opportunities, I still refuse to break the path.
That is to create an illusion.
In front of outsiders, although the level is not very different.
This is something that has been neglected based on the state of mind. Once a person like He Wuhong who "transcends" the Tao seizes the opportunity.
Then it will be destroyed instantly.
The failure of the embankment does not lie in the size of the mouth, but in the existence of the mouth.
This is no wonder why I practice Buddhism.
Some Tao cannot be known to outsiders.
In many families who keep their surname secret.
There are even special formations, elixirs, and exercises specifically designed to cover up one's own path.
Tao is the first secret weapon on the road to spiritual practice.
So there is a saying about the path of spiritual practice.
Two realms and one heaven! Knocking on the Tao is like all the heavens! All phenomena are endless!
How can the scenery seen by people on the mountain and the scenery seen by people at the bottom of the mountain be the same?
Wang Luo's thoughts flew by when his own name sounded from the stage.
"Next game, King No. 18 will fall!"
Zhang Xi announced on the stage.
Wang Luo's opponent is named Lu Ji, Lu from the mainland, and Xuanji from the Ji.
He was a person from Yunzhongzhou in the Yanyun Dynasty.
Lu Jisheng's uprightness was full of bookishness.
When he came up, he bowed and kowtowed to Wang Luo in a decent manner.
Wang Luo smiled and wanted to return the favor, but he was not good at it, so he had to give up and see what the other party would do.
Lu Ji stood up and stared at Wang Luo up and down: "Brother, you have some temperament."
Wang Luo shook his head: "Brother, you are so complimentary."
"My Majesty, Lu Ji, Yunzhongzhou, Yanyun Dynasty, I am very happy to meet my brother, but I will offend you soon."
Wang Luo was just trying to be polite.
But a burst of laughter came from the audience: "Hurry up, you two are singing on the stage? Just wait for you two groups to compete for the top ten. I have bet a lot of Mr. Ye, wait.
It’s time to read the book.”
Wang Luo was speechless, but he saw a strong wind blowing in front of him.
Lu Ji had already handed over his fist, and Wang Luo felt irritated. How about saying a word about it?
Wang Luo was not idle either, he pulled back his right arm like thunder.
One punch at a time.
The two fists faced each other. The moment they met, Wang Luo's expression changed slightly. After a moment of surprise, he calmed down again. How could this Lu Ji be so naturally powerful? And his realm was completely beyond the reach of Wang Luo.
When it comes, let alone talking about it.
If you don't even know a person's trump card, then this proves that you are in absolute danger.
Lu Ji, who faced off head-on from the start, got the upper hand with one punch and quickly retreated.
Then he threw punches quickly, forcing Wang Luo to have no time to dodge and could only block with his fists.
But Lu Ji's fist was upright and did not give Wang Luo any chance to counterattack.
Wang Luo had no choice but to receive a hundred punches, and taking advantage of his small world, he quickly found a position to dodge, and was a hundred steps away from Lu Ji.
After Wang fell to a safe distance, his entire right arm was numb and sore. He slowly lowered it, and his right arm began to tremble unnaturally.
There is someone in the audience who comes from the same place as Lu Ji, Yunzhongzhou.
"I really can't tell how this Lu Ji has the slightest trace of a scholar's family background. All these punches are aimed at the opponent's life. Is this the same guy who was going to be the top scholar back then?"
At that time, Lu Ji held a book in his hometown all day long, reading on the fields, on the backs of cows, and even reading when he went to the toilet.
Later, I heard someone said that there was no high school since I went to Beijing, so I had no choice but to return to my hometown.
Unexpectedly, there has been no news in the past few years, but he has found a new path and followed the path of spiritual practice. Now he is so powerful?
No wonder a saint once said that concentration is definitely a good thing.
The two people, a hundred steps away, collided with each other again.
This time Wang Luo learned his lesson and directly abandoned his own way and his own length. Fighting with strength is not a reasonable method at present.
Wang Luo learned more from Zhu Yelang's Tao.
Use gentleness to pull away first, so that at least you won't be at a complete disadvantage, and it can also consume a little of the opponent's energy. The worst thing you can do is replace it.
The moment Wang Luo received the fist, Wang Luo instantly turned his fist into a palm.
Avoid the edge, and then cleverly use force to launch.
Lu Ji frowned, and after being pushed away, he leaned back and punched on the spot, before releasing his palm.
Yes, Lu Ji no longer used a hard fist, but quickly transformed into a fist like Wang Luo's.
Zhang Xi's eyes were full of light on the stage: "Good guy, this Lu Ji has some foundation, but his way is to steal other people's ways. On the battlefield, whatever other people's strengths are, they can be transformed into something."
"Senior brother, this disciple is not bad." Qiu An responded.
"What, you want to grab something from me again?"
Qiu An smiled awkwardly: "Senior brother, this is a foreign matter. What does arrest mean? I just saw a disciple with good qualifications and couldn't help but want to accept him as a disciple."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then looked at the training ground.
Wang Luo was shocked. This land machine was too tricky. Whatever route he took, he would follow it. Wang Luo felt like he was under a spell at this moment.
For a hundred breaths, everyone is at a disadvantage.
The moment Wang Luo switched to the "straight" path, the two fists collided with each other.
Almost the moment the two collided and separated, they both kicked each other at the same time.
Wang Luo and Lu Ji flew out at the same time and fell hard to the floor.
This is not just soil, and it will definitely hurt if you hit it.
After Lu Ji fell down, there was no pause.
Wang Luo was still struggling there, breathing heavily.
Lu Ji punched again.
Wang Luo Xindao is really a madman.
For those who know Lu Ji, what Wang Luo just said is absolutely correct.
Yes, Lu Ji is a complete lunatic.
At that time, Lu Ji could go without eating or drinking a sip of water for three days in order to obtain academic status.
If you can't memorize the "Three Character Classic", then use a copy machine and write every word ten thousand times.
Lu Ji's entire study room was filled with a thick stack of notes.
Practicing boxing is also general. If one punch doesn't work, then use two punches. If two punches don't work, then thousands will do.
Lu Ji firmly believes that only by practicing more can he deliver a punch with greater power.
This aspect seems very similar to Wang Luo.
Facing another attack from the landing plane, Wang Luo's mind was almost completely blank.
He looked above the trial field, as if looking for someone.
However, he didn't see the person he was looking for, but he saw Lin Huazhi.
He stood out unusually among the crowd, looking towards him with a solemn face.
Seeing Wang Luo looking at her, Lin Huazhi quickly lowered her head.
The wind came and punched Wang Luo on the forehead.
There is more white space.
Wang Luo leaned back and flew out.
His head hit the floor hard.
Wang Luo stood up and turned sideways, leaving no chance for Lu Ji to attack again.
Wang Luo stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on his head casually.