"Brothers, you're not strong enough. My opponents are lying down before I even see them!"
A grand gathering of sequencers became increasingly magical in Song Fengying's live broadcast room.
As a participant, Song Fengying ran all the way and then entered the finals.
If Song Fengying did anything, Song Fengying only knocked down one player while fighting with a firearm.
It was originally a serious and real field battle for sequencers, but Song Fengying's live broadcast was not at all intense, but more like having fun.
This can't help but make people think that I can do it, and it also makes more people believe that this is indeed an inferior crew audition.
"But this is obviously a event for sequencers!"
"Why did the most rigorous competition in the league end up like this?"
Not only many provincial and municipal family members have this idea, but also the complaints in the old manor are no different.
"Ren Shengsheng, how did your student team win?" Luo Tianming shouted.
When he found out later, he realized that Luo Gaogao had also been defeated by the team of 'Lie Down a Big Block' and was even sniped out of the semi-finals. This made Luo Tianming a little bit aggrieved.
"Old Ren, is your student's strength beyond your reach?" Changkong Luo asked.
"That kid used a gun to shoot my fingers and toes. It's not surprising that he defeated a bunch of losers!"
Among everyone, even if Ren had doubts all his life, Song Xianzhong was the only one who was not surprised.
Zhang Xuezhou's combat acumen was enough to defeat a group of young people. Song Xianzhong felt that people like Zhang Xuezhou were not on the same track as many sequencers.
As long as these people are in the same class as Zhang Xuezhou in the future, these people have no chance of defeating Zhang Xuezhou.
This is a little judgment based on his battle with Zhang Xuezhou.
"It's a foregone conclusion, this guy's team is the strongest in this session," Song Xianzhong said.
"I don't believe it," Luo Tianming said.
"If you don't believe it, just bet twice," Song Xianzhong shouted.
"How to bet?"
"Whoever loses during the judgment will slap himself a hundred times!"
"Ten big mouths, I won't participate in beating one more!"
Luo Tianming was always tough-talking, but he wouldn't do anything that would cost him too much.
The current situation is already 80-20, Zhang Xuezhou's team has an 8-point winning rate, and he can bet on the remaining 20% at most.
After thinking about what a hundred loudmouths had suffered, Luo Tianming immediately lowered the stakes tenfold.
"A hundred big mouths, if you win I'll slap myself a hundred times, if you lose I'll teach you how to strengthen your spirit," Song Xianzhong shouted.
"make a deal!"
Ren Shengsheng has not said a word about mental strengthening in the past six months, and Chang Kongluo has always been indignant about mental strengthening.
But whether it is Luo Tianming or Song Xianzhong, both of them have extremely high needs for mental strengthening.
Luo Tianming got the accurate information, but Song Xianzhong really benefited.
If they want to extend their lives, they must go this way, and even go very far.
It was difficult to ask Ren Shengsheng to teach them, so they could only stumble forward, try to make a start, and then invite Ren Shengsheng to give them guidance.
Luo Tianming thought about the various aspects involved, and scolded Song Xianzhong in his heart for being a guy who would die if he didn't take advantage, and then he calmed down.
The bet between the two didn't last too long.
The Champions League and Asian competition of the Sequencer Festival was restarted again after just half an hour.
"I'm a bitch, I'm outrageous, I shouldn't look down on others, I admit defeat, I..."
The sound of slaps on the face was a solid sound, and it also echoed in the room where Ren Shengsheng was.
"so good!"
Watching Song Fengying lying on the ground after being knocked down and live broadcasting, until the sound of "Lie down a big piece" came out and the team won, Ren Shengsheng couldn't help but stand up.
Looking at the alloy form that locked him tightly, Ren Sheng reached out and grabbed hard, and then had to give up.
“I really want to go outside and take a look!”
Ren Yisheng had already settled into his old age mansion with peace of mind, but when he saw Zhang Xuezhou and others winning the championship, he also had unspeakable emotions in his heart.
But Mu Nian Mansion locked him up, and also locked his heart here, unable to move.
Ren Shengsheng put down the visual device in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.
Content that has been deduced countless times before appears again in my mind.
No matter which direction Ren Sheng deduces, the spiritual strengthening he leads leads to complete collapse.
This is also the main reason why Luo Tianming and others have repeatedly made insinuations, but Ren Shengsheng has not responded.
If a path is wrong, he cannot use this wrong path as a guide.
"How can I find the right path?"
There are thousands of thoughts in Ren Sheng's mind, and it is difficult to calm down in his heart.
Until he once again looked for spiritual strengthening and the combination of realm art, two three-legged crows rose into the sky on the dead tree where the realm art was manifested.
Ren Shengsheng only saw a bright light in front of his eyes.
He remembered that his eyes were closed, but he could clearly see the twilight mansion that bound him, as well as the blue sky and white clouds.
He even saw the exterior of the Louvre Palace.
If he walked in this direction, he could also see various high-end houses and research centers built by major families in the Imperial City District.
This feeling is extremely subtle.
When he looked back, he could even see Luo Tianming slapping him while looking towards the direction of his house, Song Xianzhong clapping his hands happily, and Changkong Luo shaking his head repeatedly.
When he looked at his residence, Ren Sheng could only see his hands pinching his fingers, his eyes lowered, as if he had fallen asleep in a sitting position.
"Am I dead?"
Like a floating balloon, Ren Shengsheng felt like he was being blown upward into the sky.
While overlooking the Louvre Palace and the Imperial City, Ren Sheng kept digging towards the ruins of the Song family.
If he had died, Ren Shengsheng hoped that someone would collect the body. If it was an abnormality that occurred during cultivation, he would need to find Zhang Xuezhou.
In terms of realm art, Zhang Xuezhou is the only subject that can be discussed at the moment.
But Ren Shengsheng didn't know whether he could be sensed by Zhang Xuezhou and others.
He can feel the constant expansion of his vision, but he can't see anyone in his life.
At this time, he was like a formless ghost.
He can fly, he can penetrate any solid obstruction, he ignores power grids and other equipment, and does not trigger any alarms when passing through, nor does he feel any adverse effects.
But as he kept flying and zooming out, Ren Sheng could feel that there seemed to be a rope binding him, making it difficult for him to extend too far.
Even as time went by, the strength of this binding was still increasing, forcing him to slowly retreat.
The ruins of the Song family are close at hand, but it is difficult for Ren Sheng to get into them.
"An Ran? Are you okay? Xuezhou?"
Ren Shengsheng could even feel that he seemed to be like a burning candle at the moment. As the distance from his physical body continued to increase, his brilliance was not only weak but even fading.
Feeling the tightness and pain in his formless body, Ren Sheng shouted.
But his shouting made no sound.
He seemed to be very close to something, but there was an unimaginable ravine in front of him.
"Perhaps this is special due to the combination of realm magic and spiritual strengthening. I must be calm, calm..."
Pioneering in an unfamiliar territory will obviously encounter many unknown problems.
After experiencing a brief but free flight and feeling a real crisis, Ren Sheng had to calm down quickly.
With no recourse, he must rely on himself.
"First, I must have a form..."
It was difficult to return to the physical body, and the body formed by spiritual thoughts was illusory and unrealistic. After Ren Sheng thought about it for dozens of seconds, he decided to seek the possibility of a physical body for himself.
(End of chapter)
