The return of Lu Ping and the others completely changed the situation of the Dianpo Conference. But the real fight that occurred during this process was nothing more than Lu Ping's two punches and Ding Wen's Xuan Lin Li Huo.
In the eyes of people who don't know how to practice, or even low-level practitioners, this is really monotonous. But capable people were shocked by Lu Ping's two punches.
Seeing Hongfei Daoran's first punch, Long Kuang and Liang Zheng on the viewing platform immediately looked at each other.
According to the information they learned, it was Ming Zhipo's punch that Lu Ping killed Zong Zhenghao. At the moment, it seemed that it was this punch.
And after the second punch, they were completely sure of this. but……
"What kind of superpower is this?" Long Wei said. He had asked this question once when he first heard about it. But now, after watching it twice with his own eyes, he still has this problem. He didn't expect an answer, he just expressed his doubts. He couldn't even recognize it when he saw it with his own eyes. Except for Liang Zheng, no one had higher knowledge than him. But Liang Zheng frowned after the first punch, and even deeper after the second punch.
He couldn't see it either, but he didn't act too surprised. He found that he seemed to be a little used to not seeing the abilities displayed by Lu Ping.
"What do you think it looks like?" he asked. He saw that Long Kui couldn't see it as well as him, but maybe he had some guesses?
"If it's just like, there are many." Long Wei said.
"What's the most similar?" Liang Zheng asked.
"What do you think?" Long Wei asked again.
The two of them seemed to be playing a riddle, both of them reluctant to answer. They looked at each other a lot, full of testing, and neither seemed to dare to tell the answer easily.
"Okay, I'll say it." Liang Zheng finally gave in with a look of helplessness, because he saw that the soul power in Long Kuang's eyes was gathering again.
"You have to use the Eye of Command at every turn. Do you want to work so hard?" He didn't forget to curse before he said it.
"I think the most similar thing is Chuanyin." Liang Zheng finally expressed his opinion, and Long Wei. He looked obviously relieved after hearing this answer.
"It seems you feel the same way." Liang Zheng felt relieved after seeing Long Kui's appearance.
"But it can't be a sound transmission." Long Wei said immediately.
"Of course." Liang Zheng also fully agreed with this point. Chuanyin could not have such lethality in any case, precisely because of this huge difference. Therefore, it is a bit ridiculous to say that Lu Ping's punch was like a sound transmission, so the two of them were reluctant to express this unanimous feeling.
Sound transmission is just a little trick to protect the sound transmission with Ming Zhi Po, but Lu Ping's punch has completely turned against the guest. Ming Zhi Po is not escorting the sound at all, but sends it out like the sound himself.
Long Kuan and Liang Zheng each looked thoughtful. But in the end, I couldn't figure out the reason. With their knowledge, they were unable to recognize a superpower. Regardless of the power of the superpower, just the fact that they could not recognize this situation was enough for them to be surprised.
"What are your plans?" Liang Zheng suddenly asked.
"What about you?" Long Wei asked.
The two began to play riddles again, but this time, Liang Zhengke gave Long Wei no chance to force him. It can also be said that this time he does not plan to confess to Long Wei again.
He didn't look into Long Wei's eyes, but stood up.
"Goodbye."
Without any warning, he said goodbye to Long Wei.
"Goodbye." Long Wei didn't feel surprised and said the same. Then after Liang Zheng left the observation deck, he quickly stood up.
"Is there anyone from the hospital supervisor coming?" he suddenly asked.
"No." Personal guard Song Hua leaned forward and answered.
"Oh?" Long Wei was a little surprised. Although there were no real casualties among the inspectors of the Hospital Supervisory Committee, the targets that even their chief inspector could kill were probably not something that these inspectors could solve with their strength in numbers. At present, the hospital supervisory committee has nothing to rely on. It should be the most natural action to seek support from the city lord's palace. However, they actually did not do this at all.
"What did they do?" Long Wei then asked. It is impossible for the hospital supervisory board to just swallow its anger.
"Their president has grown up." Song Hua said.
Chairman of the Chiling District Hospital Supervisory Committee.
If he hadn't mentioned it deliberately, many people would have forgotten that this was the highest talker in the hospital supervisory board. In Chi Ling District, most of the affairs of the Hospital Supervisory Committee can be handled by the two chief inspectors. President? It seems that it has long been an imaginary existence.
But now. Song Hua told Long Wei that the president of the hospital supervisory committee had come out.
The word "come out" is very common, but when used in this situation, it is a bit subtle.
As the supreme commander of Zhiling District. The city lord, Mr. Long Kuang, would not think like many people that the chairman of the Zhiling District Hospital Supervisory Committee is an empty frame. He knew very well how much prestige this empty-headed president had in Zhiling District, and even in the Academy Supervisory Committee system of the entire Xuanjun Empire. Because of this, he was able to live in seclusion and leave all major and minor matters to the two chief inspectors, because he believed in his absolute control over the hospital supervisory committee and had no worries about being ostracized.
And now, he's out.
He has not publicly appeared to handle the affairs of the hospital supervisory committee for an unknown period of time. It's finally out.
It won't work if we don't come out. The hospital supervisory committee has no one available. However, even so, he still did not ask the City Lord's Mansion to intervene.
Is this because he is arrogant or arrogant, or is it that even in this situation, the Hospital Supervisory Committee still does not want to be infiltrated by other forces?
The questions Long Wei asked were very superficial, but there were many things that came to mind.
District 2 is a nameless, secluded alley where not many people come here on weekdays, let alone the heavy rain today.
But at this time, a group of people, wearing the uniforms of the inner city guards, gathered at the entrance of the alley, whispering and looking in, but no one walked in.
Three people in the alley.
To be precise, one dead person and two living people.
The dead man was Zong Zhenghao, one of the chief inspectors of the Chiling District Hospital Supervisory Committee. Most of the time, he almost acted as the dean. But now, like a wild dog, he was killed and thrown into this deserted alley.
The fourth commander, Qi Xing, stood aside silently. Zong Zhenghao's death was no longer too unexpected news for him. Most of his attention was on the person beside him.
This man didn't look too old, and sadness kept flowing out of his eyes as he stared at Zong Zhenghao's corpse.
After watching quietly for a while, he leaned down and checked Zong Zhenghao's injuries, but he soon frowned. He was quite confident in himself, but even he couldn't figure out what kind of power caused such an injury. He noticed Zong Zhenghao's hands, then his shoulders, and then every part of his body, even his hair.
The hurt was so pervasive, it was almost like a sound.
What kind of superpower can control the soul of Ming to such an extent?
The man stood up.
"Let's go," he said.
"Where are you going, President?" Qi Xing answered quickly. Even as a commander, he rarely had the chance to see the President. This was the first time he was working with the President.
"Get back the belongings of our hospital supervisory committee." Kuqi, the president of the hospital supervisory committee of Zhiling District, said.
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I went out before I finished writing, took my computer with me to write, and finally finished it! (To be continued.)
