fifth form

Chapter 600 The Right Way
"Brothers, it's not enough, I haven't seen my opponent yet, they lie down!"

A grand event for sequencers became more and more magical in Song Fengying's live broadcast room.

As a participant, Song Fengying ran all the way, and then ran into the finals.

If Song Fengying did anything, Song Fengying could only knock down a player when he was beating with a gun.

It was originally a serious and real sequencer field battle, but Song Fengying's live broadcast was not half intense, but more like a fun.

This can't help making people feel that I can do it, and it also makes more people believe that this is indeed a low-level crew selection contest.

"But this is obviously a grand event for sequencers!"

"Why is the most rigorous game in the league like this?"

It's not just that family members in many provinces and cities have this idea, the complaints in the old man's mansion are also the same.

"Ren Sheng, how did your student team win?" Luo Tianming exclaimed.

He later realized that Luo Gaogao was also defeated by the team of 'Lie down a large piece', and was even out of the semi-finals by sniping, which made Luo Tianming feel a little bit aggrieved.

"Old Ren, is your student's strength beyond the mark?" Chang Kongluo asked.

"That kid shot my fingers and toes with a gun back then. It's not surprising that he won a bunch of useless people!"

Among all the people, Song Xianzhong was the only one who was not surprised even though Yi Ren had doubts all his life.

Zhang Xuezhou's combat acuity was enough to beat a group of young people. Song Xianzhong felt that people like Zhang Xuezhou and many sequencers were not on the same track at all.

As long as these people are in the same rank as Zhang Xuezhou in the future, these people have no chance of defeating Zhang Xuezhou.

This is a small judgment from his battle with Zhang Xuezhou.

"It's a foregone conclusion, this kid's team is the strongest this year," Song Xianzhong said.

"I don't believe it," Luo Tianming said.

"If you don't believe me, just bet two times," Song Xianzhong shouted.

"How to bet?"

"Whoever loses in the judgment will slap himself a hundred big mouths!"

"Ten big mouthers, I won't participate in one more hit!"

Luo Tianming's bluntness is his bluntness, but he doesn't do things that are too disadvantageous.

The current situation is already [-]-[-]. Zhang Xuezhou's team has an [-]% winning percentage, and he can bet on the remaining [-]% ​​at most.

After thinking about what a hundred big mouths would suffer, Luo Tianming immediately lowered the bet by ten times.

"One hundred big mouths, if you win I will slap myself a hundred, if you lose I will teach you how to strengthen your spirit," Song Xianzhong shouted.

"make a deal!"

Ren Sheng hadn't said a word about spiritual strengthening in the past six months, but Chang Kongluo had been indignant about the matter of spiritual strengthening.

But whether it is Luo Tianming or Song Xianzhong, both of them have extremely high needs for spiritual strengthening.

Luo Tianming got accurate information, while Song Xianzhong really took the benefits.

If they want to prolong their lives, they must go this way, and even go a long way.

It is very difficult for Ren Sheng to teach, and they can only stagger forward at the moment, trying to make a start, and then invite Ren Sheng to give pointers.

Luo Tianming thought about the various links in it, and scolded Song Xianzhong, a guy who would die if he didn't take advantage, in his heart, and then he agreed.

The betting time between the two is not too long.

The champion and runner-up competition of the sequencer event restarted again after just half an hour.

"I'm cheap, I'm outrageous, I shouldn't look down on others, I admit defeat, I..."

The sound of slaps in the face was a real sound, and it also echoed in the room where Ren Sheng was.

"so good!"

Seeing Song Fengying being knocked down and lying on the ground for the live broadcast, until the sound of the team winning "Lie down a large piece" came, Ren Sheng inevitably stood up.

Seeing the alloy window firmly locked on him, Ren Sheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it vigorously, before he had to give up.

"I really want to go outside and have a look!"

Ren Sheng has already lived in the old 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 the old man's mansion locked him, and locked his heart here so he couldn't move.

Ren Sheng put down the visual device in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

The content that had been deduced countless times before reappeared in my mind.

No matter which direction Ren Yi took his life, the spiritual strengthening he guided would lead to a complete collapse.

This is also the main reason why Luo Tianming and others repeatedly made insinuations, but Ren Sheng did not respond.

If a path is wrong, it is impossible for him to use this wrong path as a guide.

"How can I find the right way?"

There are thousands of thoughts in Ren Sheng's mind, and it is difficult to calm down in his heart.

Until he was looking for the combination of spiritual strengthening and realm technique again, two three-legged crows soared into the sky on the dead tree manifested by the realm technique.

Yi Sheng only felt a bright spot in front of his eyes.

He remembered that his eyes were closed, but he clearly saw 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 walks in this direction, he can also see all kinds of high-end houses and research centers built by the big family enclosures in the imperial city.

This feeling is extremely subtle.

When he looked back, he could even see Luo Tianming who was slapping his face while looking towards the direction of his house, Song Xianzhong who was clapping happily, and Chang Kongluo who was shaking his head again and again.

When looking at the residence where he was, Ren Sheng could only see that he was pinching his fingers with his hands, his eyes were drooping, and he seemed to have fallen into a sleep in a sitting position.

"Am I dead?"

Like a floating balloon, Ren Sheng felt that he was floating and blown into the sky.

While overlooking the Louvre Palace and the Imperial City, Ren Sheng continued to drill towards the ruins of the Song family.

If he had died, Ren Sheng hoped that someone would collect the body. If it was an abnormality during cultivation, he needed to find Zhang Xuezhou.

In terms of realm technique, Zhang Xuezhou is the only object that can be discussed at the moment.

But Ren Sheng didn't know if he could be sensed by Zhang Xuezhou and others.

He can feel the continuous expansion of his vision, but he can't see anyone in his life.

At this time, he is like a ghost without form.

He can fly, he can penetrate any solid barrier, he can be said to ignore the power grid and other equipment, he did not trigger any alarms when he passed through, and he never felt any adverse effects.

But after he kept flying and pulling away, Ren Sheng could also feel that there seemed to be a rope binding him, making it difficult for him to extend a long distance.

Even as time passed, the strength of this binding was still increasing, forcing him to retreat slowly.

The ruins of the Song family are close at hand, but it is difficult for Ren Sheng to get in.

"Safe? All right? Xuezhou?"

Ren Sheng can even feel that he is currently like a burning candle, and as the distance from the physical body continues to increase, his brilliance is not only weak but even dimming.

Feeling the tension and pain in the formless body, Ren Sheng let out a loud cry.

But he yelled and no sound came out.

He seems to be very close to something, but there is an unimaginable gully in front of him.

"Perhaps this is something special created by the combination of realm technique and spiritual strengthening. I must be calm, calm..."

Opening up in unfamiliar fields will obviously encounter many unknown problems.

After experiencing a short but free flight and feeling a real crisis, Ren Sheng had to calm down quickly.

With no help to turn to, he had to rely on himself.

"First, I must have a form..."

It is difficult to return to the physical body, and the form formed by spiritual thoughts is illusory and far-fetched. After thinking about it for tens of seconds, Ren Sheng decided to seek the possibility of a form for himself.

(End of this chapter)