Reincarnation: Begins with the life of a black-energy immortal boy

Chapter 42 The Fish is Hooked and Almost Inspired
The scene fell silent, and the panic just now seemed to have disappeared.

"Hahaha, why didn't I think of that? Who is this kid? So funny."

"I saw him so powerful yesterday, why is he so cowardly today?"

"I think what Zhou Ming said makes sense."

"That makes no sense. Do you think it's so easy to learn how to be a horse rider?"

The scene became noisy and the Taoist priest, who was the referee, frowned, and his loud voice overwhelmed everything else.

"The original intention of this competition is to allow the younger generation of the alien world to communicate with each other and increase their knowledge. This ability is the result of hard training, not external assistance, so it is not a violation."

Zhou Ming nodded and ignored the voices on the scene. Instead, he asked, "If this is not considered a foul by him, then as a mechanical engineer, it is also not considered a foul for me to use the mechanical device that I worked so hard to make!"

"It doesn't count either!" the referee nodded.

"That's good!"

Voices with different accents rang out and instantly spread throughout the venue.

The majestic and panic-stricken aura overwhelmed everything, and all those who had a guilty conscience and spoke foul language trembled in their hearts.

"This, what is this?"

"This is a completely opposite feeling from before. What's the reason for this?"

In the venue, Zhou Ming had a mark between his eyebrows, colorful lines passed through his face, and the Qi in his body became abnormally powerful.

With the axe in hand, an eagle and a dog appeared, and an invisible field spread.

"Buzz!"

The shadow of the Bagua mirror suddenly appeared on the ground, and the Bagua sealed space opened.

A mechanical dog as big as a ram jumped out, followed closely by a mechanical falcon with a wingspan of nearly three meters, which spread its wings and flew into the sky.

The hawk and dog made of colorful Qi rushed out at the same time, one was integrated into the mechanical hound and the other was integrated into the mechanical falcon.

The barking of hounds and the sharp cries of falcons sounded almost at the same time, echoing in the field.

Deng Youfu, who was possessed by Liu Kunsheng, originally had his arms crossed over his chest, watching Zhou Ming and the referee complain, treating it as a complete joke.

Even when Zhou Ming transformed, he just raised his eyebrows, not because the opponent's strength increased, but because this method was also a kind of witchcraft.

But when the hawks and dogs came out, their eyes changed.

The pupil constricted, like a line.

His eyes were fixed on the mechanical eagle, and pimples appeared on his skin, and the illusory scales seemed to be about to curl up.

You know, the most common nemesis of snakes is the eagle!
Especially this is not an ordinary eagle.

"Master Erlang!" Liu Kunsheng's voice was a little trembling. Master Erlang, who searched the mountains and conquered demons, was the nemesis of mountain elves like them.

"How can we fight this?" Liu Kunsheng was speechless.

I haven't been out of this place for many years. How could I encounter such bad luck when I go out?

Liu Kunsheng looked at Zhou Ming deeply, then glanced at the eagle with some fear, and the black air dissipated and disappeared.

"Huh?" Deng Youfu was dumbfounded. Looking at Zhou Ming opposite him, his heart trembled at his majestic look.

"Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, don't go, don't go! What will I do if you leave?" Deng Youfu asked hurriedly.

"Stop barking!"

A faint voice came, and Deng Youfu looked up and saw Zhou Ming coming over.

"What you invited is just a mountain elf, a snake spirit that has been there for hundreds or thousands of years. What I invited is Erlang Zhenjun, who searches mountains and conquers demons. Will it not leave and stay to make snake soup?" Zhou Ming looked down at Deng Youfu and said indifferently.

"Admit defeat!"

Deng Youfu's heart trembled slightly. The opponent's aura could be described as mighty as a prison. Even when Master Liu left, he was no match for him and could only raise his hands to admit defeat. "The game is over, Zhou Ming wins!" The referee Taoist priest's voice sounded.

The originally silent scene suddenly became noisy.

"This match is worth watching, with both monsters and gods involved."

"He's an expert, definitely an expert. I think Zhou Ming is no worse than Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing and others!"

"Nonsense, this is like asking a god to help you! I don't think anyone can be his opponent..."

Jin Yong listened to the voices of the people around him, curled his lips, and fixed his eyes on the mechanical hawk-dog that was slowly being retracted.

"What a mysterious structure! Why didn't I think of making an animal puppet?" A voice came into his ears.

"Master, although this beast-like mechanism is unique, I think it is still not as good as Ruhua." Jin Yong shook his head slightly and said.

"Although the autonomy of these two hunting machines is not as good as my Ruhua, they are still excellent in other aspects. I really want to know how they did it?" The voice was a little sighing. He knew the magic of the Shen Ji Bai Lian, which was far beyond ordinary means.

Being able to make a mechanical puppet to this extent definitely does not require ordinary means.

"Check this person. If there is no big problem, then recruit..."

In the venue, Zhou Ming retracted the mechanism and turned to walk out.

As soon as he left the competition venue, his eyes suddenly became stern, and then returned to normal, as if nothing had changed.

Three of them were wearing formal uniforms, one held a microphone, one held a camera, and one stood nearby.

He was standing at the exit, and when he saw me, he came over.

"Hello, we are an interviewee from Yaoxing Society..." The woman among the three came over with a microphone and a smile on her face to interview.

Zhou Ming was in a calm mood. He responded with a few words and turned away.

"This guy is such a loner." The woman muttered a few words and went to interview someone else.

In the dark, another bearded man looked at Zhou Ming's back with a dim gaze.

"He looks very similar to the boy in the photo. After all, three or five years have passed, so it's normal to have changes." The bearded man suddenly laughed.

He walked to a secluded place nearby, took out his cell phone and started making a call.

"Boss, I met the Experimental Subject No. 1. Do you want to send someone to capture him now?"

"Subject No. 1?" The woman's voice sounded, with a slight difference.

"I thought he was dead. Don't act rashly in Tianshi Mansion now, or you'll be in trouble if you reveal your identity.

I have cleared that kid's memory. Nothing can threaten our memory, so there is no need to be so urgent.

Wait until there is a chance, and catch it back after you have made thorough preparations!"

"Yes!" The bearded man nodded.

After hanging up the phone, they walked in another direction. They came here to test a target, and finding Zhou Ming was a complete unexpected gain.

Zhou Ming walked along the path and came to another competition venue.

"You didn't do anything? You don't care about me? No! That's not right. My memory has been cleared. They must think that I have lost all my memories except the last scene of my escape. They are in the dark and I am in the light, so there is no need to be so anxious." Zhou Ming's frown relaxed.

I found a place, sat down, and rubbed the base of my nose, feeling a slight stinging pain.

"It's not the time yet, wait a little longer." Zhou Ming opened his eyes and looked at the game in front of him.

Zhuge Qing versus the Little Vulcan.

That strange layer of space enveloped him again, and Zhou Ming's perception became highly concentrated.

This mystery is deduced in my eyes, and the inspiration that is about to emerge in my heart emerges. It is a very wonderful feeling, a very special inspiration.

(End of this chapter)