Lingzhang

Chapter 103: Sparks pour hot oil

This is an unprecedented event.

The last person who tried to fight with Dacheng Wufu was Sun Fudao, a noble from a provincial capital.

Even judging from combat records, even those who are recognized as powerful geniuses among the noble families and have the real ability to defeat warriors may not necessarily be able to win in the ring.

The top geniuses have all suffered defeat in such matters more than once.

But at this moment, Yue Hanzhang did it.

Did what those who created the failure had never done.

Even looking at the entire martial arts fight, from the first strike when Yue Hanzhang seized the initiative, he achieved all-round crushing in the three areas of "powerful", "strange" and "restrained".

The continuous punches were like a real dragon tumbling in the vast ocean, performed with great passion from the beginning to the end.

The "height" of such a grand event itself surpassed the base city and even the entire Jichuan County.

It can be said that even if Yue Hanzhang's path of cultivation stopped at this moment, even if the top monsters in a state are counted in the future, Yue Hanzhang's name cannot be avoided, and today's martial arts fight cannot be avoided.

And on this basis, the dragon-shaped martial arts was born.

Plus the essence of Yue Hanzhang’s artistic conception school.

With all these factors added up, Yue Hanzhang's voice suddenly surged to an unprecedented level.

In the illusory picture of the quiet world, the sea of ​​light that was almost as "viscous" as liquid was converging towards Yue Hanzhang madly.

The terrible light pollution made Yue Hanzhang almost unable to see. As a last resort, Yue Hanzhang closed the superimposed illusory vision for just a moment.

But the majestic melody of mechanical roar is already playing at full force in my mind.

With the support of abundant electricity and massive computing power, Yue Hanzhang's tiger-form martial arts began to move towards perfection through refinement and interpretation in almost every breath.

Of course, this inner evolution is difficult for more people to feel.

The real obvious change was that in Yue Hanzhang's slightly heavy breathing, the pulsation of qi and blood gradually began to produce layered "noise".

The three noises were very even and heavy, but there was another one that was very light.

However, as the breathing rate increased, the last noise became heavier in the process.

It was a huge amount of energy being consumed, pushing the fourth strand of qi and blood to flow through Yue Hanzhang's body.

The furnace roared fiercely.

Yue Hanzhang even had to take out the Qi and blood elixir in public to replenish the energy consumed.

This was inconsistent with the prior agreement in the sponsorship contract, but at this moment, in the spectator seats, the person in charge of Zhengyang Company had smiles on his face.

There is no better advertisement than this.

And it was precisely because of Yue Hanzhang's actions that "inspired" me.

In the spectator seats, Sun Fudao, who had been silent for a long time, finally smiled at this moment.

The past defeat was always a hurdle in his heart.

Looking at it now, he may not have really let go of the defeat, but at least he has felt relieved.

It seemed that through Yue Hanzhang's victory, some of the stubbornness and concerns in his heart that were difficult to change were eliminated.

So, almost one step ahead of everyone around him, Sun Fudao turned his head to look beside him and spoke in an unconcealed voice.

“Remember to go find Monk Yue later and tell him that the Black Scale Armor Type VII will be on the market in half a year. The contract can be signed first. The endorsement of this armor will be his!
In addition, I personally promised him a battle blade, and asked him to decide on the style. Similarly, I personally arranged it for him in the state capital."

Clearly, what he promised was something extraordinary.

Almost as soon as Sun Fudao finished speaking, many of the people who came from the provincial government nearby showed expressions of surprise.

There was even a very elderly person in charge who almost screamed out uncontrollably.

"This is an extraordinary battle armor..."

But before that person could say anything else, Sun Fudao's cold eyes had already looked in the direction of the voice.

"What's wrong with the extraordinary battle armor? Is there any taboo in using it on a top demon like him? Or does Mr. Luo think that a top demon who has experienced the battle of proving his name cannot embark on the path of extraordinary cultivation?"

The hat was too big, and Mr. Luo quickly smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Sun, that's not what I meant. This is not... I just looked at his information. He is a student of Qin Linhui..."

If Sun Fudao's eyes were still cold just now, then at this moment, he was really furious.

"That's enough! Although he created the Dragon Form Martial Arts, you should understand that he is a martial artist of the Artistic Realm School!
Luo Xingsong, you’re meddling too much!

Let us put it more clearly!

I know that many people in your provincial capital do not want to see Uncle Tan blaze a brand new path for the monks of all elephants.

Even outside Qizhou, many people think so!

Heh, all the Xiang monks, Xiangxing schools, as long as you are not a dragon-shaped person or someone with unique talents, the rest are just mud legs, and it is best if you stay mud legs forever! You forced Uncle Qin to curl up in this base city almost in a self-trapped posture, wasting decades of time in vain, damn it——"

However, before Sun Fudao could continue to say something, a secret that sounded very extraordinary was revealed.

The admissions teacher who was about to discuss the specific matters of Donghua Taoist Academy with Huang Zhishu suddenly showed anger on his face.

"That's enough of you all!"

Among the lands in the prefecture, the most valuable land today is the Donghuatian family.

During this trip, naturally, the teachers from Donghua Taoist Temple have the most authority.

"Are you spreading all these rumors?!
Luo Xingsong, how come you have become so unstable? Teachers are teachers, students are students, and I am the top genius in Qizhou. Do you think you can implicate me like this?
And you, Sun Fudao, if you keep talking nonsense based on hearsay, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your uncle!
Don’t the Iron Scale Army have military duties? Now that the excitement is over, get out of the base city before dark! "

From the beginning to the end, the voice of the teacher of Donghua Taoist Temple was not necessarily loud, and was even a little low and hoarse, but such a voice seemed to contain some kind of shocking power.

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

It was very obvious that whether it was the resentful look on Sun Fudao's face or the gloom on Luo Xingsheng's face.

All of this shows that the inside story revealed in their verbal argument just now, the fragmentary details about Qin Linhui's deeds, were not pure hearsay.

But unfortunately, the "gossip" that was revealed unintentionally through the quarrel only ended there.

At this moment, countless young men from the aristocratic families of Jichuan County were looking at the burly figure as big as a bear in the corner of the crowd from a distance with a look of curiosity.
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At the same time, in the logistics warehouse of the Education Department.

In the large room where the wounded from various families were originally placed, a strong smell of blood was now spreading.

The several staff members who were originally wearing white coats were now all lying in a pool of blood.

The demonstration screen on the wall was broadcasting this much-anticipated martial arts competition live. At this moment, the scene on the ring had progressed to the point where the chief referee of the Education Department was "taking advantage of the popularity" and was walking up to the ring, grabbing Yue Hanzhang and having a long talk with him.

They are all empty words and nonsense, and they don't sound interesting.

But in the corner of the room, Xu Shijin, who was dismantling several unused nutrient warehouses, was watching with great interest.

"It would be great if I could have such talent and ability, and such brilliant achievements..."

"so good……"

With such emotion, Xu Shijin dismantled the outer shell of the nutrition warehouse.

After prying open the alloy iron sheet wrapping the instrument, the interior of the nutrient tank appeared to be a different world. Glass jars of various sizes, lengths, and thicknesses as fingers were hidden inside the body of the nutrient tank.

When looking closely, there were faint blue flocs suspended in the transparent liquid in the glass jar, and they seemed to have a unique rhythm, with faint light flickering like breathing.

These are all lobotomy potions.

Xu Shijin carefully took out the medicines and placed them in a safe suitcase covered with foam sea surface grid.

Behind him, the open door of the warehouse was facing a chariot. The rear door of the carriage was wide open. Inside, such safe briefcases were already piled full. I don't know how much brain fluid martial arts were stored in them.

At this moment, Xu Shijin's sigh was heard in another corner of the empty warehouse.

The old man in black robe, who was using a crimson talisman pen dipped in blood-ink to draw intricate and eerie seal patterns on the nutrition bins where the wounded were lying, suddenly paused and spoke without raising his head.

"What's good about that? Tianjiao is supposed to be a true dragon, he should be able to soar into the sky and do whatever he wants. But what happens after he wins this battle to prove his reputation?
After paying so much sweat to exchange for talent and ability, one can only stand in front of those noble families and be on equal footing with them.

'Guest of honor from the aristocratic family', how many geniuses and evildoers would mention such words with an appearance of honor, and the aristocratic families were so courteous and humble, and they all looked condescending, as if it was alms.

Is this a real dragon? Is this the situation a real dragon should have?
If a dragon is kept among the insignificant others for a long time, it can be raised into a hyena. Are there not many such examples?
If these people are really "expensive", how come even the animals can't bear it?

If these people are really from the royal family, who can tell me how the Beiting Protectorate disappeared?"

Hearing this, Xu Shijin on the other side remained silent until he sealed the last can of medicine.

"So we are doing the right thing and everything will be fine."

Hearing this, the old man in black robe also paused.

"It will be fine. Right now, the oil is boiling, and it just needs a little spark to enter the oil pan. I will force the Youquan ritual to begin. Boy, take care... take care..."

When the words fell, the old man stopped talking, while on the other side, Xu Shijin seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Finally, he just silently took the last safe and got on the chariot.

At the same time, Xu Shijin raised his hand and grabbed the worn armor bracelet on his other wrist.

In the silence, he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Then he violently pulled off the bracelet.

In an instant, the breathing light began to jump chaotically, and soon, after a few breaths, the light on it completely dimmed.

Then, at the moment the car door closed, the almost shrill roar of the old man in black robe resounded in the warehouse.

"Soul—return—!"

(End of this chapter)