Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 127 Ruins
As everyone was chatting, they talked about the arrival of the Heavenly Stage.

Zhang Xinglie was a cheerful person who drank a lot, and when he heard Tianjie, he slapped his thigh.

"You don't know, when they heard that Tianjie appeared, both Yunhua and Jinjing schools were in an uproar."

"Some people are gnashing their teeth in hatred, wondering why they haven't encountered such a good thing."

"If we allow the new students from Yunhua Jinjing to enter, in two years at most, no, in one year at most, the Dragon Country will have thousands more innates."

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Zhang Xinglie's face was flushed and full of regret.

"However, among us here, there are two people who have gained huge benefits in the Heavenly Stage." Mo Hai looked at Zhou Leng and Rao Mingxian.

"Rao Mingxian, tell me about the Heavenly Stage. Although we are not allowed to publicize it, it should be fine to talk about it in private."

"Yes. As long as it is not about the specific content of the Heavenly Stage Test, you can talk about whatever happened in it."

Everyone urged him so much that Rao Mingxian had to tell them some things, but he didn't tell them the details of the last battle.

After Rao Mingxian finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhou Leng.

"Rao Mingxian has been talking for a long time, but the most powerful person in the Heavenly Rank is Zhou Leng?"

"Brother, the joint master of the Eighteen Schools, to be honest, even if you put him in the top ten martial arts schools, he is also first-rate."

"I never thought that Zhou Leng, who usually keeps quiet, is such a loyal person. Come, let's have a drink to Zhou Leng's courage and loyalty."

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Xinglie placed his left hand on Zhou Leng's shoulder, turned his head to look at Zhou Leng, and felt very relieved.

He sighed: "You finally made it through the long night."

Zhou Leng nodded slightly.

Rao Mingxian showed sympathy and asked, "Was Zhou Leng so miserable before?"

"It's tragic and unimaginable." said Zhang Xinglie.

Rao Mingxian frowned and said, "I've heard about Zhou Leng's case. Logically, his father's pension should be quite a lot, and the state's security has always been very good. He shouldn't have had such a miserable childhood."

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng.

Zhang Xinglie asked: "You really don't know why?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

"What's wrong?" Rao Mingxian asked.

Zhou Leng said slowly: "This incident is very common in our community. If I must say, it's a bit like a joke from hell. The money was used to pay off the mortgage in advance."

Everyone suddenly realized that they had actually heard of such a thing.

It's really a bit hellish when it happens to a child of a few years old.

Rao Mingxian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was not eating meat. He wanted to change the subject, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. He said, "Then it should be fine after the mortgage is paid off. I remember that you seem to live in Yulongwan Community, which looks pretty good."

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie looked at each other, their eyes flashing with strangeness.

"What's wrong?" Rao Mingxian asked.

Zhou Leng said silently: "The developer of our community is Hengda."

Everyone was like "Fuck!" in their hearts. This joke was even more hellish.

The real estate issue from many years ago has not yet been fully resolved and still occasionally makes the news.

People always remember the feast and disaster that happened like a devil passing through.

Leaving ruins in the hearts of countless people.

Rao Mingxian opened his mouth but said nothing more.

Living in a villa, he couldn't understand why other people of his age lived in ruins.

Late at night, everyone walked out of the barbecue restaurant, leaving behind a mess of cups and plates and bottles on the floor.

"Then it's settled. Go to Minghe Martial Arts Hall tomorrow morning and give us some pointers."

Everyone either ran home or took taxis and dispersed.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie were in a residential area, chatting as they walked along the road, enjoying the cool night breeze.

"There is some progress on the Iron Dwarf Tribe. One of my classmates' family is involved in that trade route."

"When he heard that I was his friend, he readily agreed. If he wants to go there, it's just a matter of making a phone call."

"You don't have to pay anything. But you have to pay the escort team a little bit, otherwise it won't be justified."

"By the way, why do you suddenly want to go to the dwarf world?"

Zhang Xinglie was slightly tipsy and his face was rosy.

Zhou Leng was about to answer, but then he remembered that it was the content of Senior Shu's golden book, and it might be taboo to talk about it.

I had no choice but to say, "A senior taught me to do this, but it involves his secrets, so I can't tell you. I can only say that it is related to the identity or title of the dwarfs."

"Yeah." Zhang Xinglie nodded slowly.

Zhou Leng glanced at Zhang Xinglie and said, "Do you have time in the next few days? I suggest you go with me. I can't tell you the details, but it will be of great benefit."

Zhang Xinglie smiled calmly and asked, "How big of a benefit is that?"

Zhou Leng thought about it and said, "It should be no less than the elite training camp."

If you just get the status of a dwarf, the value is not much different from that of an elite training camp. But if you add a giant body, it is a hundred times more valuable than an elite training camp.

"Oh? Really?" Zhang Xinglie's eyes lit up.

"Otherwise why would I risk going there?"

Zhang Xinglie looked ahead, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, when you go, contact me. If I don't have anything important, I will definitely go and take a look. What is the specific goal?"

Zhou Leng said: "Obtain certain privileges of the Iron Dwarves. There is actually no clue yet, but it shouldn't be particularly difficult."

"Interesting..." Zhang Xinglie said.

Zhou Leng took out two leaves from the magic bag and gave one to Zhang Xinglie.

"Today's food and drink are a bit mixed. When you get home, eat a leaf. It's your first time, so you may need to go to the toilet." "The harvest from Shuizhou Magic City? Pretty good." Zhang Xinglie took the leaf, couldn't figure out what it was, and put it in his pocket.

Zhou Leng tore open the leaves and ate them.

Zhou Leng didn't know what this leaf was called, so he temporarily named it "stomach-nourishing leaf".

Zhang Xinglie's eyes swept across Zhou Leng's magic bag. He also had one, but he only rented it for free and it still belonged to Yunhua Wuda.

"You have changed the most in the past few months, even more than Rao Mingxian. For the Heavenly Level Joint Examination, I gave you this sword and sharpened it." Zhang Xinglie said with emotion.

"I have experienced a lot in the past few months."

"What is your biggest gain in the Heavenly Stage?" Zhang Xinglie asked casually.

Zhou Leng thought about it.

"A lot. The most important thing is not about martial arts, but about the spirit."

“When I fight demons with tens of thousands of classmates, the feeling of unity is particularly different.”

"I can't really explain it, but I always feel that this kind of battle experience has a much greater impact on me than the martial arts."

Zhang Xinglie sighed: "I said, you just don't have physical talent, but you have other talents."

He turned his head to look at Zhou Leng and continued.

"I still don't understand what you're talking about. Even though I've been to the Northern Capital Demon City quite often, I've never experienced a large-scale battle."

"Our Xiantian teacher said this."

"He said that in every great war of the human race, every instigator of unity, that is, the fighting spirit of the army, would receive spiritual baptism."

"People who have received this spiritual baptism may seem useless at first glance."

"But the strange thing is, as long as these people don't die, don't betray humanity, and don't do evil, their future achievements will be no less than those with higher talents."

"Our teacher said that the war of civilizations and the war of ascension to the gods require people like this the most."

"People like this are more important than a physical genius like me."

Zhou Leng said: "I have never heard of this."

Zhang Xinglie said seriously: "After listening to your experience and insights, I decided to find an opportunity to join the Demon City Army for training, and then fight bravely to become the fighting spirit of the army and inspire everyone to work together. I feel that this is particularly important."

"As expected of you, your learning ability has always been so terrifying."

"Anything else?" Zhang Xinglie asked.

Facing his close friend of many years, Zhou Leng said everything he could, including the splitting of his mind.

"Ah? You have understood the mind-image splitting?" Zhang Xinglie stopped suddenly and stared at Zhou Leng with wide eyes.

"Yeah..." Zhou Leng didn't expect Zhang Xinglie to react so strongly.

Zhang Xinglie couldn't help laughing and said, "I was right! I'm increasingly suspicious that you have a talent for combat in addition to your willpower. Remember how I always mention the top of our class?"

"remember."

"His name is Tang Heng. After he was promoted to the Life Force Stage, he tried his best to practice the Mind Splitting Technique, but he still has no clue. He occasionally complains to me that the Mind Splitting Technique is difficult to learn. I didn't expect that you learned it first, and you can choose one out of six. He can't even choose one out of two."

"It's all thanks to Tianjie." Zhou Leng said.

"That may not be the case. There are many people who have reached the Heavenly Stage. How many of them can comprehend this high-level combat method like you?"

Zhang Xinglie said this and suddenly turned his head.

There were five words written on the big, bright sign in front.

Minghe Martial Arts Hall.

"Let's go to the martial arts hall. I'll test your mind and spirit. I now suspect that you are no less capable than me in external skills."

Zhang Xinglie continued to speak enthusiastically.

"In terms of sparring, the top 50 freshmen between Yunhua and I are basically 90-100, 9 for me and 1 for them."

"Even though many of my classmates have higher martial arts indexes and rankings than me, they are still far behind in actual combat."

"But, against the top ten freshmen, I was completely at a disadvantage."

"The only reason I lost to them was because of my Chi control. My highest score for Chi control was only around 93."

"Those perverts, all of them got full marks."

Zhang Xinglie finally said nonchalantly: "But I'm not afraid. One day, even without the control of true qi, I can defeat them by myself."

Walking into Minghe Martial Arts Hall, Zhang Xinglie operated the magic watch and said, "I have his stored-value card, which was given as a gift when I won a prize before."

Zhang Xinglie chose a martial arts room and the two walked in.

Zhang Xinglie glanced at the text message and muttered, "It's nearly 50% more expensive. Prices are rising so fast."

This is a medium-sized martial arts room, covering an area of 300 square meters, which is enough for two people to perform.

"Let's take it step by step. Let's start with the most basic strength technique and qi three ratios. How about that?"

Zhang Xinglie took off his shirt on the spot, leaving only his shorts.

He had bronze skin, a figure much taller than Zhou Leng, and a perfect inverted triangle upper body, standing in front like a bull.

"Compare your strength first."

When I was in high school, students often competed in three aspects: strength, skills and qi.

"Come on, let's wrestle first."

The two men did not use any real energy. Instead, they raised their hands facing each other, crossed their hands and clenched them tightly, bent their knees and waist, and held each other's hands as if they were holding on to a wall.

"Go! Push."

The two men bulged their muscles, took lunge steps, and pushed towards each other with all their might.

Suddenly, Zhang Xinglie's whole body was covered with sweat.

Sweat was pouring down like clothes.

A terrifying force burst out, pushing Zhou Leng forward, nearly ten meters away.

(End of this chapter)