Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 82: Feng Shayan was beaten into autism
In the square, there are four large screens.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged on the ground in a very ungraceful manner.

He munched on the bread he had bought from a nearby stall, occasionally putting a few candies into his mouth and chewing them.

Energy doesn't come from nowhere.

If there is no way to ensure the supply of external energy, refining Qi is actually very harmful to the body.

"You are here."

Feng Yaya squeezed out of the crowd and her eyes lit up when she saw Mo Yu.

Mo Yu bit the bread without saying a word, grabbed a handful of chocolate candies from the plastic bag and handed them to Feng Yaya, but his eyes were always moving between the four screens.

The Qi-controlling power he secretly learned from Jia Zhengliang brought him sweet rewards.

Mo Yu planned to look for some Qi that was suitable for him to learn, or to see if he could gain some useful inspiration from watching other people's battles.

Feng Yaya was not surprised and took a candy from his hand and put it in her mouth.

"My father said he wanted to treat you to a meal to thank you for showing mercy to my sister, and also asked my brother to use his ability to help you heal your injuries."

"Okay, remember to ask President Feng to prepare more solid dishes."

Mo Yu wanted to refuse, but when he heard that he could help treat his injuries, he immediately nodded and agreed.

There was no way. Although he graduated from a medical university, Mo Yu really didn't have any good treatment skills.

Although Feng Shayan's punches are not fatal, it doesn't mean that they don't hurt.

It also doesn't mean that Mo Yu would not get hurt if he removed his Qi defense and took dozens of punches in an unprepared posture.

Although most of them tried their best to lose their strength, Mo Yu could not increase his speed without the support of Qi, and there would always be punches that he would not have time to lose his strength.

Although the injury is not serious, it will definitely affect his game tomorrow.

"Okay, then I'll go back and tell my dad."

Feng Yaya grabbed two more candies from Mo Yu's hand and skipped through the crowd.

At this moment, the second round of fighting has passed the initial tentative stage.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Lu Linglong, who had won easily, and Senior Brother Wang Ye, who was too familiar to him, and fixed his eyes on the third screen.

Deyun Club’s Xiao Xiao vs. Quanzhen Longmen’s Huang Ming!

Speaking of Wudang, where Mo Yu is currently, strictly speaking, it also belongs to the Quanzhen Sect.

However, because the founder of the sect was very powerful, the Wudang Sect still developed its own characteristics.

The Quanzhen Longmen School was founded by Qiu Chuji, a disciple of Wang Chongyang, and follows the most orthodox path of dual cultivation of body and soul.

And from the whispers of the people around, one of them knows that the two breaths of "Heng Ha" can blow away a person's soul, and the other one is more likely to have mastered the legendary Chu Yang Shen.

This aroused Mo Yu's interest. Since the other three were quite boring, he stood up and walked towards the third arena.

After all, he couldn't see it with his own eyes or feel the breath of Qi up close, so Mo Yu had no way of breaking down other people's Qi.
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In a small courtyard on Longhu Mountain.

Feng Xingtong controlled Wang Zizhong's spirit and treated the injuries for his sister Feng Shayan.

In fact, there was nothing to do. Feng Shayan was dodging with her space-time ability most of the time, and the final fatal blow was deliberately deflected by Mo Yu.

Feng Xingtong was just combing her meridians to treat the backlash from pushing her abilities to the limit-breaking level.

"All right."

Feng Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief and retracted his ability.

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Feng Shayan lay on the single bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

This battle was different from all her previous battles. Not only was she being led by the nose in a normal battle, but when the opponent was serious, her fists were like waste and she couldn't hit him even with space travel.

Feng Shayan had never felt so aggrieved before, even when facing Feng Baobao, the person she hated the most.

But Feng Baobao's health bar is just too long and his skin is too thick, so the fight is still very interactive.

But when fighting with Mo Yu, Chun Chun is just a puppet.

Every step you take is within the other party's expectations.

No combat experience!

Feng Xingtong looked at his sister, whose heart was broken, and scratched his head in frustration. "Winning and losing are common in the military, sister, don't take it too seriously."

"Isn't it just a beating? Look at me, your brother. I was so scared by Feng Baobao that I didn't even dare to fight back. I almost peed my pants. It's not a big deal."

Feng Xingtong's funny self-deprecation made Feng Shayan smile, and her pale face seemed to regain some color.

"Hehe, I'm fine, don't worry about me, it's just that I can't accept it for a while."

Feng Shayan smiled for a while and then closed her eyes. The warmth of her family healed her heart a lot.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind couldn't help but recall the fear of being dominated by Mo Yu's inhuman reaction speed.

'How the hell did this guy do that?!'

The silver teeth made a crunching sound, and the popularity that had just recovered suddenly disappeared again.

Feng Xingtong looked at her sister's appearance and helplessly summoned Wang Zizhong's spirit again, using acupuncture with golden needles to force Feng Shayan to calm down.

"The demonic sound may still be affecting your mind. I can only wait until lunchtime to ask Mo Yu how to remove it."

"Eat? Mo Yu?"

Feng Shayan frowned and looked at Feng Xingtong in confusion.

"Yes, Dad asked Yaya to invite Mo Yu, saying that he wanted to thank him for sparing my sister..."

Feng Xingtong didn't think twice before speaking, and only after he finished speaking did he suddenly realize that he was just rubbing salt into his sister's wounds.

As expected, Feng Shayan's expression became even uglier.

Fine, fine, I was hung up and beaten, but my dad still invited the other party to a dinner to thank Mo Yu, that inhuman beast!
What's even more outrageous is that if Feng Shayan guessed correctly, given her father Feng Zhenghao's usual style...
Maybe she will have to join us at the table!
Thinking of this, Feng Shayan clenched her fists so hard that they made a crackling sound.

Then he reluctantly let go.

She stared quietly at the wooden ceiling in the house. Wasn't her father Feng Zhenghao's character always like this?

The love for children is truly unconditional, giving them everything they can, both materially and spiritually.

But in terms of values, Feng Zhenghao, who firmly believes that interests are paramount, will make many decisions that make his children feel very uncomfortable.

It was even because of this that Feng Zhenghao, who originally had five children, now only has three left: Feng Shayan, Feng Xingtong, and Feng Yaya. Another son and daughter were forced to run away from home.

"sister"

Feng Xingtong looked at her sister with embarrassment, who looked as if she had lost hope in life.

"Go out first and leave me alone."

Feng Shayan waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to talk anymore.

"Then you should have a good rest, and call me if you need anything."

Feng Xingtong didn't dare to say anything else, fearing that his mouth would accidentally touch the minefield again, so he turned around and left the hut.

In the living room, Feng Zhenghao was staring at a document on his laptop. Seeing Feng Xingtong coming out, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"How is it, is your sister okay?"

Feng Xingtong pursed her lips.

He wanted to tell a lie so that his sister wouldn't have to attend the lunch, but under his father's gaze, he silently swallowed the lie that was about to come out of his mouth.

"Sister, I'm fine. I just overused my abilities. I'll be able to recover even if I don't get treatment and rest for a few days."

"Ah That's good."

Feng Zhenghao nodded and pushed the laptop towards him: "This is Mo Yu's information, you can take a look at it too."

Feng Xingtong studied it carefully and obediently.

"What do you think?"

Feng Zhenghao put down the teacup and looked at his son.

"Uh" Feng Xingtong scratched his head and gave an awkward smile.

It was obvious that even though he had read the document very carefully, he couldn't see anything at all.

Feng Zhenghao's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and he was very distressed about his silly son.

I was the one who brought him up since he was a child, so how come he didn't inherit his cunning and shrewd wisdom?

(End of this chapter)