Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 530

[Chapter 522 This is a good era for martial arts!]

In the practice of martial arts, after three thousand miles, one needs to condense the true meaning of martial arts, “refining and transforming energy” with the true meaning, and finally transform into the incarnation of martial arts at six thousand miles, which is a road leading to the mysteries of the poor human body.

As the master of martial arts, even if Chen Luo doesn’t refine it himself, the martial arts will give him continuous feedback, but the speed will be slightly slower.

Since coming to Nanhuang, Chen Luo’s practice has also been delayed because there are not many chances to transform back into a human body.

It’s been almost three months, and there is no breakthrough!

Fortunately, the martial arts of the human race are now prosperous, and the power of martial arts feedback is continuous, allowing Chen Luo to finally step out of four thousand miles and enter the stage of five thousand miles.

Chen Luo returned to Liaozhai’s study room, ordered Mastiff Lingling to guard the door, and then released the magical power of the blood body transformation to restore the human race’s true form. At the moment when Chen Luo regained his human form, streaks of colorful aura emerged from Chen Luo’s body, and there seemed to be countless figures in the mist performing martial arts skills, and they all belonged to Chen Luo in the end.

The majestic power surged in Chen Luo’s blood vessels, and a trace of hot feeling spread throughout his body along the meridians. During the refinement of Qi, Chen Luo felt that his physical body was further strengthened.

Chen Luo calmed down, on the six thousand miles of colorful avenue, it seemed that a round of red sun was slowly rising, and his understanding of martial arts turned into rays of light, illuminating the colorful avenue.

On the avenue, the light of martial arts fell from countless walking figures, and the light fell into one after another of the figures. All the walking figures suddenly stopped, and all bowed towards the red sun on the avenue. bye.

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Dong Cang City, Lun Jiange.

A Taoist disciple was attacking the opposing martial artist with the mind-soul mind technique. The warrior dodged in a hurry, but one of them was unable to dodge in time, and was finally hit by a lightning bolt. He pulled out a rope from his hand and quickly wrapped around one corner of the arena. He grabbed the other end of the rope and circled around the entangled corner of the arena. Finally, he fell heavily on the edge of the arena.

The Taoist disciple put away his spells and said with a smile: “Brother Wang, you have lost again!” The

warrior struggled to get up, forced a smile, and said with difficulty: “I…haven’t entered the ring yet, no…it’s not a failure !” The

Taoist disciple frowned slightly, pinched the Fa Jue in his hand, and lightning flashed on his fingers. He said lightly: “Wang Busheng, Wang Busheng, although I admire you, I will not be soft!” As he

spoke, the Taoist disciple waved his hand, and a beam of lightning shot at Wang Busheng. Invincible.

“Here we come, Man Thunder Technique!” Seeing this, everyone present could not help but gasp.

The wild thunder technique is a kind of lightning control technique of the Taoist school. It was comprehended by the Taoist Tianjiao Sadfeng Xiaofeng in an operation to capture wild beasts in Dongcang City. It sacrificed the speed of the Taoist lightning control technique, but increased the lightning method power.

“It’s a pity…” Someone shook his head and sighed, looking at Wang Busheng’s appearance, even though the speed of the Man Thunder Technique was not as fast as the orthodox Lightning Control Technique, Wang Busheng definitely couldn’t dodge it.

This method of throwing thunder is enough for Wang Busheng to recuperate at home for three days.

“Wang Busheng’s talent is still a bit weak. Even if the basic skills are extremely solid, if he can’t master those powerful martial arts, he will still suffer in the battle!”

As the first batch of warriors to enter the city of Dongcang City, Wang Busheng’s name can be regarded as The whole city is famous. Unlike Ji Zhong, Song Wuji, and Adamo, who are the masters of martial arts, Wang Busheng has a different meaning to Dongcang warriors.

Wang Busheng is not a genius in martial arts, he can barely be regarded as an average person. But he was not reconciled to this, and he desperately accepted the tasks of the City Lord’s Mansion time and time again in exchange for points. Then I used the points to ask those brothers and sisters who had comprehended advanced martial arts, and wanted to master an advanced martial arts.

You know, even if he desperately took on the task, the points are actually not high.

And advanced martial arts, even comprehension, is it a matter of one day?

I don’t know where I heard that the comprehension of martial arts is the fastest in the battle, so he began to frequent the Lunjiange.

Someone with good deeds has counted, so far he has fought a total of 266 official battles in the Lunjiange, and he has lost all of them!

But he thought that he just didn’t win, as long as he could stand up and challenge again, he was undefeated!

Someone advised him to find some confident opponents, but he refused. What he wants are those who are similar to his strength, or even higher than him, to be his opponents.

Only such an opponent can force out his potential.

But the price is that one game won’t win!

So, someone named him “Wang Busheng”, and over time, no one remembered his real name.

They only know that there is Ji Zhong in Lunjiange, who has never been defeated; there is a king in Lunjiange, who has never been defeated!

But as he fell down again and again and stood up again and again, the voices of ridicule gradually decreased, and the voices of cheering and cheering also increased.

You can knock me down, but you can’t beat me!

Countless fighters have seen their shadow in Wang Busheng, and they all hope that Wang Busheng can win a victory.

But it is a pity that the natural barrier of strength cannot be made up by blessings. Even if Wang Busheng has already understood all the martial arts, even if Wang Busheng risked his life to try to master it, it is still hard to find a victory.

The matter of Wang Busheng once alarmed the Baizhan Hall. After watching Wang Busheng’s battle, a famous Confucian once commented: “The aptitude is mediocre, and it is difficult to have inspiration.” If the aura doesn’t come, it’s almost the end of the world.

In this regard, Wang Busheng’s answer is: be prepared to work hard and wait for the coming of the inspiration.

At this time, the Man Thunder Art had already hit Wang Busheng, and the scorching electric light slightly bent the broken hair in front of Wang Busheng’s forehead.

“Are you going to lose again?” The warriors around couldn’t help but sighed at the same time.

Among all living beings, how many geniuses can there be?

At this moment, they are all invincible.

Some female warriors even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Wang Busheng being hit hard and falling off the ring.

“Is it still not enough?” Wang Busheng looked at the flickering thunder in front of him, and took a deep breath, “Warrior, never admit defeat!”

He was circulating the red dust energy all over his body, and when he was about to deliver his final blow, he suddenly felt a panic. Shock, he seemed to see a light!

That ray of light was like a red sun, dispelling the haze in his soul sea. For a moment, Wang Busheng felt that his mind and soul were extremely clear, and the martial arts knowledge he had mastered in the past flashed before his eyes like a pair of pictures, and finally condensed into a rainbow, lying across his mind and soul.

“This is…” Wang Busheng’s eyes moved slightly, and as the phantom of the colorful bridge appeared in his mind, a piece of martial arts information also appeared in his mind.

All this is a long time to say, but it is an instant to the outside world.

“I understand!” Wang Busheng had a look of disbelief on his face, he waited for it! He waited until the arrival of the aura!

At this time, the wild thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng’s body. Under the helpless and worried gaze of everyone, Wang Busheng suddenly made a weird posture, and the red dust flowed quickly along with the martial arts, and burst out of his body. A powerful suction.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dazzling barbaric thunder technique disappeared in Wang Busheng’s hand.

“The Dafa of Absorbing Stars?” The little Taoist priest on the opposite side was startled.

“No, it’s not the great method of absorbing stars!” A sharp-eyed martial artist said, “This is the divine art of Beiming!

” After a circle, it was shot out from Wang Busheng’s other hand.

“Wow!”

The Man Thunder Technique that had just disappeared reappeared, but this time it rushed towards the Taoist disciples with piercing electric sounds!

“Using the way of the other, return it to the other!” Someone exclaimed!

“Dou Zhuan Xing Yi! It’s Diu Zhuan Xing Yi!”

At the same time, the Taoist disciple was obviously not prepared enough, so he re-activated the innate purple qi, condensed a lightning technique again, and struck at the incoming barbaric lightning technique. The two lightning techniques collided and a loud noise erupted. After the light passed, the Taoist disciple Dressed in rags, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. He tried to get up, but couldn’t stand up.

Wang Busheng looked at his opponent, sighed, overloaded his martial arts, and finally made him unable to support himself, and fell to the ground.

At this time, Lun Jiange was quiet.

Here, how to judge?

A moment later, a voice came from the Lunjian Pavilion: “This battle is a draw   !

”

Bi Sheng collapsed on the ring, looking at the ceiling of the Lunjiange, with a bitter expression on his face: “Isn’t this a 50-50 high-level martial arts?”   ”

Hey, why is it so difficult to win once?”

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battlefield.

Xiang Jixuan stood on the high platform of Baizhan Hall with his hands behind his back, listening to the cheers coming from everywhere in Dongcang City, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A great Confucianist who has fought many battles walked up to Xiang Jixuan, and said with joy: “The news from the Wuyuan, nearly half of the students have made a breakthrough.”

Xiang Jixuan shook his head: “It’s not just the Wuyuan, listen to The voice of Dongcang City, and the inaudible voices of Daxuan everywhere.”

“The master of martial arts has made a breakthrough, and his luck in martial arts has risen again!”

The hundred-war Confucian nodded: “I really envy this group The martial artist was born in the same era as the master of martial arts.”

Xiang Jixuan nodded: “Yes. When the Holy One was around, how many saints came out, and it was those seventy-two disciples and three thousand disciples who established me The foundation of Confucianism.”

“Now, Chen Luo is doing the same thing!”

“Old man, we are witnessing history!”

The Great Confucianist nodded, and together with Xiang Jixuan raised his eyes to look into the distance, there was a bright red sun, trying to rise towards the middle sky.

Amidst the cheers, Dongcang Wutang’s recitation became more determined and high-spirited-

“The red sun is just rising, and its way is bright. The river flows out and flows into the ocean… The future is like the sea, and the future is long. Beautiful, my young China, I am not old with the sky! I am a young Chinese boy, and I have no borders with my country!”

This chapter pays tribute to the young geniuses who fought for the country in the Winter Olympics and the veterans who refused to admit defeat!

(end of this chapter)