Final Priesthood

Chapter 192 Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League

Weishan, Linghexuan.

 Two figures were fighting in the huge martial arts arena.

One of the legs is sharp, as light and quick as a crane.

But all her offensives had almost no impact on the opponents in front of her.

 The latter was strolling in a garden, easily blocking all her attacks.

In the end, he even moved and brought in a majestic middle-aged man who was standing on the sidelines watching.

 The duel between the two turned into a two-on-one melee.

 The **** flashed rapidly like a spotlight, and the sound of the fists and feet colliding was as crisp as firecrackers.

Liu Daoyuan, who has white hair and a white beard, and long eyebrows hanging down his cheeks like a whisk, is holding a snow-white and delicate teacup and sitting on the Taishi chair.

 He raised his eyelids and glanced at the battle group in front of him, and then coughed lightly.

Liu Si, who was standing aside, nodded respectfully, then moved and rushed into the battle group below.

 The melee between three people turned into four people, and the three people simultaneously surrounded the figure in the middle.

 After a few breaths, a blazing bright yellow light suddenly flashed through the center of the battle group.

 “Boom!”

 A terrifying force exploded, an invisible aura spread, and the three figures were all blown away.

 This is also the moment.

Liu Daoyuan was sitting on the Taishi chair and took a slow sip of tea. The tea cup in his hand exploded instantly.

Following that, the whole person suddenly rushed out and rushed towards the center of the battlefield at a ghostly speed.

 “Bang!”

There was a huge muffled sound, and invisible air waves spread out.

 The green brick floor of the Dawu Dojo was shattered to an unknown extent, earth and rocks flew up, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

 Wait until the smoke slowly dissipates.

 The faces of the three people who were knocked back on the sidelines were all moved, even showing shock and disbelief.

 In the center of the battle group, I saw an old man and a young man, one standing in the air and the other standing.

They were quietly holding their fists against each other.

In a trance, the three of them seemed to see two huge white cranes with their wings spread out, facing each other **** for tat.

 “Really mean it?!”

Zhuang Xiujie’s eyes were stunned, and she murmured in disbelief: “Senior Brother, has he understood the true meaning?”

Zhao Qiancheng next to him had an expressionless face, but his pupils seemed to be experiencing an earthquake.

Liu Si smiled and said nothing, waiting humbly to stand.

 “Okay, okay!”

 The frozen scene was interrupted by Liu Daoyuan's long laugh after a moment.

Liu Daoyuan jumped back to the original Grand Master's chair like a wind, and Liu Si quickly handed over the tea that had been brewed.

"You guys go down first, Xiaoyuan and I will have a few words alone."

Liu Daoyuan gently scraped the floating leaves in the cup with the lid of the tea cup and said calmly without raising his head.

"yes."

Zhuang Xiujie and Zhao Qiancheng agreed, taking one last look at the young man standing quietly in the field, and left the martial arts field with Liu Si with a heart full of shock and excitement.

 The three of them left.

Liu Daoyuan, who originally looked like an old god, dropped the tea cup in his hand without saying a word, and rushed to Lu Yuan's side with a "swish".

The bionic mechanical arm patted Lu Yuan's shoulder vigorously, and blue light flashed out of his two electronic eyes.

 “Okay, okay! Okay, okay!”

Liu Daoyuan’s old face almost turned into a flower when he smiled.

“I didn’t expect you to understand the true meaning so quickly.

really not bad! I didn’t misjudge you at all.”

Lu Yuan saw that Lao Liu was so happy and felt quite comfortable in his heart, and he just wanted to speak.

Liu Daoyuan has changed the topic and said sadly: "According to your cultivation progress, it will take less than two years to reach the top of the true realm.

 Becoming a master within five years is not a luxury.

 When the time comes, I will take you back to the Snake Sect and destroy them all! Kill him and leave nothing behind! "

ˆ “.”

“Okay, okay, let’s talk about these things later.”

Liu Daoyuan looked at Lu Yuan with a smile and said, "Let me talk to you about something serious first."

Lu Yuanyuan, Liu Daoyuan's expression gradually faded, and his expression became serious at the same time.

 “Teacher, tell me.”

Liu Daoyuan led Lu Yuan to the rest area nearby, and said as he walked: "Next month, the Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League will start, and I hope you can participate.

It can be regarded as the first shot for our Tianshuihuihe faction to return to the world."

Lu Yuan frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed and nodded: "Okay."

Liu Daoyuan glanced at him and said casually: "I know you look down on this game.

But the time you have practiced martial arts is short after all. Although your strength has grown rapidly, your actual combat experience is much worse than those who have practiced martial arts for decades.

Participating in more competitions like this will be good for your accumulation.”

"Um."

Lu Yuan responded casually.

Liu Daoyuan thought for a while and then continued: "There is no age limit in the Southern Hundred Cities League. Some shameless faction leaders will also end up, and not all of them are rookies.

And this game is the next ticket to enter Wu Sheng Island.

Penglai is a piece of shit, but there are a lot of good things in Penglai Pavilion, where the true essence of the entire old-era martial arts is gathered.

 If you have a chance to get in, you must try to get in. "

Lu Yuan's eyes moved slightly. Counting You Long, this was the second person to say similar words to him.

 “I understand, teacher.”

 “Lastly”

Liu Daoyuan paused and said, "This is also a very crucial point for you.

Ba Quanmen will also participate in this competition.

Your Tiangang Hegemony still lacks the inheritance of Ba Fist Sect and Tianji Sect.

Take this opportunity to take down this part of Ba Fist Sect first, leaving Tianji Sect behind, and then think of a solution when you get to Wu Sheng Island. "

 Lu Yuan’s heart moved when he heard the name Ba Fist Sect.

Liu Daoyuan didn’t know that he had already obtained the inheritance of Tianji Sect in Huang Xiong, and he was probably on the way to express it now. As long as the inheritance of the Ba Fist Sect is obtained, he will gather Tiangang Ba Ti, the legendary master of the first magical skill in the ancient martial arts world!

 “Teacher, what should I do then?”

 Lu Yuan asked Liu Daoyuan curiously.

Liu Daoyuan said lightly: "Don't worry, just compete with peace of mind.

 I will help you get it done then.

 This aspect, your teacher and I are professional. Haha”

 After speaking, his face showed the kind of sinister sneer usually used by villains on TV, as if he had thought of some "dangerous plan", and the blue light flashed in his two electronic eyes.

　　 Lu Yuan: "."

 Lao Liu's care is so heavy.

Liu Daoyuan led Lu Yuan around to the back of the martial arts field. This was the bamboo forest where Lu Yuan became his apprentice.

 It is also the place where Liu Daoyuan usually drinks tea to nourish his mind.

The two of them talked while walking. Liu Daoyuan mostly talked to him, bragging about his youthful skills, and occasionally asking him if he had encountered any problems in practice.

While chatting, Liu Daoyuan suddenly said something coldly.

“How is that guy Lao Liu doing lately?

His daughter’s illness has not been cured yet? "

Lu Yuan was startled when he heard this, and quickly realized that Liu Daoyuan was talking about Lin Zhiqin.

He paused and replied honestly: "He has been to Chabon for almost two months, and it seems he hasn't come back yet."

Liu Daoyuan stood by the pond in the bamboo forest, looking at the carp swimming in the pond, and said calmly: "If you see him when you look back, tell him.

 Let him come back and have a meal with me. "

Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Liu Daoyuan's cold side face, and thought of Lin Zhiqin in his mind.

Then he couldn't help but smile and responded softly: "Yes, teacher."

 A small, cramped hotel private room.

 Lu Yuan and Lin Zhiqin were sitting opposite each other.

 There were four or five steaming dishes on the bare table in front of him.

 Stir-fried kidney slices, braised chicken in a casserole, braised pork ribs, baby greens, and a fish.

 Chunhua Noodle House.

 The dishes were exactly the same as the first meal the two of them had here.

It was Lin Zhiqin who ordered it.

“The teacher asked me to go back? Do you want to have dinner with me?”

Lin Zhiqin lit a cigarette in his hand and looked at the steam coming from the food in front of him, with a somewhat dazed look on his face.

"right."

Lu Yuan picked up the chopsticks on the table and started to eat.

　　After returning from Weishan, before he could contact Lin Zhiqin, Lin Zhiqin came to him first.

 What Zang Luyuan didn't expect was that the place Lin Zhiqin chose to meet would be this small noodle shop.

 When the food enters your mouth, you can feel the familiar taste on your taste buds.

It’s quite a long journey.

Only a few months have passed since he was led by Lin Zhiqin into the martial arts gate.

 But it seems like a few years have passed. The world has been turned upside down and life has changed.

Lin Zhiqin waited until the cigarette in his hand burned out before he came back to his senses.

 He nodded, and an inexplicable light seemed to flash in his eyes.

 Then he sniffed and handed something to Lu Yuan.

 “I understand, I will go to Weishan in the afternoon.”

"this is for you."

Lu Yuan curiously took what Lin Zhiqin handed him.

It is a thick notebook with a message written on the cover.

 Looking through it, every page is filled with Lin Zhiqin's handwriting, which seems to be martial arts experience.

 “Thank you, Coach Lin!”

Lu Yuan put down his chopsticks, stood up and solemnly thanked Lin Zhiqin.

 With his current strength, this note will have little effect on him.

But Lin Zhiqin’s hard work was reflected in the notes, and they felt heavy even when he held them in his hands.

 Among the He sect’s direct descendants, Lin Zhiqin is the one who cares the most.

 “There’s nothing to thank you for.”

Lin Zhiqin smiled wryly and waved his hand, "I don't even know if I can put it to use for you.

  But apart from the promised gift for becoming a disciple, I really don’t seem to have anything else to offer. "

Lu Yuan wanted to say something, but was not used to sensationalism.

I thought it would be nice if I had some wine on hand now. I should give Lin Zhiqin a drink.

  —Don’t say anything to the coach, it’s all in the wine!

Lin Zhiqin lit up a cigarette again with a lonely look on the road ahead, feeling that he was more preoccupied than when we last met.

 After thinking for a while, Lu Yuan asked: "Coach, is your daughter's illness getting better?"

 “Uh-huh!”

Lin Zhiqin seemed to be concentrating on something. He was awakened by Lu Yuan's words and nodded quickly.

“Well, the operation was successful, and it’s just a matter of a few more months of recovery and recuperation.

Oh, by the way, did the teacher tell you anything else? "

Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan and asked.

“Yes, it’s about participating in the Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League next month.

 She said she had already registered for me. "

 "Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League next month"

Lin Zhiqin squinted his eyes, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and two rays of light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

He stood up from his seat and said urgently: "Don't go!

 You must not participate in this competition! "

"Well"

Lu Yuan, who was still holding the note in his hand, was stunned for a moment, blinked, and didn't understand why Lin Zhiqin suddenly had such a big reaction.

 (End of this chapter)