Martial Arts Master

"In the third round, Wuguang Taoist wins!"

When he heard this sentence, Lou Cheng didn't feel anything was wrong and focused more on examining his own emotions.

Every failure would make him sad, and this one was no exception.

Although he injured the enemy and caused a lot of damage to the opponent, and initially accomplished the strategic goal, Lou Cheng always felt that he should have been able to do better and last longer, and he should not have been defeated like this!

To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered such an enemy. He used to often joke that so-and-so had a low sense of existence, as if he had supernatural powers. But it turned out that such a thing really existed in the world, and Taoist Wuguang was one of the best!

All the information about him has inadvertently overlooked this crucial point, making people think that he really just has a weak sense of existence. Once encountered, he will immediately suffer a big loss:

If you are slightly distracted, even your opponent will forget and focus on the wrong target!

If Lou Cheng hadn't had the ability to predict danger, today's battle would have been a very bruising and tragic loss!

"Fortunately Wu... Taoist Wuguang is not practicing the secret skills of ANBU and DEAD BU, otherwise it would have been even scarier and more bizarre..." Lou Cheng secretly rejoiced, calmed down his thoughts, and planned to write it down clearly in his notebook. Please read this frequently so as not to forget it again.

"Huh, thanks for the advice, senior." He exhaled, saluted the headmaster of the Shangqing Sect, who was as senior as his master, and turned around to return to the edge of the cliff where the Dragon and Tiger Club was located.

"Oh, why did you lose!" "The long night is coming." When Yan Xiaoling saw this, she slapped her thigh suddenly and posted a message on the forum.

It feels like it’s over before we even figure out who the enemy is…

I don’t have a strong sense of regret…

It's like I've never played this game...

Similar thoughts also flashed through the minds of Yan Zheke, Cai Zongming and others. They seemed to have watched a fake match. As for everyone in the Shangqing Sect, they set their sights on the next opponent.

At this time, the "Ghost King" Ning Zitong had already stood up. His skin was fair and delicate, his black hair was elegantly coiled, and his majestic beauty with a slight mixed-race style was particularly eye-catching. It was impossible to tell that he was already in his forties.

Wearing a loose navy blue martial arts uniform that covered up her beautiful figure, she walked over to Lou Cheng, nodded slightly, and greeted him.

Lou Cheng nodded in response and instinctively clenched his fist to encourage him.

After passing by Ning Zitong, he returned to the visiting team's seat. "Dragon King" Chen Qitao looked at him calmly, showing neither disappointment nor joy. He quickly turned his attention to the third game that was about to begin. Guo Jie Ze was struggling to remember and frowning in thought. It seemed that there were too many questions that she had not yet figured out.

Lu Yan coughed and said with a straight face: "It's okay."

Is this praise or praise? Lou Cheng sat on the futon next to him and took his ring and mobile phone.

He originally wanted to send a message to the little fairy to share Wuguang Taoist's special abilities. Unexpectedly, the electromagnetic disorder at the scene actually distorted the signal near the ground. He had to give up temporarily, put away the equipment, and waited for Ning Zitong and Wuguang like the others. The outbreak of the Guang Taoist War.

It seemed that he had forgotten to do something... Lou Cheng frowned slightly, and soon he heard the referee's "start" sound, so he relaxed his expression and concentrated on watching the game.

At this moment, due to the previous "thunder plowing", the home layout of the Shangqing Sect was completely destroyed, leaving only the occasional stepping electric shock area and a slightly crazy magnetic field atmosphere.

Ning Zitong majored in "Anbu", and her fighting style was completely different from other Wai Gang in the Dragon Tiger Club. As soon as the game started, she used the "glimpsing" movement technique to avoid the electromagnetic flying sword and bully the five lights. Taoist.

Its graceful posture and erratic speed make it look like a vampire in Western legends rather than an evil ghost!

Soon, a strange scene emerged in the venue, with Ning Zitong chasing Taoist Wuguang, and the electromagnetic sword chasing her. However, she took advantage of her body skills and ignored the latter's attack. She insisted that Qingshan would not relax and locked on her. An opponent who will be forgotten if you are not careful.

The sword light dances, the figures are vertical and horizontal, and the beauty is as beautiful as a jade sword and a rainbow!

Two former title holders, one had strange, varied, and ferocious moves, while the other was fierce and domineering, mainly beating and pumping, and they were evenly matched.

But not long after, Wuguang Taoist was at a disadvantage after being traumatized and exhausted. Ning Zitong started fighting with ethereal steps, always able to dodge the surrounding "flying sword" attacks in time in the flash of light and stone, leaving the opponent several times. This time it almost hit the operator himself.

"As expected of the Ghost King..." Lou Cheng watched with relish and sighed inwardly.

The technique of "Glimpse of Light" really requires majoring in "Anbu" to be able to use it to its full potential.

"Taoist Wuguang's hand-to-hand combat strength is not bad either. Lei Bu's secret skills are quite pure, no worse than sword control and the ability to lack a sense of presence..."

"I have to write it down carefully to avoid forgetting... By the way, I promised you to keep a small notebook before..."

"Hiss, Sister Ning's claws are really good..."

"The vicious 'ANBU' skills are like works of art in her hands..."

"Hey, it's just Wu... Taoist Guang refused to cooperate and always interrupted at critical moments, so that the most outstanding part could not be presented."

"What's going on with this old man? He's an eyesore and affects Sister Ning's performance..."

"It would be better if he didn't exist..."

Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of many viewers. Perhaps it was because Qianfuzhi died without a cure, Wuguang Taoist gradually became exhausted, and after another battle, he finally lost to his opponent.

The "Ghost King" Ning Zitong was not intact. There were several cracks and holes in the navy blue martial arts uniform, and the charred skin and flesh could be seen inside.

In addition, a sword mark started from the right side of her vest and spread to her neck, leaving a hideous wound and bright blood.

This did not damage her image, but instead added a bit of wild and coquettish beauty to her, making Lou Cheng's mind suddenly conjure words like "Bloody Mary".

"In the fourth round, Ning Zitong wins!"

After hearing the referee's voice, Lou Cheng's eyes moved to the Shangqing Sect's seat. He saw Peng Leyun, who was dressed in white robes, standing upright without moving his hands or feet, relying solely on the strength of his waist.

He still had short, refreshing hair, and his eyes were filled with light and concentration, as if countless lightning bolts were striking down from the sky.

Taking one step at a time, his remaining sense of flying thoughts quickly subsided, and the aura around him became sharp, as if there was hidden extremely destructive thunder.

Where there is Yang, there is Yin, where there is life there is death. The thunder produced by the interaction of Yin and Yang has the meaning of righteousness, growth, and awakening all things, but it also has the feeling of destruction, destruction, and punishment on behalf of heaven. At this moment, Peng Leyun fully embodies the meaning of later generations. By.

The darkness around him reminded Lou Cheng of his own "ice soul" that symbolized the boundless darkness of the universe, but the other person was closer to death, closer to destruction, like the end of everything.

"Eh..." Lou Cheng frowned and whispered.

This doesn't feel normal... It's different from the Taoist priests before...

Suddenly, Lu Yan next to him sighed:

"Forbidden Department, Shangqing Chapter..."

"..." Lou Cheng looked sideways and blurted out in surprise, "He can learn it so quickly?"

"Enlightenment..." Lu Yan corrected, then shook his head slightly, "The inheritance of the sect is still a bit different from ours. If you want to gain enlightenment, you must first accumulate enough merits."

"Hmm..." Lou Cheng asked thoughtfully, "Then why didn't Taoist Wu...guang show up? He is the headmaster..."

"Do you think that 'thousands of thunders strike together to cleanse the earth' trick came out of your own hands? It's just that it's so well integrated with your own skills that you can't tell." Lu Yan snorted.

Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds and then said:

"Do you still remember this trick?"

If the other party hadn’t mentioned it, I almost couldn’t remember it!

Hearing this, the muscles on Lu Yan's face suddenly twitched.

He looked ahead and said quietly:

"The worst battle I lost was the first time I encountered Wu Guang..."

"How could I not remember?"

"I remember it very firmly."

"I remember it all."

…

There's no need to stress it so many times... Lou Cheng glanced at Lu Yan curiously, murmured to himself, then gathered his thoughts, put aside his distracting thoughts, and turned his attention to the final battle, the battle that will determine the real winner.

The referee took a step back, and after Peng Leyun and Ning Zitong were in their respective positions, he raised his right arm, exhaled and said:

"start!"

PS: I would like to recommend a book from a friend, "The Ferrying Heavenly Master", a supernatural text and a corpse saver.