Chapter 600 The Right Path
“Brothers, you’re not good enough, they’re lying down before I even see my opponents!”
A sequencer event, live broadcast by Song Fengying Time becomes more and more magical.
As a participant, Song Fengying ran all the way and then entered the finals.
If Song Fengying did anything, Song Fengying only knocked down one player while fighting with a gun.
It was originally a serious and real field battle for sequencers, but Song Fengying's live broadcast was not at all intense, but more like having fun.
This inevitably makes people think that I can do it, and it also makes more people believe that this is indeed a low-level audition for the crew.
“But this is obviously a grand event for sequencers!”
“Why is the most rigorous competition in the league like this?”
It’s not just families from many provinces and cities. The members have this idea, and the complaints in the Old Mansion are no different.
"Ren Shengsheng, how did your student team win?" Luo Tianming shouted.
When he found out later, he felt that Luo Gaogao had also been defeated by the team of 'Lie down a large area', and was even sniped out of the top four. This made Luo Tianming a little bit aggrieved.
"Old Ren, is your student's strength beyond the limit?" Changkong Luo asked.
“It’s not surprising that that kid used a gun to shoot my fingers and toes, and he defeated a bunch of losers!”
Among everyone, even if Ren had doubts all his life, Song Xianzhong was the only one Not surprised.
Zhang Xuezhou's combat acumen was enough to defeat a group of young people. Song Xianzhong felt that people like Zhang Xuezhou were not on the same track as many sequencers.
As long as these people are in the same class as Zhang Xuezhou in the future, these people have no chance of defeating Zhang Xuezhou.
This is a small judgment based on his battle with Zhang Xuezhou.
“It’s a done deal, this guy’s team is the strongest in this session,” Song Xianzhong said.
“I don’t believe it,” Luo Tianming said.
"If you don't believe me, take a gamble," Song Xianzhong shouted.
“How to bet?”
“Whoever loses in judgment will slap himself a hundred times!”
“Ten times, one more person will be slapped. I won’t even participate!”
Luo Tianming is a tough talker, but he won’t do anything that would cost him too much.
The current situation is already 80-20, Zhang Xuezhou's team has an 8-point winning rate, and he can bet on the remaining 20% at most.
After thinking about the suffering of a hundred big mouths, Luo Tianming immediately lowered the bet ten times.
“A hundred big mouths, if you win, I will slap myself a hundred times, if you lose, I will teach you how to strengthen your spirit,” Song Xianzhong shouted.
“Deal!”
Ren Shengsheng has not said a word about mental strengthening in the past six months, and Changkong Luo has always been indignant about mental strengthening.
But whether it is Luo Tianming or Song Xianzhong, both of them have extremely high needs for mental strengthening.
Luo Tianming got the accurate information, but Song Xianzhong really benefited.
If they want to extend their lives, they must go this way, and they even need to go very far.
It is difficult to ask Ren Shengsheng to teach them. They can only stumble forward now, try to make a start, and then invite Ren Shengsheng to give guidance.
Luo Tianming thought about the various links, and scolded Song Xianzhong in his heart for this guy who would die if he didn't take advantage, and then he responded.
The bet between the two didn't last too long.
The Champions League and Asian competition at the Sequencer Festival was restarted after just half an hour.
"I'm a bitch, I'm outrageous, I shouldn't look down on others, I admit defeat, I..."
The sound of slaps in the face is a real sound, and it also echoes In the room where Ren Sheng is.
“That’s great!”
Seeing Song Fengying lying on the ground after being knocked down and watching the live broadcast, until the sound of "Lie down a big piece" came out and the team won, Ren Shengsheng couldn't help but stand up.
Looking at the alloy form that locked him tightly, Ren Sheng reached out and grabbed it hard, and then had to give up.
“I really want to go outside and take a look!”
Ren Yisheng had settled down in his old mansion, but when he saw Zhang Xuezhou and others winning the championship, he also felt something unspeakable in his heart. mood. But the Mu Nian Mansion locked him up, and also locked his heart here, unable to move.
Ren Shengsheng put down the visual device in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.
The content that has been deduced countless times before appears again in my mind.
No matter which direction Ren Sheng deduces, the spiritual strengthening he leads leads to complete collapse.
This is also the main reason why Luo Tianming and others have repeatedly made insinuations, but Ren Shengsheng has not responded.
If a path is wrong, he cannot use this wrong path as a guide.
"How can we find the right path?"
There are thousands of thoughts in Ren Shengsheng's mind, and it is difficult to calm down in his heart.
It wasn’t until he again sought to combine spiritual strengthening with realm art that two three-legged crows soared into the sky on the dead tree where the realm art was manifested.
Ren Shengsheng only saw a bright light in front of his eyes.
He remembered that he had his eyes closed, but he clearly saw the twilight mansion that bound him, as well as the blue sky and white clouds.
He even saw the exterior of the Louvre Palace.
If he walked in this direction, he would also be able to see various high-end houses and research centers built by the major families in the Imperial City.
This feeling is extremely subtle.
When he looked back, he could even see Luo Tianming slapping him while looking towards the direction of his house, Song Xianzhong clapping his hands happily, and Changkong Luo shaking his head repeatedly.
When he looked at his residence, Ren Sheng saw that he was pinching his fingers with his hands and his eyes were lowered, as if he had fallen asleep in a sitting position.
"Am I dead?"
Like a floating balloon, Ren Shengsheng felt himself floating upward into the sky.
While overlooking the Louvre Palace and the Imperial City, Ren Shengsheng kept digging towards the ruins of the Song family.
If he is dead, Ren Shengsheng hopes that someone will collect the body. If it is an abnormality that occurred during cultivation, he needs to find Zhang Xuezhou.
In terms of realm art, Zhang Xuezhou is the only subject that can be discussed at the moment.
But Ren Shengsheng didn't know whether he could be sensed by Zhang Xuezhou and others.
He can feel the constant expansion of his vision, but he can't see anyone in his life.
He was like a formless ghost at this time.
He can fly, he can penetrate any solid obstruction, he ignores power grids and other equipment, and does not trigger any alarms when passing through, nor does he feel any adverse effects.
But as he continued to fly farther and farther, Ren Sheng could feel that there seemed to be a rope binding him, making it difficult for him to extend too far.
Even as time went by, the strength of this binding was still increasing, forcing him to slowly retreat.
The ruins of the Song family are close at hand, but it is difficult for Ren Sheng to get into them.
"Safe? All right? Xuezhou?"
Ren Shengsheng could even feel that he seemed to be like a burning candle at the moment. As the distance from his physical body continued to increase, not only was his brilliance weak, Even going dark.
Feeling the tightness and pain in his formless body, Ren Sheng shouted.
But his shouting made no sound.
He seemed to be very close to something, but there was an unimaginable ravine in front of him.
"This may be something special due to the combination of realm magic and spiritual strengthening. I must be calm, calm..."
Obviously, there will be many unknown problems encountered when pioneering in unfamiliar areas.
After experiencing a brief and free flight, feeling the real crisis, Ren Shengsheng had to calm down quickly.
With no recourse, he must rely on himself.
"First, I must have a body..."
It is difficult to return to the physical body, and the body formed by spiritual thoughts is illusory and unrealistic. After Ren Sheng thought about it for dozens of seconds, he decided to find it for himself The possibility of a body.
(End of this chapter)