Cultivation Is Like This

  Chapter 40: Bring the Goose of Head Lu

  Pang Miaosong's face was ashen with anger, and his eyes were like knives, and he poked at Lu Bei. The latter, relying on his thick skin, took all the orders and raised his hand to make a request.

   At this moment, loud laughter sounded, and the tower-like figure jumped onto the ring.

  The rough old man with arrogant beard, strong as a bear, can stand on the fist, this is the type.

   "Who is Your Excellency?"

   "Shaking Yuemen, Du Jinglan."

   "What, your Excellency is the head of Du?"

  Lu Bei was shocked, pointed at Pang Miaosong, whose face was black at the bottom of the ring, and asked in confusion, "If you are the head of Du, who is this?"

   "She is the Sect Leader Pang of the Shuiyue Sect. If you say that she is open-minded, Sect Leader Pang is a little worse than me. You are mistaken." Du Jinglan said to himself.

  The speech from the top straight steel man made Pang Miaosong, who was sitting below, tremble with anger. He warned himself not to be as knowledgeable as the reckless husband.

   "Is this true?" Lu Bei asked in surprise.

   "Really!"

   "I don't believe it, unless I compare it on the spot." Lu Bei shook his head again and again. He is a man who accepts the truth, and it is difficult to convince him if he doesn't show the evidence.

   "Compare, compare, how difficult is this."

  Du Jinglan laughed and threw off his shirt, revealing his shocking tendons, his dancing chest muscles suddenly tensed, and instantly purple energy poured out, making Lu Bei's face change suddenly.

   He glanced at Pang Miaosong, his eyes stayed heavy for a few seconds, then compared to Du Jinglan, and apologized: "Yes, you are old, you are the head of Du, I just recognized the wrong person."

  “…” xN

  The top of Si Jing Peak was dead silent, and everyone stared at Lu Bei, who was stunned, and couldn't tell whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

  Except for the female disciples of Shuiyuemen, all of them were murderous, and their eyes as sharp as knives rained down on Lu Bei.

  Lu Bei said that he was very helpless, and he didn't want to, but pulling monsters is like this, and it must be fatal when outputting ridicule.

   From another angle, as expected of him, as soon as he appeared on the stage, he won the hearts of the people, not only firmly attracted the attention of the young ladies in the audience, but also captured the heart of a big sister, and he will be pulled with him when he dies.

   "I heard that the head of Lu has an extraordinary talent, and he has established a foundation at a young age, so I came here to ask for some advice." Du Jinglan was full of fighting spirit and strode towards Lu Bei.

   "I don't dare to be too talented, but my luck is slightly better than others."

  Lu Bei simply moved his hands and feet, and said honestly: "As for building a foundation at a young age, it's okay, isn't everyone like this?"

  “…” xN

   The ridicule was full, and the eyes of the onlookers also changed. The shouting and shouting became a wave, and they cheered for Du Jinglan, let him destroy the demon of Sanqing Peak, and returned Jiuzhu Mountain to a bright world.

  Du Jinglan was unaware of the support from the outside world. He locked his eyes on Lu Bei, and when he saw Li Xin, he said happily, "Master Lu, I'll invite you first."

  As an iron fanatic, Du Jinglan belongs to the body cultivation line, and is energetic and very aggressive. However, there are only two foundation-building stages in the Jiuzhushan lineage, and Yang Fuliu is famous for being able to move without moving.

Just like that, the abuse of vegetables was good for a while, but after the abuse, there was nothing but emptiness. Du Jinglan held it back for a long time. Facing Lu Bei, who was at the same level of cultivation realm, he couldn't bear it anymore. After two polite words were hurriedly said, raising his hand was a sign. The fist banged in the past.

   As soon as he made a move, his whole body burst into blood, and under his strength, the blue bricks under his feet shattered, the heavy fist opened the way, and the violent air roared down.

  The pennant on the edge of the arena was straightened in the strength, and the wind burst. All the melon eaters who were watching in front retreated and avoided. A few unlucky **** who were still shouting filled their mouths with the strong wind and drank their stomachs.

   Witnessing this scene, the people who eat melons are in high spirits. The devil is one foot high and the road is ten feet high. After all, the rampant demon is only temporary. No, the fist of justice has come down.

   "Good physique!"

  Lu Bei faced the punches, his robes rattled, he stepped forward and threw his fists up.

The    Demon Slaying Sutra gave him the confidence to compete for basic attributes among peers. He was confident that one would abuse one, and two would abuse one pair. Even if Du Jinglan specializes in physical training, it is not false.

  ! !

The two fists collided, and the huge air waves were surging, and the violent wind instantly overcame the shouting from the sidelines. Everyone's faces turned pale in shock. They only felt that their heads were severely hit by a heavy hammer, and their ears were buzzing. Several people with low cultivation bases. Because of being too close, I was shaken by the shock, and I bowed my head to show everyone the recipe for noon.

   "What's the matter, is he also a physique practitioner?"

   "It's amazing, the man is a rotten person, but it's really amazing."

   "Look, Du Sect Leader was beaten back."

On the    arena, at the moment when the two fists collided, Du Jinglan was no match for the giant force attack, dumbfounded and took four or five steps back before stopping.

  Lu Bei kept his posture and slid back three steps, looking at Du Jinglan with a strange expression.

   Yes, the strength is very strong!

  's exaggerated power far surpassed other monks in the Foundation Establishment period, and he couldn't help but think of the players who pressed down the level in the early stage.

  Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. With the 'Slayer of Demons' double points, Lu Bei didn't panic when he encountered a player with a low level. He shook his sore fist and walked to Du Jinglan in a few steps.

   sink your waist,

   stretch,

   make a fist,

   Swing.

   With the blessing of 90 points of strength and 68 points of speed, he used the Lv5 Eight-Armed Fist to show the charm, and the afterimages of the arms turned into reality when they waved, as if there were really eight arms.

   The fist pressure came to his face, Du Jinglan's eyes were red, the blood in his body surged, the blood flowed like a big river, the heartbeat was like a rumbling drum, and he squeezed the fist marks with both hands and hit it straight up.

  嘭嘭————

On the    arena, the wind was raging, and the shadows of fists were continuous.

  The air fluctuated like a tidal wave, and the blasting sound of the airflow wave after wave, whistling and whistling like a ghost cry, oppressing the melon eaters to retreat again and again.

Du Jinglan's speed was a little slower, and his fists became heavier and heavier, but Lu Bei was completely unaffected, and hit Du Jinglan's fist head-on. The arm left a sunken fist mark.

  ! !

   The violent air flow visible to the naked eye swelled, and Lu Bei closed his fists and exhaled. On the opposite side was Du Jinglan, whose muscles were twitching until his muscles were numb.

Lu Beijing is a man. He avoids the front when he punches, so Du Jinglan is miserable, and he is not too embarrassed. As for the skin trauma with sore muscles, he will go back to support for ten days and a half months, and he will be alive again. .

   "Master Lu is a body training, a boxing technique?"

  Du Jinglan said in amazement, if this is the case, he will definitely visit every day in the future and have **** with Lu Bei.

"no."

  Lu Bei shook his head slightly: "The fists and feet are average, and the swordsmanship is okay."

   "It turns out that..."

  Du Jinglan smiled bitterly. This is how immortals are. Some people practice casually to be high, and some people try their best and can only barely glance up.

  Fortunately, despite the fiasco today, the punches to the flesh were quite enjoyable.

   "Comfortable."

  Du Jinglan shouted, his muscles twitched, and he rushed towards Lu Bei with a ferocious smile.

"good!"

  Lu Bei's eyes narrowed slightly, leaving aside the other peaks of Jiuzhu Mountain for the time being, he remembered Du Jinglan, the man who shook Yuemen in Bayan Peak, he was a person.

The    skill 'Dark Tide' is activated.

   Energize + Crit!

   punched out, and the bluestone ground under Lu Bei's feet shattered violently, and the dense cracks spread.

   Even though Du Jinglan had been prepared, the power of this punch was far beyond his imagination. As soon as he touched it, his whole body swayed and flew out of the ring as if it had fallen apart.

boom!

The weight of 300 catties plunged deep into the ground beside the arena. The background was the silent Emei martial arts field. The three foreign aid leaders closest to the arena had gloomy expressions on their faces. Du Jinglan, who had the highest cultivation realm, was defeated so simply. , they are afraid that they will not gain any face in the end.

  Ding Lei lost his mind. Seeing that the three chiefs were motionless, he knew that the overall situation was settled and that no one in Jiuzhushan could help him.

   He raised his hand to find a disciple, and sighed, "Go, get the goose from Sect Leader Lu."

   "Three chiefs, Lu was lucky enough to beat Chief Du, who is next?" Seeing that no one spoke, Lu Bei took the initiative to invite the battle.

   "Master Lu is joking, Dingwangzong is a sect of alchemy and is not good at fighting with force. I am here just to join in the fun, and I don't mean to see the best in the arena." Dingwangzong's head Liu Aoqian smiled modestly.

   "The same goes for Feixuemen." The head Lin Hong said that he was the same, joining in the fun and not getting involved in the conflict between Sanqing Peak and Sijing Peak.

Pang Miaosong did not speak with a sullen face, and Lu Bei came up and taunted her for a while. She was the most shameless in the audience. If she confessed directly at this moment, it would not matter if she was ashamed. .

  Pang Miaosong gritted his teeth, got up and walked towards the arena: "Shuiyuemen, Pang Miaosong, ask Master Lu for some advice."

Lu Bei clasped his fists and said apologetically: "Pang Sect is polite, but I just admit the wrong person, no other meaning, Pang Sect is humbly... er, elegant... In short, there are a lot of adults, don't let them go. in the heart."

  Pang Miaosong: "..."

  Lu Bei: "..."

  The gods are pitiful, I really didn't mock this time, it's the idiom's fault.

   (end of this chapter)