Chapter Thirty-Seven: Take Control of the Field and Return to Dabi

What does it feel like to be completely new?

After the rain, the sky is clear, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear.

After Zhang Qingyang got up, he stood in front of the window, and through the thick bulletproof glass, he saw that in a crack on the surface of the cedar tree more than ten meters away, there were diligent ants carrying pieces the size of rice grains and crawling out.

Looking up, a drop of dew hangs from the edge of the palm leaf, swaying in the wind, and suddenly falling, changing shape slightly in mid-air, and the crystal clear surface reflects the speeding cars on the street, and the passengers in the windows are opening their mouths and stuffing half of the meatloaf into it.

God's eyes are like electricity, God's will is like water, and the heart is everywhere.

There is no need to deliberately mobilize the power of the mind, his heart clearly reflects all the movements within a radius of 100 meters, and many details that he has not actively observed will be automatically presented in front of him, and it is difficult to see it.

In the same mind, he could know what everyone in the entire hotel was doing, and even manifest their postures and movements in his mind, as if he was above the void, seeing through all obstacles and overlooking all the truth.

This brings dozens of times more information than before, and requires more powerful mental power to support the processing efficiency, Zhang Qingyang is still difficult to get used to for a while, and he also feels that the speed of consuming energy in this mode is too fast.

Fortunately, he quickly figured out the control method, actively shielded eighty percent of the information, filtered out the part that was needed, and suddenly felt calm and smooth as usual.

He knew that he was completely different from yesterday.

There are also more things that I know, such as the mysterious Great Wilderness-level powerhouse yesterday, Zhang Qingyang knew that his name was Hong Junji, from one of the nine major families hundreds of years ago, who had cultivated the secret art of the soul and mastered the three major artifacts of the Dragon Tooth Gun, the Spirit Yuan Shield and the Xuanwu Armor.

Now, the three broken artifacts have all fallen into the hands of the Shenlong Emperor Capital Branch, but Hong Junji's will inheritance has reached his head, but with the passage of time and the end of the battle at that time, it has become scattered and incomplete, and it will take time to find out the available information, and it may not be able to sort it out.

Zhang Qingyang didn't feel sorry for either.

The three artifacts of the former are basically scrapped, the internal artifact spirit died early, the body was seriously damaged, and it was eroded by the will of the insect king for hundreds of years, and the power is not as good as the original one, and the material is still excellent, which can be used.

Inheritance materials or something, Zhang Qingyang cares more about his experience and knowledge, he has no shortage of martial arts techniques, and he will not change his course because of the other party.

On a more important level, Zhang Qingyang is deeply afraid of this kind of existence.

They can borrow corpses to resurrect their souls with a trace of broken will, so if they sort out a complete inheritance and information, God knows if a new Hong Junji will be born from their consciousness?

Zhang Qingyang admires the other party's great sentiments, but he is unwilling to act as a furnace for being reborn by the other party.

In addition, he was completely dead to the gang of people in the Imperial Capital Branch.

It's no wonder that in the notes left by Elder Yu, he sneered at the people in the other branches of the Divine Dragon Society, and even had grudges, looking down on them, look at the performance in this cooperation, Luo Tianfeng is good, but he is still inevitably blinded by greed.

"Forget it, just take it as an unpleasant deal, and besides, I didn't lose anything. ”

Zhang Qingyang calmed down, put it aside, and returned all his spirit to Dabi.

During the buffer period of a few days, the competition of the losers in the sixteenth group of the preliminary round has ended, and the five outers of Nanling Academy, under the leadership of Jun Xiaojiu, worked hard and barely saved face, and none of them were eliminated into the bottom ten.

The audience's appetite has been nourished, and they can't wait for the second round of the top 16 to start.

Zhang Qingyang, as a seeded player, the leader of the academy, and the most popular genius in the limelight recently, was the first to be dispatched, which immediately ignited the enthusiasm of hundreds of thousands of spectators, and the cheers soared a step higher than last time.

Overnight, the news of his involvement in the expedition to the ancient city of Tiebi spread, after all, such a big movement could not be hidden, and under the deliberate exaggeration of various forces, many people speculated that he must have gotten some treasure.

Sure enough, as soon as he came on the field, the sharp-eyed audience immediately noticed the changes in him, although Zhang Qingyang tried his best to hide it, but the growth of his spiritual vitality and soul could not be faked, and his mentality and bearing changed, and his gestures became more calm and atmospheric, and he invisibly completed the control of the field and suppressed the opponent who was ready to go.

The opponent in this round was from Beitian Academy, who was originally full of confidence to turn the tables in one fell swoop, stepping on Zhang Qingyang's name, and suddenly found that the air in the entire ring seemed to have spirituality, besieging him from all directions, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't extract a trace of strength from it, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe!

This person's face was flushed, and he carried it with a breath of pure vitality, and snorted: "Zhang Qingyang, don't go too far, don't think that if you are lucky enough to get some of the legacies of the previous generation of powerhouses, you will be able to run rampant, I, Xu Zhongwen, will never let you succeed!"

"Oh, then please. ”

Zhang Qingyang's mood did not fluctuate, and he did not mean to withdraw the suppression.

His mind has changed now, since he is strong enough, why hide it, and winning the opponent with the power of thunder is the greatest respect.

The dialogue and performance of the two seemed to confirm the rumors, and there was a lot of discussion in the stands for a while, many people sighed at Zhang Qingyang's good luck, and some people were envious, jealous and hateful.

Jiang Cheng and his group, who had been planning something, smashed their mouths and sighed: "Let him toss again, I'm afraid we really can't do anything about this kid." ”

"Then what else can I do, Liang Er is not angry, Ji Dakui disdains to play yin, it is really tough, we have to spend a lot of money to ask for foreign aid!"

"Then please. ”

Jiang Cheng took advantage of the situation to finalize, and did a good job of hiding the smug look that flashed in his eyes.

On the side of the players' stand, Zhao Feiyu had a frost on his face and snorted coldly: "Those people are too much, they deliberately planted blame on the senior brother, do you really think you can bully us outsiders casually?"

Yue Shuwen hugged his arms and sneered: "That's all they have to say, hum, I hope these guys won't pass by our family's territory in the future!"

Li Beihai slapped his face: "I believe in your Senior Brother Zhang, his shoulders are thick enough to resist." ”

......

As he spoke, the fight in the ring had already begun.

Xu Zhongwen of Beitian Academy was worried that he would not be able to hold his strength, so he made the first move before he burst his lungs, relying on the mecha to attack from a distance to gain firepower, and when he came up, he poured the strongest artillery fire into Zhang Qingyang!

Double-barreled shoulder cannon bombardment, left arm to tube heavy machine gun, right arm mini rocket nest, head kill beam, mouth compressed sound beam, boom tore apart the solidified air, split the head and face smashed over.

Zhang Qingyang's body was like a swimming fish, there was no need to deliberately launch it, his heart was there, he avoided all the attacks in a few turns, and just when he was blown up in the same place, he flashed three meters away from the opponent's mecha, and stabbed his cockpit with a simple and unpretentious sword.

Xu Zhongwen had obviously studied his tricks, and knew the sharpness of the rat bone sword, so he did not hesitate to block with a horizontal shield, and at the same time, a dazzling rain of light burst out on his chest, covering the front in a fan-shape, drowning Zhang Qingyang's figure inside.

"I don't believe you can get through it. ”

A hint of pride flashed in Xu Zhongwen's heart, his insinuation had never been revealed in front of people, what he wanted was this sudden strength.

The dense rain of light was composed of thousands of alloy steel needles, which were instantly heated to an extremely unstable state by their unique skills, and then burst into a burst of fire, which was enough to penetrate the defenses of most immortal-level pet beasts.

Zhang Qingyang can't ......

As soon as Xu Zhongwen's thoughts turned here, he suddenly noticed a shock from the mecha, and the machine gun on the left side fell off inexplicably.

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