"Brothers, don't give it a lot, I haven't seen my opponent yet, they just lay down!"

A sequencer event is becoming more and more magical in Song Fengying's live broadcast room.

As a participant, Song Fengying ran all the way, and then ran into the finals.

If Song Fengying did anything, Song Fengying only put down a player when she took a firearm and beat it indiscriminately.

It was originally a serious and real sequencer field battle, but Song Fengying's live broadcast room was not half intense, but more like a fun.

This can't help but make people think that I can do it, and it also makes more people believe that this is indeed an unpopular crew selection competition.

"But this is obviously a sequencing event!"

"Why did the most rigorous game in the league come to be?"

Not only do many provincial and municipal family members have this thought, but the complaints in the twilight mansion are no different.

"Ren Sheng, how did your team of students win?" Luo Tianming exclaimed.

He later felt that Luo Gaogao had also been defeated in the team of 'lying down a large piece', and was even sniped out of the top four, which made Luo Tianming a little indignant.

"Lao Ren, is your student too strong?" Chang Kongluo asked.

"It's not surprising that kid shot me in the fingers and toes with a gun back then, and he won a bunch of scrap wood!"

Among everyone, even if Ren has doubts all his life, Song Xianzhong is not surprised.

Zhang Xuezhou's combat acumen is enough to beat a group of young people, and Song Xianzhong feels that people like Zhang Xuezhou and many sequencers are not on the same track at all.

As long as these people are in the same sequence as Zhang Xuezhou in the future, these people have no chance of winning Zhang Xuezhou.

This is a little judgment he made from the battle with Zhang Xuezhou.

"It's a foregone conclusion, this kid's team is the strongest this time," Song Xianzhong said.

"I don't believe it," Luo Tianming said.

"If you don't believe it, bet on two," Song Xianzhong shouted.

"How to bet?"

"Whoever loses when judging will slap himself with a hundred big mouths!"

"Ten big mouths, I won't participate in one more fight!"

Luo Tianming's mouth is hard, but he doesn't do things that are too bad.

The current situation is already 82 open, Zhang Xuezhou's team has an eight-point winning rate, and he bets the remaining 20% at most.

After thinking about the sins of a hundred big-mouthed people, Luo Tianming immediately lowered the bet tenfold.

"A hundred big mouths, if you win, I'll slap myself a hundred, and if you lose, I'll teach you spiritual strengthening," Song Xianzhong shouted.

"Deal!"

Ren has not said more than half a word about spiritual enhancement in the past six months, and Changkongluo has always been indignant about spiritual enhancement.

But whether it is Luo Tianming or Song Xianzhong, both of them have a very high demand for spiritual strengthening.

Luo Tianming got accurate information, while Song Xianzhong really suffered the benefits.

If they want to prolong their lives, they have to take this path, and even go far.

It is difficult to teach any of them, and they can only stagger forward, trying to make a start, and then invite any of them to give advice.

Luo Tianming thought about the various links, and scolded Song Xianzhong, a guy who would die if he didn't take advantage, and then he should come down.

The bet between the two is not too long.

The competition for the champion and runner-up of the sequencers event was restarted after just half an hour.

"I'm cheap, I'm outrageous, I shouldn't look down on people, I admit defeat, I ......"

The slapping sound in the face was a real sound, and it also echoed in the room where Ren Sheng was.

"That's great!"

Watching Song Fengying lying on the ground after being knocked down, until the sound of the 'lying down a blockbuster' team winning came, Ren Sheng couldn't help but stand up.

Looking at the alloy form that was firmly locked on him, Ren Sheng reached out and grabbed it hard, and then had to give up.

"I really want to go outside and have a look!"

Ren Shengsheng has lived in the twilight mansion with peace of mind, but when he saw Zhang Xuezhou and others winning the championship, he also had unspeakable emotions in his heart.

But the twilight mansion locked him up, and his heart was locked here and couldn't move.

Ren Sheng put down the visual device in his hand, and his eyes slowly closed.

The content that had been deduced countless times before was presented in my mind again.

No matter which direction he deduces from in any life, the spiritual reinforcement he guides is towards complete collapse.

This is also the main reason why Luo Tianming and others repeatedly knocked on the side, and Ren Sheng did not respond.

If a path is wrong, it is impossible for him to use it as a guide.

"How can I find the right way?"

There are thousands of thoughts in the mind of any life, and it is difficult to calm in the heart.

It wasn't until he once again sought a combination of spiritual enhancement and realm art that two three-legged crows rose into the air on the dead tree that the realm technique manifested.

In any life, I only feel a light in front of me.

He remembered that his eyes were closed, but he could clearly see the twilight mansion that bound him, and he also saw the blue sky and white clouds.

He even got a glimpse of the exterior of the Louvre Palace.

If he walks in this direction, he can also see all kinds of high-end houses and research centers built by major families in the imperial city.

The feeling is extremely subtle.

When he looked back, he could even see Luo Tianming who was slapping and looking at the direction of the house he was in, Song Xianzhong who was happily clapping his hands, and Chang Kongluo who shook his head again and again.

When he looked at the place where he was, Ren Sheng saw his hands pinching his fingers, his eyes lowered, and he seemed to fall asleep while sitting.

"Am I dead?"

Like a fluttering balloon, Ren Sheng felt that he was fluttering and blowing into the sky.

Overlooking the Luofu Palace and the Imperial City, Ren Sheng continued to drill towards the ruins of the Song family.

If he is already dead, Ren Shengsheng hopes that someone will collect the body, and if it is an abnormality that occurs during cultivation, he needs to find Zhang Xuezhou.

In terms of realm arts, Zhang Xuezhou is the only object that can be discussed at the moment.

But Ren Sheng didn't know if he could be sensed by Zhang Xuezhou and others.

He could feel the expansion of his horizons, but he could not see himself in his life.

At this point, he was like a formless ghost.

He can fly, he can penetrate any solid obstruction, he ignores the power grid and other equipment, and he doesn't set off any alarms when he passes through it, and he doesn't feel any ill effects.

But as he continued to fly and pull away, Ren Sheng could feel as if a rope was binding him, making it difficult for him to extend too far.

Even as time went on, the power of this binding grew, forcing him to retreat slowly.

The ruins of the Song family are close at hand, but it is difficult for anyone to get into them.

"Enron? Unharmed? Learning boats? ”

Ren Sheng can even perceive that his current appearance seems to be like a burning lamp and candle, and as the distance from his physical body continues to lengthen, his brilliance is not only faint but even dim.

Feeling the tension and pain of the formless body, Ren Sheng shouted.

But he shouted and didn't make any sound.

He seemed to be very close to something, but there was an unimaginable ravine in front of him.

"This may be a special result of the combination of realm techniques and spiritual enhancement, I must be calm, calm ......"

Pioneering in unfamiliar territory obviously encounters a lot of unknown problems.

After a short but free flight, feeling the real crisis, Ren Sheng had to quickly calm down.

With no recourse, he had to rely on himself.

"First of all, I have to have a physical ......"

It is difficult to return to the physical body, and the form formed by spiritual thoughts is illusory and boundless, and after thinking about it for dozens of seconds, he decided to seek the possibility of a form for himself.

(End of chapter)