Chapter 274: Lu Mingfei: I'm a peerless genius

Late at night, Italy, Portofino.

Lu Mingfei slowly retracted his punching stance, looking at the surging sea, and couldn't help but be a little worried—he wouldn't have accidentally injured Patriarch Beowulf, right?

In that case, it will be difficult for him to explain to the principal at that time.

But it shouldn't be...... He has some strength to restrain it, and the dignified Patriarch Beowulf, with the blessing of "Immortality", should not be unable to bear this blow.

Just as Lu Mingfei was thinking in his heart, a huge wave exploded on the sea.

The gray-white figure in the waves flew out like an arrow, with awe-inspiring majesty!

If that figure was not swimming in the sea but running on the surface of the sea, it would have been more powerful - although with the dual blessing of blood refinement and immortality, the physical fitness of the Patriarch Beowulf had reached the level of ignoring some thermal weapons, it was still not enough to tread water.

But even so, he swam in the water at an exaggerated speed, far exceeding the average ferry, and in the blink of an eye he was back on the coast.

"Junior," Patriarch Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei and took a breath, "Isn't your spirit manipulating ice?" You've just ...... Didn't use words? ”

Lu Mingfei's words and spirits are highly confidential, but the information is open to veteran-level figures, and Beowulf did not go out of his way to understand Lu Mingfei in detail, but at least he has seen his data files.

"yes." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You don't use the spirit of words to strengthen your physical fitness?" Patriarch Beowulf was still a little hard to believe.

"I don't have this kind of speech spirit at all," Lu Mingfei's face was full of sincerity, "If you want to talk about physical fitness...... As an S-class half-blood, it makes sense for me to be stronger, right? ”

Of course, if the state of dragon scales and the state of the dragon bone are not considered to be the spirit of speech, some scholars believe that the spirit of speech that directly strengthens the physical body of the bronze throne should be different from the ordinary spirit of speech, and is classified as "blood source inscription", that is, an innate ability rooted in the depths of the bloodline.

From this point of view, his dragon scale state and dragon bone state are undoubtedly also blood-derived imprints.

Patriarch Beowulf felt that his worldview was being challenged.

In the eyes of the half-bloods, the S-class is unattainable, but he is the S-class himself, and he also knows a lot of S-level hybrids, including some leaders from the big forces in Asia and North America, although everyone has some inhumanities, but none of them are so exaggerated by Lu Mingfei.

Relying on flesh and blood to suppress the "immortal" of high-risk words, where is this still a person? Ordinary dragons can't carry it!

"Lu Mingfei is right, the old man has approved you, the previous agreement on the harmonica is invalid, and the old man will support you at the senator's meeting," Patriarch Beowulf said, "However, if you want to get the forbidden technique from the Beowulf family, you have to rely on your own ability!" ”

After hesitating for a moment, the Beowulf patriarch still decided to continue the fight - although he had already recognized Lu Mingfei from the punch just now, but if he stopped fighting like this, where would the Beowulf family's name of "Dragonbloodthirsty" go?

The "confrontation" just now has proved that the gap in physical fitness between him and Lu Mingfei is overwhelming, Lu Mingfei's casual punch can make his chest slightly dented when he was hit, and it can only heal quickly with the help of the recovery power brought by the refined bloodline.

Therefore, Patriarch Beowulf adjusted his breathing and decisively entered the second-order bloodline refining - in fact, to put it bluntly, it was to carry out another bloodline refining on the basis of bloodline refining.

Even if it is a person who has mastered bloodline refining, very few people can master second-order bloodline refining, and for ordinary half-bloods, first-order bloodline refining is dangerous enough, second-order bloodline refining is simply tired of wanting to play as Deadpool.

However, for the Beowulf patriarch, the price of second-order bloodline refining is not too big, his mental stability is equivalent to the seven essentia of the fire sword path, and he has reached the limit of the half-blood, and can ignore the side effects of the first-order bloodline refining, and every male of the Beowulf family has a resistance far beyond that of the ordinary half-breed because of the dragon blood crystal that he took when he was a child, coupled with the family secret technique, the second-order bloodline refining has very limited side effects for the Beowulf patriarch.

The dragon's blood roared and spread in all directions in the body, and the full power seemed to overflow out of the body, and the external embodiment of this "overflow" was that the scales on the surface of the Beowulf patriarch's body became thicker and sharper, and the bone spurs spread outward from his joints, and although the "immortal" could not evolve, its power was also significantly enhanced.

Beowulf stood in the moonlight and looked at Lu Mingfei, the high temperature of the dragon's blood surging turned the seawater on the surface of his body into mist: "The old man may not be able to stop in time in this state, boy, it's too late for you to regret surrendering now." ”

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, but slowly put on a "please" posture.

The figure of the Beowulf patriarch set off a sand waterfall that soared into the sky, and there seemed to be a hurricane tearing between his fists and feet, if it was an ordinary half-blood, he would probably be knocked out by the compressed air before he was touched.

Lu Mingfei raised his fists to meet him, and the two fists, one black and one white, collided together, and a sound like a steel hammer colliding erupted.

Neither of them used any elaborate tricks, but simply slammed their fists over the beach like two grinders, turning the umbrellas, deck chairs and small tables that tourists had left here to powder.

Until a certain moment, Beowulf and Lu Mingfei suddenly stalemate, Lu Mingfei opened one hand and held Beowulf's fist, and Beowulf also held one of Lu Mingfei's fists.

"Boy, I have used the second-order refining bloodline, as well as the spirit immortal, so that you can be on a par with me, I admit, among the half-bloods of the same age I know, except for Menek Cassel, there is no better than you," Patriarch Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei, "How many orders of bloodline did you use to refine?" ”

"Blood refining? Oh yes, I almost forgot about this! Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, revealing an expression of "I actually forgot that I still have a skill that I haven't put away".

In the next second, Beowulf watched the hideous bone spurs appear on Lu Mingfei's body, and the strength of his stalemate hands increased sharply, pinching his muscles and bones hurt.

"Bang-"

The sound of a battering ram sounded, and the Beowulf patriarch flew out upside down with the same posture at a faster speed and a longer distance than last time, rolling over the sea and setting off waves.

Lu Mingfei stood in place, holding a pergola with his hands, trying to observe the situation of Patriarch Beowulf.

If he used Fimbull's Winter he could have solved the Beowulf patriarch faster, but he didn't do that, first, there were too many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in Tony's world, and his physical fitness was not enough at all, he had always been a mage, and he rarely had the addiction of a warrior, and now that he finally met a suitable opponent, he naturally wanted to relax.

However, the more important reason is that he has a mirror pupil and can quickly copy the skills and knowledge of the target, including combat skills.

At the beginning of the battle, Patriarch Beowulf's fighting skills were obviously one level higher than him, which was the most practical combat method honed by hundreds of years of life-and-death battles, and now, through Mirror Pupil's powerful learning ability, his skills are on par with Patriarch Beowulf.

Even if he didn't count the forbidden arts, he had already earned this battle.

The waves broke again, and Patriarch Beowulf tread the water this time, and after a few ups and downs on the water, a few waves exploded, and then fell back to the beach.

"You...... Very good," Patriarch Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei, "You are qualified to witness the Beowulf family's forbidden arts. ”

"Wait, you're not planning to use the forbidden spell here, are you?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened slightly, "Is it necessary to have such a strong desire to win?" ”

"Don't worry, the alchemy matrix that has been hypnotized by the members of the Beowulf family in this vicinity will not be discovered easily," the Beowulf patriarch stretched his muscles, "The old man will only perform a forbidden technique, as long as you can survive and not fall, the old man will even if you win." ”

As he spoke, Patriarch Beowulf raised his arm, held it at his waist, and slowly stretched it, as if pulling out an invisible sword.

With his movements, Lu Mingfei keenly sensed that the surrounding elements were converging towards the Beowulf Patriarch, to be precise, towards his palm, and slowly condensed into a crystallized entity, colorful in the moonlight.

"There are three generations of legendary patriarchs of the Beowulf family, and when they fought against giants, sea monsters, and red dragons, they used their own forbidden arts, and these three forbidden techniques have also been passed down in the form of myths," Patriarch Beowulf said in a deep voice, "In mythology, when Beowulf slashed the sea monster banshee underwater, he used an invincible divine sword to cut off the head of the sea monster banshee, but once the sword left the water, the sword body disappeared as if melting, and only the hilt remained. ”

"This is the forbidden technique left by the second legendary patriarch, condensing the elements into weapons in his own hands, and every swing will cause a small elemental storm on the target, which is called the 'Giant's Sword'."

Patriarch Beowulf pulled out a distorted crystal sword from his waist, the sword had no edge, like countless crystal fragments spliced together, rough and wild, glowing with colorful light.

Patriarch Beowulf slowly pointed his sword at Lu Mingfei: "Surrender, young man, it's not a shame to lose to the old man." ”

Lu Ming looked thoughtfully at the long sword in the hand of Patriarch Beowulf, and slowly assumed a posture similar to that of him before, as if he was about to pull out a non-existent sword from his waist.

Patriarch Beowulf looked puzzled: "Young man, what are you doing...... what the fu*k！ ”

As Lu Mingfei drew his sword, a shining elemental sword converged in his palm, different from the crystal-like state in the hands of the Beowulf patriarch, the sword in Lu Mingfei's hand seemed to be a convergence of countless flowing lights, if necessary, although the essence was very different, but in appearance, this sword was very similar to the rainbow bridge of Asgard in terms of color and form, but it was countless times smaller.

Waving his sword casually, Lu Mingfei nodded: "It's a bit interesting, the power is stronger than many alchemy weapons, isn't it...... It may be stronger than Senior Brother Chu's Murayu and Brother Caesar's Dick Tuiduo, although there is no domain, but this kind of slash is equivalent to the power of detonating a small bomb, and it is simply a Jun Yan in his hand......"

"You, you, you......" Patriarch Beowulf had never stuttered like this in his life, even when he was five years old as a candidate for the next generation of patriarchs, when his parents found out about bedwetting, he was never so excited as now.

"Come on, senpai!" Lu Ming stood with his sword in his hand, with one hand behind his back, a grandmaster - this is not pretended, since he had the sword of silver mistletoe, he has been practicing swordsmanship, and now he can be regarded as a successful learner.

Patriarch Beowulf had no intention of attacking at all, but wanted to stab himself with a sword first to see if he was awake or if he had been hit by some kind of illusion.

"Y-How did you do that? This is the forbidden art of the Beowulf family! The entire family, including the old man, is only controlled by two people! ”

"Is it hard?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Didn't you explain the principle just now?" If you know the principle, it's not difficult to do it, right? ”

"What do you mean it's not difficult to know the principle?! Without the secret art of the Beowulf family, how can you hybrid manipulate the elements without words! How do you arrange the elements into a stable form? This is what the patriarch groped thousands of times to do! "Patriarch Beowulf feels like he's going crazy, and since he met Lu Mingfei, his worldview has been constantly refreshed.

"Hmm...... Maybe because I'm an alchemist, I have an advantage in this area? Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and said seriously, "But to say something a little immodest, I think it may also be because I am a peerless genius." ”

Beowulf:......

Hell a peerless genius! At a glance, it reproduces the forbidden technique "Giant's Sword" that has been passed down from the old man's family for thousands of years, do you call this a genius?!

Lu Mingfei didn't know what Beowulf was thinking, but his own family knew his own affairs, and he knew very well how he learned the Sword of the Giants - without him, only Jingtonger.

The Sword of the Giant is essentially just a skill, and since it is a skill, it can be learned by the Mirror Pupil.

Although the learned Giant Sword was not as stable as Patriarch Beowulf, after more practice, Lu Mingfei believed that he would soon be able to reach or even surpass Patriarch Beowulf's level.

"Patriarch, do you think the battle is not over yet?" Lu Mingfei looked eager, "We both have the sword of the giant, and we will definitely win or lose in a fight, do you think it will ...... Do you use another forbidden technique? ”

Beowulf:......

Do I use another one?

I'll use another one, and you'll learn another one!

Beowulf, the cold-blooded butcher who has slain countless dragons, feels a little wronged for the first time in his life.

"What else to fight! Don't fight, don't fight! Scattered, scattered! Patriarch Beowulf threw the Giant's Sword behind him, turned and left.

The Giant's Sword fell into the sea, disintegrating in an instant, turning into an elemental storm that exploded into the sky, and the sea water surged high into the air and then fell like rain, and countless affected sea fish fell freely one after another.

"Oh, don't! You're a dragon-blooded person, how can you give up so easily? Lu Mingfei hurriedly caught up, threw his giant sword into the sea, and blew up a batch of unlucky sea fish.

Lu Mingfei followed Beowulf's side, and persuaded as he walked: "Senior, think about it, which dragon slayer of my generation is not a seven-foot man who throws his head and spills blood?" Which senior would give up lightly when he encountered an enemy? We're not enemies, but we have to take it seriously......"

Patriarch Beowulf had changed back to the way he was when he first met, looked at Lu Mingfei with a pale face, and almost gritted his teeth and said, "You won this one." ”

"Then my reward ......" Lu Mingfei blinked.

"After the senator's meeting, come to the old man's house to get it!" Patriarch Beowulf dropped these words and strode away, his back still standing tall in the moonlight, but for some reason he was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the back of Patriarch Beowulf, Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, and shouted understandingly: "Don't be so troublesome, why don't you demonstrate it on the spot?" Maybe I just learned it? It's easier to do! ”

Beowulf stumbled and nearly fell on the sand.

……

Early in the morning, in a wooded area near the city of Rome and the Vatican.

The black SUV, with no model number and no license plate, drove on a straight road sandwiched between trees, and the width of the road was almost flush with the width of the car - not that the road was narrow, but that the car was too wide, and even if it had a license plate, it would not be allowed on the road.

In the car, Chu Zihang drove as the driver, Norma as the navigator, and Lu Mingfei and Ange sat in the back seat.

"What happened the night Beowulf came to you?" Ange looked at Lu Mingfei puzzled, "Why did I ask him about my opinion of you later, and he said that you are a manufacturable material, and at the same time he was very angry with you?" ”

"Hmm......" Lu Mingfei pondered for two seconds, his face innocent, "I don't know." ”

Angers:......

The nameless car produced by the equipment department turned a corner, and the dense forest suddenly dispersed, and a large meadow appeared in front of him, and in the middle of the grass was a small castle, or castle-like church, and several cars were already parked at the entrance of the church.

"All right," said Ange, "get out of the car, we're at the Senate." ”

Lu Mingfei nodded, and mentioned the seven deadly sins before leaving the car.

(End of chapter)