"Have you been practicing jiu-jitsu lately?"

Lu Yuan ate while chatting with Lu Jing.

After returning to Jiaoyan, Lu Jing obediently obeyed Lu Yuan's words, and followed him to the martial arts hall every day when Lu Yuan came out to practice.

said that it was "going to work", but in fact, Qin Feng didn't dare to really arrange anything for Lu Jing to do.

It's just a daily stroll around the restaurant.

The sister and brother have achieved some tacit understanding on this matter, and they have not mentioned half a word to their families about the Crane Sect, the Martial Arts Hall, and the archaeological team.

Two days ago, Lu Yuan heard that Lu Jing was practicing jiu-jitsu with a coach in the martial arts hall, so he mentioned this by the way.

"Yes, Coach Wu said that I am very talented and making rapid progress."

"That's for sure."

Lu Yuan nodded and said, "You are my sister, even if you are as stupid as a pig, she will praise you for being a genius." ”

"You"

Lu Jing made a gesture to beat him, but looking at Lu Yuan's two arms propped up on the table, he thought about it and endured it.

said sullenly: "Don't you think my complexion and figure have changed recently?" ”

"Well, no matter how you practice, there is no harm in practicing, the Coach Wu who taught you is good, you can learn a point or two, and the average little rascal is not afraid."

Lu Yuan said.

Lu Jing's jiu-jitsu coach he has seen, is a woman in her forties, and her martial arts strength is around the second dan of the professional level.

Generally speaking, ordinary people who do not have a sect inheritance can practice to this level is almost the limit.

"Hmm."

Lu Yuan felt that Lu Jing's reply was a little perfunctory, and when he looked up, he saw that she was chatting with someone with her mobile phone.

The spiritual power leaned over slightly, and asked expressionlessly, "It's your best friend again?" Talking about me again? ”

"No, no, it's just a casual chat."

Lu Jing put down her phone, her eyes a little dodgy.

Lu Yuan didn't know what to say.

Since the Crane faction came back, Lu Jing's best friend Wu Xinlei persuaded Lu Jing every day to let her tell her to leave the Crane faction.

Saying how bad the crane pie is, let yourself never jump into the fire pit

Lu Jing was faintly moved by her, and tentatively persuaded herself twice, and never mentioned it again.

"This woman turned around and let Sun Zhihua of the Moon Shadow Flow treat her!"

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Last time, I added contact information to Sun Zhihua, and the two would occasionally chat a few words, basically he was looking for a long way and asked him if he wanted to participate in a martial arts salon or Guliu martial arts seminar or something like that.

The circle of friends is basically like this, and Lu Yuan hasn't paid much attention to him.

Regarding the issue of the Crane Sect, Lu Yuan has also thought about it for a long time.

Regardless of whether the Crane Sect is a decent or evil faction, it has little to do with him.

Lao Liu is very good to him now and responds to his needs, even if he changes to a decent family, he may not have this kind of treatment.

And Lu Yuan's perception is beyond the sensitivity of ordinary people.

So far, none of the Crane Sect's relatives have shown "malice" towards him.

At best, it's just cold.

"The rights and wrongs of the martial arts world cannot be judged by the logic of normal people, and the main reason why the Crane Sect was beaten as an evil sect may be that they are not strong enough.

If Lao Liu was a grandmaster, he would probably be the real Tianshui Crane Immortal at this time. ”

Sun Zhihua is a good example, the heir of the Moon Shadow Stream, can take the initiative to add his own contact information, isn't he afraid of being accidentally killed by himself?

Lu Yuan thought casually, slowly stuffed the food on the plate in front of him into his mouth, and chewed it one by one.

After sweeping through most of the dishes on the table, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered something, and asked Lu Jing, who was already full on the other side and was swiping his mobile phone with a drink straw in his mouth, and said, "Are the members of your archaeological team okay recently?" ”

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded: "It's all good."

As you said, I recorded the people who bubbled in the group every day, and the diving ones were confirmed by private chats one by one.

It's all good.

That's it."

Lu Yuan's eyes moved slightly, "What's it?" ”

Lu Jing hesitated: "There is a professor who leads the team, and he has not been able to contact him since he came back.

I heard from my classmates that the professor's family was reported missing two days ago."

"What's that professor's name?"

"Xia Weimin."

Huge and empty venues.

A huge black and gray ram's head statue hangs high in the dome, and its hollow and dead eye sockets quietly look down on everything below.

Amid the restless drumbeats and the sound of old, tribal music, two figures appeared in the huge ring.

One was dressed in a short black coat with a three-eyed ram mask on his face.

The posture is tall and slightly burly.

He just stood quietly, but it was as if there was an invisible undercurrent surging in the air around him.

On the other side is a man wearing a brown striped vest and a black saber-toothed tiger mask.

The latter is strong.

Whether it is height or body type, it is much stronger than the former.

It's like the difference between medium and large.

However, under the mask of the black saber-toothed tiger, a rugged face was slightly twisted at this time.

Fine sweat covered every corner of his face.

It accumulated to a certain extent, and even flowed down his chin and neck to his chest, showing obvious sweat marks.

finally

The man couldn't take it anymore, he was almost crushed by the invisible momentum in the air.

"Roar—"

The man let out a low roar, a sound like the roar of a beast from under his mask.

A small crater exploded on the floor under his feet in an instant, and with the sound of whirring wind, he rushed forward like a beast.

With the man's shot, the emotions of the audience on all sides of the huge arena seemed to be ignited at the same time.

Many people stood up and subconsciously shouted out the name that belonged to the man - "Violent Tiger!" "Tyrant Tiger."

But with a slight muffled "bang".

The warm atmosphere that had just been ignited was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

In the ring, the thick and well-developed arms of the saber-toothed tiger mask man maintained a punching posture, just by looking at his blood-filled and bulging muscles, you could imagine this body, the explosive power contained in this punch.

It's a pity that this power was firmly blocked by a white and slender palm.

The owner of the palm, the man in the goat mask, just made a simple gesture of raising his hand

gave all this the violence that erupted, and pressed it back.

It is like a thick and insurmountable wall, standing in front of the "saber-toothed tiger".

The "saber-toothed tiger" rolled its Adam's apple up and down, and its lips trembled slightly under the mask, making a sound.

"They said you used to have people hit you for a while."

"You said it too. That was before. ”

The words fell.

One palm rises high, then falls sharply.

With a "bang", with an irresistible terror, the "saber-toothed tiger" and the mask were slapped into the concrete ground under their feet, and a huge shallow pit was smashed out with a "boom".

The huge venue was silent for a few seconds, and countless people in the audience had dull expressions.

Moments later, a high-pitched voice came from inside the megaphone.

"Feasters. Win! ”

"Boom!"

Loud music and cheers rang out.

Lu Yuan stepped on this restlessness and walked off the ring calmly.

From the arena to the independent lounge, there are people talking about the name of the "feaster".

Those eyes that were either adoring or awe-struck or fanatical or jealous or eager surrounded the road, but he had a sense of dullness.

"The level of the opponent is too low."

In the lounge, Lu Yuan took off his mask and took off the black tight clothes on his body, revealing a smooth muscle like mercury.

"Mosa 'Boiling Night' is becoming more and more like a serious fighting match."

Lu Yuan felt that his idea was a bit strange.

Didn't he always wish that the Mosa tournament would be more formal?

Perhaps because of the improvement of strength, there has been some wonderful change in mentality.

Challenge!

Lu Yuan felt that the challenge in his heart had become much stronger now.

He began to crave access to a wider world, a more powerful opponent, and a more mysterious and unknown realm of the Transcendent.

"The feeling of being watched is still there. I don't know if Lin Zhiqin knows the news that I am still in Mossa to continue to compete"

Lu Yuan changed his shoes, took out the moon-snatching gloves from his backpack, looked at them twice, and then put them back again.

Since he got the "Capture the Moon", he has basically carried it with him.

Being in case of emergencies is only a small part of the main ones. Or after getting good equipment, I always think that I can have the opportunity to show off.

"But even if he knew, he wouldn't be able to say anything to me. After all, I'm the real biography now."

Lu Yuan still remembers that Lin Zhiqin told him seriously that official disciples are not allowed to participate in for-profit fighting competitions... provisions.

I didn't feel anything at the time, but now I feel that Lin Zhiqin is so old-fashioned that it is almost "pedantic" in some aspects.

"Maybe even Lao Liu doesn't remember setting up such a rule for the Yuanwu Pavilion, he was 'abandoned' by the Crane Sect in Jiaoyan for so many years, but he still stubbornly abides by it"

It's sad

There is also an inexplicable respectability.

"I should go back and inquire about Coach Lin's story, which of the several Crane faction biographies looks more gossipy?"

Lu Yuan pondered, changed his clothes, picked up his backpack and walked out of the lounge.

Now the front door of the second basement floor of the Mosa Club has also opened.

He pretended to be a spectator who had bought tickets to come in, blended into the crowd, and walked into the ascending elevator.

It has been more than two weeks since Lin Zhiqin took his daughter Lin Mo to Xia Bang for surgery, and I don't know if everything is going well.

Lu Yuan insisted on coming to Mosa every day to play a few "vegetable abuse games" and "fish bombing games", in addition to brushing up some professional experience every day, he just wanted to save some more "wins" for Lin Zhiqin-

He seemed to need this to hang Lin Mo's life.

"I hope I don't need it."

With a light sigh, Lu Yuan walked out of the door of the Mosa Club.

The evening sun shines on my body, carrying with it the heat and heat waves that have accumulated for the day.

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes, looked at the increasingly lively area, and walked to a stall selling barbecued sausages not far away and bought two barbecued sausages.

Then hide in the shadows of the bus stop and eat while waiting for the bus home to arrive.

When he ate the second one, Lu Yuan's mobile phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone, saw the caller's name, his eyes flickered slightly, and then answered.

"Hey, Uncle Liu."

Liu Si's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The matter entrusted to me by the young pavilion master has been investigated, is it convenient for the young pavilion master now?"

Lu Yuan glanced into the distance, and a bus came, but it wasn't what he was waiting for.

"Say it, Uncle Liu."

“.. The Professor Xia Weimin you asked me to investigate disappeared at Pingcheng Airport at 3 p.m. on the 8th in the middle of the collective return of the Xisu archaeological team."

"Kidnapping?"

"No, according to the airport's surveillance, he sneaked out of the team by himself.

Deliberately did not get on the plane, accompanied by a huge black suitcase. ”

"What about people now? Any news? ”

"Dead.

In the early morning of the 13th, Xia Weimin's body was found in a small hotel in Wengzhou, more than 1,000 kilometers away from Pingcheng.

The whole person was torn apart, almost a puddle of flesh.

It's like being slapped to death by some kind of powerful palm

The luggage that I had brought with me was gone."

He's dead? Someone slapped to death?

Lu Yuan frowned and asked, "Uncle Liu, is there any more detailed information, or hotel video surveillance or something, send me to see."

Liu Si on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly.

"Young Pavilion Master, this is already the limit of what I can find.

The rest: Even if I spend any more money, the friend won't reveal it. ”

"Okay."

Lu Yuan nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Liu, I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

"The young hall master is polite."

Hanging up the phone, Lu Yuan's face gradually became gloomy.

He suddenly realized something.

During this time, everything on the side of the Lu Jing archaeological team seemed to be calm.

It's not because it's over.

It's because

This is just the beginning!

(End of chapter)