Final Priesthood Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Beginning

 “Are you still practicing jiu-jitsu recently?”

Lu Yuan was eating and chatting with Lu Jing.

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

　　It was said to be "going to work", but in fact Qin Feng did not dare to actually arrange anything for Lu Jing to do.

 Just hanging out in the restaurant every day.

The two siblings have reached a certain tacit understanding on this matter. They have never mentioned a word about the Crane Sect, the martial arts school, and the archaeological team to their family members.

Two days ago, Lu Yuan heard that Lu Jing was practicing jujitsu with a coach in the martial arts gym, so he mentioned it by the way.

“Yes, coach Wu said that I have great talent and I am making rapid progress.”

"I am very sure of that."

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

"you"

Lu Jing pretended to beat him, but looking at Lu Yuan's arms propped up on the table, she thought about it and held back.

He said dullly: "Don't you think my complexion and figure have improved recently?"

"Well, there is no harm in practicing anyway. The coach Wu who teaches you is very good. If you can learn a point or two, you won't be afraid of ordinary hooligans."

Lu Yuan said.

He has met Lu Jing's Jiu-Jitsu coach. She is a woman in her forties, and her martial arts strength is around the second level of professional level.

Generally speaking, for ordinary people without sect inheritance, the ability to practice to this level is almost considered the limit.

"Um."

Lu Yuan felt that Lu Jing's reply was a bit perfunctory. He looked up and saw that she was chatting with someone on her mobile phone.

 Spiritual power slightly reached over and asked expressionlessly: "Is it that best friend of yours again? Are you talking about me again?"

 “No, no, just a casual chat.”

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

 The road is far away and I don't know what to say.

Since the return of the Crane Sect, Lu Jing's best friend Wu Xinlei has been persuading Lu Jing every day to let her break away from the Crane Sect.

Say why the Crane Sect is bad, and tell yourself not to jump into the fire pit

Lu Jing was vaguely moved by her, and tried to persuade herself twice, but never mentioned it again.

 “This woman turned around and asked Sun Zhihua from Yueyingliu to treat her!”

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

 Last time I added my contact information to Sun Zhihua, and the two occasionally chatted a few words. Basically, he was looking for ways to ask him if he wanted to attend a martial arts salon or ancient fighting seminar somewhere.

 The posts on WeChat Moments were basically the same, and Lu Yuan didn't pay much attention to him.

 Lu Yuan had already thought about the issue of the Crane Sect.

Whether the Crane Sect is a decent or evil sect, it has little to do with him.

 Lao Liu is very kind to him now and responds to his requests. Even if he were a serious person from a well-known family, he might not receive such treatment.

 Furthermore, Lu Yuan's perception is beyond ordinary people's sensitivity.

 So far, no one among the descendants of the Crane Sect has shown "malice" towards him.

 At best, it is cold.

“Right and wrong in the martial arts world cannot be judged by normal people's logic. The main reason why the Crane Sect was labeled as an evil sect is that they are not strong enough.

If Lao Liu was the master, he would probably be the real Tianshui Hexian at this moment. "

Sun Zhihua is a good example. A descendant of the Yueying style can take the initiative to add his contact information. Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by himself accidentally?

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

After clearing most of the dishes on the table, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered something and asked Lu Jing, who was full and checking his cell phone with a drink straw in his mouth, "How are your archeology team members doing lately? "

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said: "Everything is fine.

As you said, I will record the people who bubble up in the group every day, and those who are divers will confirm in private messages one by one.

 Everything is fine.

that is"

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

Lu Jing hesitated and said: "There is a professor who led the team, but he has been unable to contact him since he came back.

I heard from my classmate that the professor's family reported him missing two days ago.”

 “What's that professor's name?”

 “Xia Weimin.”

 Huge and empty venues.

The huge black and gray ram's head statue hangs high on the dome, its empty and lifeless eye sockets quietly looking down at everything below.

 Amidst the restless drumbeats and the sound of music with a strong ancient and tribal style, two figures appeared in the huge arena.

One person was wearing a black short coat and a three-eyed ram mask on his face.

Standing tall and straight, slightly burly.

He just stood quietly, but there seemed to be 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 very strong.

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

 The two are like the difference between medium and large sizes.

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

 A thin stream of sweat covered every corner of his face.

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

finally

 The man couldn't bear it any longer. He was almost overwhelmed by the invisible aura in the air.

"Roar-"

The man roared, and a sound like the roar of a wild beast came out from under the mask.

A small crater instantly exploded in the floor under his feet, and with the whistling wind, he rushed forward like a beast.

 With the man's move, the emotions in the audience seats on all sides of the conference venue seemed to be ignited at the same time.

 Many people stood up and subconsciously shouted out men's names - "Baohu!" "Baohu."

 But with a slight muffled sound of "bang".

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

On the ring, the man in the saber-toothed tiger mask maintains a punching posture with his thick and well-developed arms. Just by looking at his bulging muscles, you can imagine the explosive power contained in this body and this punch.

 Unfortunately, this power was firmly blocked by a white and slender palm.

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

He was pushed back by all the violence that was gushing out.

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

 The "Sabre-toothed Tiger"'s Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the lips under the mask trembled slightly as he made a sound.

"They said that in the past, you would let people beat you for a while." "You said it too. That was before."

 The words fell.

 One hand was raised high and then dropped suddenly.

With a "bang", with an irresistible force of terror, the "saber-toothed tiger" and its mask were knocked into the concrete ground at its feet, creating a huge shallow pit with a "bang".

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

 A moment later, a high-pitched voice came from the loudspeaker.

 “The one who eats the feast wins!”

 “Boom!”

Huge music and cheers sounded together.

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

 From the fighting arena to the independent lounge, people have always been talking about the name of "Feast Eater".

Those eyes that were either admiration, awe, enthusiasm, fear, or eagerness to try surrounded Lu Yuanyuan, but he felt a sense of dullness.

 “The opponent's level is too low.”

In the lounge, Lu Yuan took off his mask and black tights, revealing his muscles as smooth as mercury.

 “Mossa's 'Boiling Night' is becoming more and more like a serious fighting game.”

Lu Yuan felt that his idea was a bit strange.

 Didn't he always hope that the competition held by Mosa would be more formal?

 Perhaps it is because of the improvement in strength that some wonderful changes have occurred in the mentality.

challenge!

 Lu Yuan felt that his desire for challenge was much stronger now.

 He began to long for contact with a wider world, more powerful opponents, and more mysterious and unknown supernatural realms.

“The feeling of being watched is still there. I wonder if Lin Zhiqin knows that I am still competing in Mosa”

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

 Ever since he got the "Capture the Moon", he basically takes it with him everywhere.

  Preparing for emergencies is only a small part of the reason. The most important thing is that after getting good equipment, you always want to have the opportunity to show it off.

"But even if he knew, he couldn't say anything to me. After all, I am the true successor now."

 Lu Yuan still remembers the rule that Lin Zhiqin told him seriously that formal disciples are not allowed to participate in profit-making fighting competitions.

At that time I didn't feel much, but now I feel that Lin Zhiqin is so old-fashioned in some aspects that he is almost “pedantic”.

“Perhaps even Lao Liu doesn't remember such a rule for the Yuan Martial Arts School. He was 'abandoned' by the Crane Sect in Jiaoyan for so many years, but he still stubbornly abides by it.”

It's quite sad

 There is also an inexplicable respectability.

“I should ask about Coach Lin's story later. Which one of the He Faction disciples looks more gossipy?”

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

Now the front door of the Mosa Club's second-basement venue is also open.

He pretended to be a spectator who bought a ticket, 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. I don't know if everything went well.

 Lu Yuan insists on coming to Mosa every day to play several "vegetable abuse games" and "fish fry games". In addition to gaining some professional experience on a daily basis, he just wants to save some more "wins" for Lin Zhiqin -

 He seemed to need this to hang himself for Lin Mo.

 “I hope I won't have to use it.”

Sighing softly, he walked out of the Mosa Club gate.

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

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

Then I hid in the shadow of the bus stop, eating while waiting for the bus home.

 While eating the second one, Lu Yuan's cell phone rang in his pocket.

 He took out his cell phone, his eyes flashed slightly when he saw the name of the caller, and then he answered.

 “Hello, Uncle Liu.”

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

"The matter entrusted to me by the Young Master has been investigated. Is it convenient for the Young Master now?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the distance and saw a bus coming, but it was not the one he wanted to wait for.

 “Say it, Uncle Liu.”

“..The Professor Xia Weimin you asked me to investigate disappeared at Pingcheng Airport at 3 pm on the 8th during the collective return of the Xisu archaeological team.”

 “Kidnapping?”

“No, according to the surveillance at the airport, he secretly left the team alone.

 I deliberately did not get on the plane, and I also brought a huge black suitcase with me. "

 “What about people now? Is there any news?”

"died.

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

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

 It's like being beaten to death by some kind of extremely powerful palm skill.

 The luggage that I carried with me is also missing.”

died? Was he slapped to death?

Lu Yuan frowned and asked, "Uncle Liu, if you have more detailed information, or hotel video surveillance, please send it to me."

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

“Young Master, this is the limit of what I can find out.

 The rest...even if I spend more money, that friend is not willing to disclose it. "

"All right."

Lu Yuan nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Liu, sorry for bothering you."

 “You're welcome, Master.”

 Hang up the phone, Lu Yuan's face gradually darkened.

 He suddenly realized something.

During this period, everything on the Lu Jing archaeological team side seemed calm.

 It's not because it's over.

 but because

 This matter has just begun!

 (End of this chapter)

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