Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 311 We must have a brain in this industry

"Wang Sen is indeed awesome to pick up girls. I'm worried that the eldest lady will be brought to him..." A little brother said worriedly, and Shangguan Lei knocked hard on the back of his head, which made him suck the air conditioner in pain. "Damn Wang Sen's name is also your name, Brother Sen!"

Although Wang Sen was pretending not to look at them, his ears were very sharp. He could hear these words in his ears without saying a word. Wang Sen glanced at the little brother who was biting his ears with Shangguan Lei, secretly remembered his appearance in his heart. He turned his face and found that Shangguan Feng had arrived.

Although Shangguan Feng and him are a little dirty now, they have not yet broken up. On the surface, Wang Sen is still his ally. Shangguan Feng came to Wang Sen and smiled friendlyly at him, "Wang Sen, if you want to fulfill our contract, I hope you will come to my residence at 6 o'clock tonight to discuss carefully."

"Is there anything important?" Wang Sen suddenly expected that the situation was not good. Yesterday's incident was clearly made by Shangguan Feng. With his cleverness, it is impossible not to know that Wang Sen has noticed him. Do you still want to cooperate with Wang Sen? This is obviously a trap, waiting for Wang Sen to jump in!

"If you don't want to come, forget it." Shangguan Fengyin smiled and returned to his seat.

The conference officially began. Shangguan Heng was still sitting in the first place, but it seemed that he had grown a lot aged in that night, his eyes were a little blue, and he was tired. Old Duan, who was sitting beside him, asked him a few words, and Shangguan Heng nodded, "Let's start!"

Today is the day to select outstanding disciples. Each hall will send one or two outstanding disciples, and the four elders will also send their most capable disciples to compete. In the end, the winner can directly advance to the position of deputy hall master and strive for an additional 50% of the next year's activity funds for the hall. The future will be bright, so everyone is very concerned about this competition. Some halls have been preparing for this competition for more than half a year.

The subjects of the competition include bare hands fighting and hot and cold weapons. They pay attention to life and death. Those who are beaten to death are not allowed to seek revenge from others.

Representatives were sent from each hall, and two of the three elders present also sent their most capable disciples. Only Old Duan twisted his beard and smiled slightly. Looking at the fourteen strong young men standing in the field, he waved to Wang Sen, "Boy, I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring my disciples. Why don't you just be my disciple to participate in this competition?"

Wang Sen frowned, and then realized that Mr. Duan must have thought that he was an outsider. Although he was willing to interfere in the affairs of the Qing Gang, he was suffering from his lack of proper identity. Since Mr. Duan had already extended an olive branch, Wang Sen had no reason to refuse. He hurriedly brought a cup of tea, lit the ground on one knee, and gave a master-apprentice ceremony to Mr. Duan, "The master is here, I will be bowed by my disciple!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Mr. Duan took the teacup and took a symbolic sip. This means that he has recognized Wang Sen as his disciple, and Wang Sen has become a formal disciple of the Qing Gang and will no longer appear as an outsider.

The first thing to compete is cold weapons. As the times are progressing, the business philosophy of the Qing Gang is also keeping pace with the times. They believe that the current society must keep up with the times, so they canceled the previous short weapon fighting and changed to the project that shoots darts, which is very technical and easy to score.

Wang Sen looked at the red target ten meters away. In front of him were five short flying knives, with red tassels, which looked very beautiful, but the biggest problem was that Wang Sen would not shoot darts at all.

A cheer came from beside him. A disciple from Chenzitang shot out a good score of 43 Ring Road, which attracted applause from the audience. This score was considered good.

"Wang Sen, I know you can't shoot darts, haha, but it doesn't matter. Shooting darts is just a line between hands, eyes, and heart, and achieve the state of driving things with the mind and combining human and swords." Old Duan picked up a flying knife and weighed it in his hand, flew out, and the flying knife steadily pierced the red bullseye, and the red tassels at the tail trembled.

"This is not counting!" Everyone in the audience shouted loudly. Old Duan smiled, grabbed a flying knife and threw it at the randomly. The flying knife lightly hit the tail of the previous flying knife, knocked the flying knife down, and patted Wang Sen's shoulder, "Come and try it."

"Okay." Wang Sen learned from Old Duan, grabbed a dart and weighed it, threw it out with force. The flying knife flew forward with the sound of wind. With a bang, the back of the knife hit the target, causing laughter.

Even Shangguan Yan, who was sitting next to her eyes looking at the blue sky, covered her mouth and smiled. Her smile attracted the eyes of all the young disciples present. Everyone looked at the beauty in a daze and smiled, and the corners of her mouth were involuntarily flowing out of water.

"If this girl is sleepy, it will be worth it!" A short and fat man stared at Shangguan Yan's ups and downs, and had a delusional look on his face.

As soon as the laughter stopped, Wang Sen grabbed another flying knife and weighed it in his hand. He began to feel the strength of the flying knife and his palm. He also tried to feel the flying knife with his heart, inspire and influence it as a part of his body, and let him move according to his consciousness.

A faint yellow light slowly emerged from Wang Sen's palm, and gently wrapped the flying knife in it, but the flying knife did not move at all. A surprised voice exploded in Wang Sen's mind.

"Wow, master, please see what you did. Oh my God, something I never expected happened. You actually turned on the additional function of the mind! Oh my God, do you humans in the Emotional Civilization Period still have this function?"

"Shut up, let's talk about this later." Wang Sen snorted, and threw the flying knife out with a whoosh. The flying knife drew a straight line in the air and nailed it steadily to the target. The eye-catching red circle was covered by the white blade body, and a round ten rings were born.

Everyone exclaimed, and they did not expect that Wang Sen could actually shoot out the ten rings. Everyone present had one, and had practiced on the flying knife for at least three years. Wang Sen was just given a casual guidance from Mr. Duan to shoot out such a good result. This can almost be called a miracle!

"It's just a lucky thing to step on the shit." Shangguan Feng was jealous and said in a yin voice. Wang Sen looked back at him, picked up another flying knife, flipped it in his palm, and threw it out with force with his wrist. The flying knife was stably nailed beside the flying knife just now. The two knives stood side by side, and another perfect ten rings.

Wang Sen did not hesitate anymore, grabbed the remaining two flying knives and threw them out at once. The two flying knives thumped and steadily nailed to the target. Four flying knives lined up side by side, and the red ears fluttered in the wind, and there were two ten rings.

"Wang Sen, forty!" The scorekeeper shouted out loudly. Wang Sen wiped his sweat. Forty, although it was much worse than others, at least it would not be at the bottom.

The second level is the automatic rifle. As a gangster, if you don’t move the gun, you can only say that you have not graduated from the underworld. This time, you are comparing the 20-meter pistol and 100-meter rifle shooting competition. Wang Sen activates the far-sighted eye function and sees the red heart of the target clearly.

Wang Sen used a usp pistol, and all ten bullets hit the Red Heart, which was unique in the history of Qinggang shooting. In the next 100-meter rifle shooting competition, Wang Sen still hit the Ten Rings in a high profile, and now his total score is ranked third. The reason is that he lost ten of the cold weapons.

Next was a free fight, two people were in a group. Wang Sen was against a young man from Sizitang. He had just put on the air, and Wang Sen couldn't help but whip his leg and whip his calf. The pain made him feel like he was hit by a hammer and fell to the ground with a thump. The referee hurriedly came up to check the injury and found that the calf bone was broken.

Kicking the opponent's leg bones with one move, the battle was resolved in less than three seconds. Wang Sen once again broke the record. Now the members of the Qing Gang have become nervous from watching the fun easily. Who is this Wang Sen? His strength is so strong?

The second opponent was a bit tricky, but Wang Sen was not in a hurry. He avoided the opponent's three moves and appeared behind him, and he wrapped his neck around him. He was about to take a killing move. Before the competition just now, he explained clearly that life and death are life, and no revenge is allowed for any death or injury.

But Wang Sen was still ruthless and did not make things difficult for him after subduing his opponent. The opponent bowed to Wang Sen with gratitude and secretly thanked him for saving his life.

"This Wang Sen is not simple!" Shangguan Heng didn't care about other people's games and focused all his attention on Wang Sen. When Wang Sen won, he couldn't help but pat his chair and shouted "Okay."

"Gangmaster, I think good kung fu is not enough. Those who do our job must have brains, so I think we should..." Mr. Duan knocked on the table, and Shangguan Heng understood and laughed loudly, "According to what you said, isn't it more difficult for us to choose a younger brother than to take the college entrance examination?"

"We have to have high standards and strict requirements for talents. I heard that the Mafia has opened a special training school now. Not to mention the distance, a few days ago, didn't a group of thieves still hold the National Congress? We should keep pace with the times and can't relax our learning of this string!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense!" Shangguan Heng clapped his hands, and called a subordinate to bite his ears a few times. The subordinate was also stunned, but he still did it according to Shangguan Heng's wishes.

At the end of the martial arts competition, the final showdown between Wang Sen and a young man from Chenzitang. This man learned the inner Xingyiquan with tricky footwork and ruthless actions. Wang Sen was caught off guard and was hit several times by him, but he immediately adjusted his position and avoided several attacks from the enemy. Finally, he caught a gap and used a move to guide the immortal, directly hitting the young man's lower abdomen. The pain made him sit on the ground on the spot, covering his stomach, and sweating on his forehead.

"Come on." Wang Sen clasped his fists at him and said with a smile. He suddenly felt that the young people from the Qing Gang didn't seem to be very good, otherwise how could I win?
Chapter completed!