Chapter 116 Participating in the Registration Competition
As soon as Liang Shaochong finished speaking, he heard a loud "rumbling" sound from above, rubble fell one after another, and a large hole was instantly opened in the roof. A figure, like a rainbow, shuttled directly in through the large hole, flying as fast as lightning.
Go above Wu Qingmei.
A slender jade was grabbed in the air, and a huge and unmatched airflow vortex suddenly appeared above Wu Qingmei's head, causing Wu Qingmei's body to fly up and fall into the hands of the figure.
"Someone!"
Liang Shaochong's reaction was quick, and he quickly felt his pulse and turned his whole body in a circle. His body crackled and his muscles and bones thundered. He rushed forward with a lunge, raised his hands suddenly, and used the last two moves of "Dragon-Tiger-Crane-Shaped Hands" at the same time. A colorful tiger
The phantom, a dragon phantom, with an overwhelming force, blocked the upper and lower sides of the visitor one by one.
"go!"
The person carrying Wu Qingmei in his left hand shot out in the air with his right hand. The majestic and terrifying Yuan Power suddenly tilted down like a layer of turbulent waves.
Liang Shaochong immediately felt that the surrounding space was condensing and tightening, and then suddenly exploded. The surging air waves swept past in circles, and the energy flow violently turbulent, making bursts of thunderous roars.
At the same time, a scent like orchid and musk swept through the whole room like lotus flowers.
As soon as Liang Shaochong inhaled this aroma, he immediately felt the gloomy air, as if countless demonic thoughts were coming one after another, constantly invading his brain. When Liang Shaochong regained consciousness, he found that Wu Qingmei and that person had already disappeared.
No trace left.
But the third lady and Xiaoping fell to the ground in a daze.
"Who was that person just now? What a terrifying power! At least he was a mid-level pulse warrior!" Thinking back to the scene just now, Liang Shaochong broke out in a cold sweat. Wu Qingmei kidnapped her before she could even see the other person's face clearly.
gone.
If this person wants to take his own life, ten lives may not be enough.
Liang Shaochong calmed down, and after a while, he leaned down to check the injuries on the third lady and Xiaoping, but found that they were not injured at all, they were just in a coma. When he was about to stand up, he found Xiaoping's feet
There is a note.
"Hey, there's a note here."
Liang Shaochong's heart tightened, as if he thought of something, he immediately picked up the note, unfolded it, and saw what was written inside.
"I'm going to take Wu Qingmei away. You can sign up for the martial arts competition first, and then I'll send her back. Liang Shaochong, don't be mean-spirited. You must participate in this competition. Otherwise, I won't take Wu Qingmei away."
It's so simple, even Wu Baihan is in danger of his life. Think about it carefully."
The words are delicate and the font is exactly the same as the note left two times before. It is obviously written by the same person.
Liang Shaochong became furious, tore up the note in his hand, and cursed: "You little rat, come out when you have the guts. Why are you so sneaky and afraid to come out?" After scolding him for a few times, he calmed down.
"She seems to know everything I do? The last time I went to pick up the baggage that the terminally ill girl left for me, this woman also took the high-level Huangpin pulse treasure inside first. And now, I have just decided that I don't want to participate in this competition.
This woman jumped out immediately. Could it be that... someone has been following me behind her?"
Thinking of this, Liang Shaochong's back vest felt cold, and he felt unspeakable fear and fear.
Every moment, someone was secretly following him, but he didn't feel it at all.
"Who is this mysterious woman who left the note? What woman have I offended?" Liang Shaochong carefully recalled everything in the past six months. Suddenly something flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly sank, and he said in a voiceless voice.
: "Is it her?"
She is Ma Jiangshuang.
Liang Shaochong once threw Ma Jiangshuang's Pulse Yao Token back in front of many people, and he had completely offended her at that time. From now on, it seems that the mysterious woman's various abilities are comparable to Ma Jiangshuang's...
.
Apart from Ma Jiangshuang himself, Liang Shaochong really couldn't remember anyone he had offended?
"If this is the case, then let's fight." Liang Shaochong immediately made up his mind and determined to participate in that large-scale martial arts competition. No matter what happens in the future, it is most important to save Wu Qingmei first.
there is always a solution to a problem.
Worse than the outbreak of the alien qi in his own body, we will wait until it happens.
After making the decision, Liang Shaochong first rescued Xiaoping and asked her to take care of the third lady first. He lied that he had something to do and left first.
After leaving Wushabao, Liang Shaochong quickly ran towards the town down the mountain.
In less than half an hour, Liang Shaochong arrived at the square where the martial arts competition was held. Now this square, which can accommodate more than a thousand people, is crowded with people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are bumping shoulder to shoulder. Some people know each other.
, all gathered together, greeting each other. On the left side of the square, hundreds of people were lining up to register for the martial arts competition.
In accordance with the rules of the game, Liang Shaochong walked to the left and lined up one by one, but his eyes were scanning the crowd to see if he could spot any powerful characters.
After looking at it, I found that most of these people's cultivation realms are at the seventh or eighth level of pulse sense, and there are also many who are at the ninth level of pulse sense, and the great disciples of the tenth level of pulse sense can also see seven or eight.
But like Liang Shaochong, almost no one who only has the fourth level of pulse sense came to participate in the competition. Let alone the fourth level of pulse sense, even the fifth and sixth level pulse cultivators did not come to participate.
, just standing on the outside and joining in the fun.
After this inspection, Liang Shaochong also discovered some powerful characters. Although some of them were only at the seventh and eighth levels of pulse sense, they were enough to compete with the ninth and tenth level pulse cultivators.
Time passed little by little, and soon after an hour, it was Liang Shaochong's turn. The person who registered was a woman in her twenties or eighties. At this time, she was nervously filling in her name and handing out wooden plaques.
Without raising his head, he said: "Next one."
Liang Shaochong was about to go forward to sign up, but something unexpected happened.
I saw a group of men hugging a young man in rich clothes and an arrogant expression, and rushed directly to the registration desk. One of the men in gray, who felt the pulse of the eighth level, suddenly pushed Liang Shaochong with his hands and shouted: "Boy, get out of the way.
Open up a little, didn’t you see that Senior Brother Mo is going to participate in the registration competition?”
"How can you jump in line? Come to the back and line up." Liang Shaochong shouted loudly.
The man in gray clothes glared at Liang Shaochong angrily and said arrogantly: "So what if I jump in line? Senior Brother Mo can't queue up if he participates in the competition."
"No! I don't care if you join other people's teams, but you can't join my team." Liang Shaochong said firmly.
"Be bold!"
The man in gray clothes immediately rushed forward, waved his right hand, and hit Liang Shaochong in the face.
"Seeking death!" Liang Shaochong's murderous intent suddenly appeared. He really didn't expect that the people coming were so rude. They were obviously rude first, but they dared to hit people. He rushed forward and punched out his left fist, hitting his opponent hard.
On the right hand.
"Click"
There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and the man in gray let out a howl. His entire right arm hung down softly, and there was dense cold sweat on his face. He kept shouting: "It hurts me to death, it hurts me to death."
Already."
The young man in the rich uniform, Senior Brother Mo, his face darkened, he rushed forward, stared at Liang Shaochong sinisterly, and shouted: "Boy, you dare to hurt my people. Cut off one of your arms, I will spare your life."
"Just plant it and try it!" Liang Shaochong said tit for tat.
Seeing that the two were about to start a fight, the registration woman shouted sternly: "Stop! This is the registration office, not a place for you to fight fiercely. What's the point of fighting in the ring tomorrow?"
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