Final priesthood

"Have you been practicing jujitsu lately?"

Lu Yuan was eating and chatting with Lu Jing.

After returning to Jiaoyan, Lu Jing obediently obeyed Lu Yuan's words. Every day during the day when Lu Yuan went out to practice, she followed him to the martial arts gym and said it was "work." In fact, Qin Feng did not dare to arrange anything for Lu Jing. 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 certain instructor in the martial arts gym, so he mentioned it in passing.

"Yes, Coach Wu said that I have great talent and am improving very quickly."

"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 endured it.

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

"Well, no matter what... there is no harm in practicing. 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 had met Lu Jing's jujitsu coach. She was a woman in her forties, and her martial arts strength was 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.

The spirit force slightly reached over and asked expressionlessly: "Is it your best friend again? Are you talking about me again?"

"No. No, just a casual chat."

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

Lu Yuan didn't know what to say.

Ever since the Crane Sect came back, Lu Jing's best friend Wu Xinlei had been persuading Lu Jing every day to let her leave the Crane Sect.

Talk about why the Crane Sect is not good, and try your best not to jump into the fire pit...

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

This woman...turn back and let Sun Zhihua from Yueyingliu treat her! "

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

I added my contact information to Sun Zhihua last time, and the two occasionally chatted a few words. Basically, he was looking for Lu Yuan, asking him if he wanted to attend a martial arts salon somewhere, or ancient fighting seminars and other social media posts. It was like this. Lu Yuan didn't pay much attention to his question about the Crane Sect. Lu Yuan had already thought that whether the Crane Sect was a decent or evil sect, it had little to do with him.

Lao Liu is very kind to him now and responds to his requests. Even if he were a serious and upright person, he might not receive this kind of treatment.

Moreover, Lu Yuan's perception is beyond the sensitivity of ordinary people. So far, no one among the descendants of the Crane Sect has shown any "malice" towards him.

Indifferent at best.

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 may be that they are not strong enough...

If Lao Liu was a 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 nodded quickly: "Everything is fine.

As you said, I will record the people who bubble up in the group every day, and confirm with 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 and has been unable to be contacted since he came back.

I heard from my classmates that the professor’s family reported him missing two days ago.

"What's that professor's name?"

"Xia Weimin."

"...

Huge, empty venues.

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

The figure is 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 was a man wearing a brown striped vest and a black saber-toothed tiger mask.

The latter is very strong.

Both in terms of height and body shape, he is much stronger than the former.

The two are like the difference between medium and large.

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

Thin beads of sweat spread all over every corner of his face and accumulated to a certain extent, even flowing down his chin and neck 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.

As the man took action, 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 maintained his 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.

All the violence that came out was suppressed.

Like a thick and impenetrable wall, standing in front of the "Saber-toothed Tiger", the "Saber-Toothed Tiger"'s Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the lips under the mask trembled slightly, making a sound.

They said that in the past... you would have someone beat you for a while first. "

"You also said...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" including the man and his mask was knocked into the concrete ground at his feet, creating a huge shallow pit with a "boom". The huge venue was quiet for a few seconds. , countless people in the audience had dull expressions.

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

"The feaster... wins!"

"boom!"

Huge music and cheers rang together. Lu Yuan stepped on this restlessness and calmly walked down the ring.

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

Those eyes of admiration, awe, enthusiasm, fear, or eagerness to try surrounded Lu Yuan, 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 his 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 extraordinary 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 hold of "Capture the Moon", he would basically take it with him wherever he goes.

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'm a true successor now...

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

I didn't feel much at that time, but now I feel that Lin Zhiqin is so old-fashioned in some aspects that he is almost "transferring corruption".

"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...

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 Mosa Club's second-floor underground 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, and he didn't know if everything went well.

Lu Yuan insisted on coming to Mosa every day to play a few "vegetable abuse games" and "fish fry games". In addition to gaining some professional experience on a daily basis, he just wanted to save some more "wins" for Lin Zhiqin - he seemed to be hanging on to Lin Mo. Need this.

"I hope it won't be used.

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

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 and ate while waiting for the bus home.

When he was 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.

"Hey, 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 airport surveillance, he secretly left the team by himself.

I deliberately didn't get on the plane, and I 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.

His whole body was torn apart, almost turning into a puddle of flesh, as if he had been beaten to death by some extremely powerful palm technique...

The luggage I carried with me was 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 or something, 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.

Even if I spend more money on the rest, 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."

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

Something dawned on him.

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

Not because it's over.

But because...

This matter has just begun!