The Daily Life of the Immortal King

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Wang Ling’s breath weakened.

For Peng Xiren and the tomb god inside, this is an excellent phone meeting.

As the first True Disciple of Wang Daozu, he accepts the teachings of Wang Daozu and learns the most orthodox cultivation knowledge in the universe.

Years of learning experience taught him that everything in the world has a conservation law.

No one will be powerful for no reason.

Moreover, it can stay strong forever…

So Peng Xiren felt that he had seized this unique opportunity.

Take advantage of his illness! Hell to die!

In this world, is there anything more wonderful than this?

As long as Wang Ling dies.

Peng Xiren is convinced that in this world no one else can organize himself…

“So, do you want to do it.”

At this time, the grave god opened his eyes slightly.

“Yes. The opportunity is in front of you, although I don’t know the specific reason. But he does become weaker than before.”

Peng Xiren was nodded and said: “Before, he could hit a hundred cores with a normal punch, but now he is so weak that there are only ten cores left.”

“Nu Zi”, referred to as “Nu”.

This is the unit of measurement of battle strength after the ancestral realm.

The power of 1 nuclear can destroy the planet with no difficulty and kill anyone under the ancestral realm.

The Taoist gods are nothing but ants.

Peng Xiren is currently an expert at the ancestral realm and has the strength of Dao ancestors.

Only count, the battle strength of a normal blow is about 50-60 cores.

The last time he fought against Wang Ling, he judged that Wang Ling had 100 nuclear power.

Peng Xiren was frightened by this gap.

But now…

Wang Ling’s breath weakened, and Peng Xiren no longer felt afraid.

In fact, he didn’t expect at all.

Wang Ling’s punch was not only not serious, but it was also punched in the sealed state.

So, he seriously underestimated Wang Ling’s real battle strength.

This is a kind of information mismatch…

But for Wang Ling, it’s the same.

This time, the reason why Wang Ling chose to participate in the closed-door match was not only for the dry noodles, but also for the prize money of the competition.

At the same time, he still counts, if he insists on participating in the game.

Wang Ming will definitely put many seals on him repeatedly like this to suppress his overall battle strength.

Under the influence of so many [incomplete version of the seal talisman], Wang Ling’s breath becomes weaker, which is actually one of the suppressing effects of the talisman.

And after the breath weakened…

Wang Ling judged that Peng Xiren must have done something.

Yes.

Everything is actually in Wang Ling’s plot against.

In this wave, it seems that Wang Ling is on the 1st floor.

The operation is actually on the 2nd floor.

But the real kernel…

It’s actually at the 1,000th layer.

……

Before noon, the Martial Dao Hall of Jiudao and High School became the main venues for this closed-door meeting.

Martial Dao Hall is not very big, about the area of ​​two basketball courts.

There are spectator seats nearby.

All the audiences this time are high-quality audiences strictly screened by the Jiudao and High School Student Association, and they are all Jiudao and internal students.

And everyone goes through a series of checks before entering.

Make sure that no one is carrying modern technological equipment and magic weapons that can record images and sounds.

Since it is a closed-door meeting, it must be zero propagation.

In every link, Chirasaki personally participated and strictly checked.

Everything is for better fulfilling the requirements Sun Rong made to him.

“Everything is ready. Is Rongjiang still satisfied?” Before the closed-door game started, Nirasaki stood in the central control room of the Martial Dao Hall, looking at the surveillance screen in front of him and said.

And Sun Rong and Wang Ming are right next to Jiusaki.

Wang Ming is here to provide technical support.

If there is a fish that escaped the net with equipment privately, Wang Ming can easily catch it by his own means.

“Everything has Brother Lao Jiu.” Sun Rong smiled politely.

“You’re welcome.” Jiusaki touched his head sorryly: “However, are you sure that Rongjiang will not participate? In fact, we all look forward to seeing the heroic appearance of Rongjiang.”

“Wang Ling classmates can participate.” Sun Rong said with a smile.

Not participating in the competition, Sun Rong also has his own consideration.

In fact, she didn’t want to face Wang Ling in the subsequent competition.

Secondly, she has no need to participate in the competition.

Sun Rong knew very well that Wang Ling participated in the competition partly because of the prize money.

It was used by Wang Ling to buy gifts for A Nuan.

So the girl naturally only has support.

Wang Ling is a good big brother.

Be able to think of the younger sister before the younger sister is born.

Sometimes thinking about it carefully, Sun Rong suddenly finds that he is quite jealous of Wang Nuan.

But she also knows that such jealousy is actually very naive.

The big brother is good to the younger sister, isn’t it right?

Perhaps everyone has imagined that they can have a big brother who is so good to them.

The topic of the country’s debt to the brothers is also a hot search almost every year, which has aroused heated discussions among everyone.

Once, Sun Rong thought about it.

If you can recognize Wang Ling as your big brother, it looks good…

But now.

She has completely forgotten this idea.

Because she found that her “ambition” was bigger than she thought.

Just last night.

She also dreamed of a short story about going camping with Wang Ling in the wild.

In her dream, she was sleeping in a sleeping bag. In order to see her sleeping face clearly, the boy kept turning her body like pot stickers, aiming her sleeping face in the direction of the boy.

This is an unspeakable dream.

Sun Rong even felt the breath of a young boy close at hand, and the pair of clear eyes…

She extends the hand from the sleeping bag, trying to touch the boy’s face.

But I haven’t touched it yet.

People have woken up.

“I don’t know exactly what Rongjiang thinks, but if you sign up for the competition now, it’s actually still too late.” At this time, Jiuzaki laughed and said.

This interrupted the girl’s thoughts.

Sun Rong slightly red face nodded: “Um…”

……

In a few minutes, the closed-door match will begin.

In the closed-door game this time, in Jiudao and high school, almost all the S students came, plus some A students, the total number was 62.

In the waiting room of the contestants, Wang Ling sits in a chair to rest, looking good.

Sun Rong, Jiuzaki, and Wang Ming saw everything in the monitoring room.

They are from the perspective of God.

Able to see the overall picture very clearly.

At this time, Wang Ling was waiting for the game to start when a group of girls suddenly gathered around.

“You are Hou Langsang! You have been in President Nirasaki’s class! Every time the get out of class is over, the person disappears, and I never found you! This time I finally found the real person!”

“Ah! Houlang Sang is more cute than I thought. I was sorry and played against him. What if I get a game against him?”

……

The unexpected scene made Jiusaki Unable to Bear smile: “Sure enough, Hou Langsang is very popular.”

He was about to see Sun Rong’s reaction, but found that the girl who was standing next to him had disappeared.

When he came back to his senses, a young girl’s silhouette had reappeared in the screen of the player’s waiting room…

Under the stunned eyes of the crowd.